a few more words my hands have wrenched from my heart

It bothers me how there aren't really a whole lot of words available to describe those people who work with the arts . " Artist " ought to be a general term, but when you call someone an artist, people generally think only of painters and drawers and the sort . Drawers ... You mean like in a desk or a dresser ? What kind of a lame term is that .. ? And what should I call myself ? A writer, perhaps ? Much too simple . Yet an author is thought of as someone who writes novels ... I am more of a poet usually . But poetry is not all I do . All of these terms are too broad, too general ... One word can rarely depict with accuracy what comprises an artist's work . Then again, I suppose that is half the beauty of language . Sometimes using a multitude of words when a few could easily convey the same point, adds to the capability of comprehension and makes the entire concept more enjoyable in itself . Sure, it would be easier to understand if there were more concise terms for workers of the arts . But why not, if you are verbose routinely, express your routines in a verbose manner ? As I have just done, or begun to do at least, I suppose .

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It's powerful because it's true .

All I know is,
if it weren't for this little obsession of mine,
I would not have written nearly as much or as often as I have .
So maybe, through thick and thin,
it truly is for the best .

Just think about that .
In addition to the fact that everything I do
only brings you that much closer to him .

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I marvel at the sight of fire .
My eyes follow without hesitation
the jumping sparks of flame through the air .
I bask in the soothing smell of smoke .
Is that a bad sign ?