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| Terri Tucker, Frederic Malle and Munson Steed |
The olfactory system within our heads
Dictates futures of where our lives will be led
The very core of the meaning of the day
Seems to be at the essence of where life is leading us in that day.
To wake up in a household and not smell any food you see,
The fact that your life might start without breakfast and what it will turn out to be.
Is the eptiome of the farce that cannot be seen
Due to the concrete
So people’s ambitions, aspirations and dreams cannot meet.
It is the understanding of the day, or how we are crippled by what we smell along the way.
Maybe even a baby in the womb
The smell of life is all but that which we need to attune
Or smells that you will never know dictate the understanding of where you will choose to go.
Forging and understanding of what it means you see
Capitalistic, idealistic people can see
But with their noses they smell money each day
And stand as they grow into indiviudals, entrepreneurs and inventors,
And Wall Street bankers of the day
They smell trails of money
And they want to be the insurance man
And dictate that you pay money, they say to me
Know that insurance is something you must have
As you live your entire life
So they participate in industries
Where you can smell the money
It’s hot and cooking you see
Right in their wallets
They plan that it will alwys be there for them
So we pay, and pay
Pay insurance and pay bankers
In a particular way.
There are those who daily make a movement inside
And thay have no idea where the money does hide
And in his coffers it does abide.
They can smell it, they understand it, too well.
They are inked to make special and make it fruitful to eat.
Smelling money is something that others laugh about each day,
But those who understand it, don’t play
And they understand that it does pay …
Smell, smell, smell the money
Yes, smell it right now
It’s more than just smelling the money,
It’s working and who you choose to be.
Those who walk through and can’t smell trouble,
When it’s coming thier way
So they tend to not understand, when it’s coming, anyway.
You can smell trouble if you want to know how.
Somehow those who can’t smell trouble will end up in jail
Those who can’t smell trouble have domestic abuse marks
That show up on their face.
Those who can’t smell trouble
Have scars in their minds that they can’t erase.
Those who can’t smell trouble often make excuses
About how they have lived their lives.
People who can’t smell trouble are often burdened
With self-inflicted and self-conflicted strife
When those who can’t smell trouble don’t klnow what it looks like
Or what it smells like, and what is seems like
Those who can’t smell trouble get caught in the trap of life.
It requires that you smell it every day.
To know that where there is smoke there is fire,
And that’s what trouble smells like
It smell like smoke.
To smell it before it happens
It seems abundantly clear
Is the object and the result you desire.
It’s how you know that there is trouble
In the absence of things that should be there.
In your face
Like protected sex to keep you aware
That the consequences may be too much to bear.
A baby too soon, whose life is on you
Or a disease that may eventually take yours from you.
For those who cannot smell trouble, but want to be able
You should be able to smell it for sure
For there are so few things that one
The places that you should be able to see
May be trouble from the start.
You must be able to have that feeling
To stay away from trouble, it happens every day.
Yes trouble, trouble, trouble is waiting for you to smell it right now.
Be able to smell that if someone is giving me a pipe dream.
It’s trouble somehow.
Smell conjures iamges of the future you can have.
To be able to smell the idea of positivity
To know that the flowers are growing for you and me
To know that poetry and the sound of music
Even though you think you here it inside
When it is being played, if you don’t move to it
You kiss the feeling that it can derive
The infectious ideas of creativity that you can smell
When you expose yourself to people who paint
It’s the beauty of being around people who don’t tell you what you ain’t.
It is that idea of smelling the beauty of what is coming
That can claim to be yours.
Smelling the best of your life is a requirement of you today
You have no idea the road is layed
It’s mapped out every day
In books about the lives of individuals from every station
Those people who have dealt with every kind of situation
They have been able to to follow thier noses to success
And getting out of their own way.
They smell the truth that comes from inside
They know the completeness of them who do not hide.
They stand by with determination and a sense of what’s right.
So know, the smell of success in a meanigful way.
Like when your house is clean it says something about you living right.
You don’t have to wake up feeling uptight
So exercise your life in a meaningful way.
Practice fine-tuning your senses
To avoid smells and places that are often foul.
But recognize people whose natural scent
Attracts the aesthics of harmony and beauty
And time well spent in places
Where dreams can grow.
Don’t wait to create and explore
The mysteries of life, and even more
Know how to use your sense of smell
To seek out what’s important and true.
Hold on to the wind that guides you inside
Don’t stray off track and fall by the wayside.
Look into the mirror and take a deep breath
And see what you smell in the reflection therein.
Take a look at what it’s like to be where you’ve been
Know that as you inhale
That breath you draw is all that is true
It’s what’s living inside you as you live and breathe each day
So take in the truth and exalt the day.
I happen to have spent time with a perfumer
Frederic Malle to be exact.
He was singing out and I too, because he evoked
An idea in me
So I snapped a picture and captured the moment
With the expert shopper who could invoke the aromas
In a well and woinderful way.
And I thought,
“Without him I can still make a mark,
And when I choose to
I’ll carry Frederic along with me.”
I wanted to meet the person
That had evoked and experienced
Fragrance and aroma as an accent of life and expression
But I understood that the windmill is the life that breathes through me.
Peace.
