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Oil crafter by night .

This story goes with a constant cough . How a Houston winter last so long when you’re near the gulf . The symptoms of the environment being physically off more than me in health . I was recovering from being sick while working . I couldn’t have hardcore medicine , instead I went with something soft . A organic cherry , mint , licorice , etcetera syrup . It had many other things too make it seem special . But even with all of that extra organic chemistry going . My illness kept on growing into a cold . I went with a new cough drop and a old cough syrup to recover some of my strength . The first thing to come back was my sense of smell . And then the taste to really tell how close to being well I am . I kept taking both old and organic medicine . I noticed a bitter taste and a dense intense fragrance from the organic syrup . The flavor and odor lingered and laid on everything it touched . On my hands and drinking bottle . I smelled it long enough to change it purpose into a scented oil . Why waste something that may not spoil . I would save it and reintroduce it to the world . To reproduce it as a fragrance that is as colorful as a pearl .

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Oil crafter by night ..

The night turns into dim lighting via the moon and what I am writing . Something about a perfume you may assume I am supplying . But it’s really a understanding that I am applying . Oil blends combining to stick to my body and to carry on refining a mix of fragrances worth trying . Poems are more exciting than chemistry sums in providing accuracy . Poetry as a underrated efficiency to meet just the right frequency of another person propensity .

Oil crafter by night .

A modern day knight , a honorable man am I knowing how and when to fight . Knowing tactical science of how to wield my might . A skill of hand to hand combat may or may not  be alright . Therefore a skill in many manners of sight and sense to openly hide what I represent . A fragrance with a bitter flower to lend a hint to the next odor of power that will carry the minced of wood and of a manly strength . The intent to interest a lowering of my enemies defense with a mild to perfect sharp smelling scent . Leaving them to question who and what I represent . No sword . No religion . Just a vision of division from crafts being separated and teased of being mixed . It’s just the fragrance of Jasmine and cedar calming down a random conflict .

Poet by day .

Shame on me for not holding what I got . Pain to me for not knowing what I’ve dropped . I didn’t think I would be here forever . I didn’t think I would gain your favor . While waiting I thought of something clever . How to spell a meaning with multiple letters . It ended up greeting you with something better . Shame on me for not holding what I got . Pain to me for not knowing what I’ve dropped . Maybe my aim was way off the mark . May be I was trying to touch what was left there and not your heart . Something was there but it was awfully dark . I wanted to repair and fix your problems , just to get a head start . That will most likely lead me out on a ledge holding my thoughts . Should I be stuck or should I rather be wishing for luck to find another just as sweet and such with a brillant touch . Pain to me for not knowing what I’ve dropped . A weight gain I didn’t want to drop just a way to frame to show what I’ve got . Shame on me for not holding what I got . Blame on me for pushing you to the top . And blame me on not being the key to your lock .

Poet by day .

A cautious rhyme may take time and will often cover up the hidden signs .  Along with meaningful words to define what exactly is there to find . A lost art or a lost mind . Maybe a sweetheart showing us how visually and literally  we are blind . As long as we understand the obvious in being physically and spiritually different by design . So some of us can repeatedly blow each other minds . And others exceedingly reaching those points in poetry where we can easily access a recipe to align our own destiny is a riddle to the reason why we rhyme .

Oilcrafter by night .

A new task and a new class of smell to detail a tale of how well I can propel a fragrance to sell . I can’t tell if it’s for sale or for a process of thinking to excel in . A business model of retail to dwell in is more like a bottle of wine to exhale in ,when your confidence been wobbled and nailed thin . At least I have the arrogance to try doing it again . This time with patients and the experience to pair a scent to mingle with my skin . I’m looking for love trust and lust something that is far away from being friends . I’m just a oilcrafter following up on midnight trends .

Poet by day .

Liquid secrets in frequent sequences . A intense amount of detail for something dense and mixed with common sense . In reference to the obvious that is unknown about the making of multiple scents and fragrances . For each their own body preference to hold a design and to help it be refined . To each their own is what I have in mind when placing the extracts of many identifiable forms of oils and fragrances together . The same strategy that I often use for poetry goes into a oil fume . I just assume it makes sense or a scent that is decent .