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 .
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 .
Mixing a batch while trying to catch a subtle match . A struggle perhaps , a missing tap of something mobile to extract into liquid bubbles . The fume is compact and easily bonds well with contact . All to get the approval of this to make people react to other forms of physics that are hidden but do exist . My job is to make you insist the scent of the fragrance is a necessary risk . A simple attraction to catch what you wish . As if smelling good could accomplish more than being a garnish .
I been lost in my sensitive world not me being emotional to myself but promotional to overall health and how I blow my breath . Quick and softly to my left . For my right is fix to consume a area for a fume I wear as a barrier . I assume it will keep clear my area . It’s not like a perfume that will secure an area . More of fragrance that blooms with it’s carrier …
I been wearing off and on a cypress sage oil fragrance it works for me because of Houston humidity it bonds and changes fragrances with my sweat . The hotter I get the better the smell of the fragrance gets .
Where will the poets go when war starts . Where will words hide to become lost art . I can imagine these things being worlds apart , I can’t see them being our last open thoughts of how we often fought . No country or money could back what we sought . For our nerves and verbs can never be bought . Just a way with words that should be openly taught . A way such with words how would we ever be caught . A poet is more than a loaded shifting heart . We are more like a embolden drifting shark , looking for ways to make our mark . We write and recite the wars before they start and win them in hindsight by our insight of knowing how to fight .
To the next page of this chapter with a pool of thoughts and subtle laughter . I prove my heart with tricks and trades I can master . I often fool myself with a scent I thought I captured . I am more than what is seen through my stature . A machine that performs slow than faster . A oilsmith known as a crafter . And the fragrances that I blend are extensions of my character bending around visual barriers . And sending a sound scent through the area . Leaving a fume to assume the strength of the carrier . I am something unique you seek when wanting something heavier . A poet that reeks of herbs and free speech on the regular .
Just a list of words that I must twist with verbs and wish they could fly like birds . Or better even to calm my nerves . To better understand the peace that I deserve . To release the piece I often hold in reserve and to increase the value of what I already observed . Charging those words with useful energy to merge it into chemistry with a potency to continue my tendency of sweeping and keeping up with various forms of poetry . A deep space for discovery but most importantly it’s a place for recovery . From a socially starved and society carved identity , to my destiny and opportunities .