Smell

This was inspired by a documentary I was asked to participate in on how smell influences what we feel, think and generally how we live our lives about 2-3 years ago:

Smell:

I

Various forms of senses emerge
When life takes its toll.
What do we really cover up?
Do we rely too much on sight?
Why do we take things for granted?

What is the real us?
We don't really know -
There is no longer an element of truth,
We just take all at face value
And expect too much of something
That's not really there.

Get closer - closer still...
Can you smell it? Taste it?
Is the reality show real?
Come closer and you will see
That a suprise is waiting for you.

II

We let on more than we hide...
Whatever we say to people,
Our body says something different.
Like animals, we smell fear -
The smell becomes intense as
The bog of eternal stench -
Pungent, off putting, repulsive.
When we lie, it becomes worse.
Like a farm full of animals it
Becomes as bearable as if you
Have never washed in your lifetime.

Happiness - now here it becomes easier.
Not so easy to hide.
Easy going man!
Or is it?
Can we smell happiness?
Yes - the scent is like a cat
After it's had its bath - animalistic, yet subtle.
The basis for au natrel
Before cosmetics spoil and create illusion.
Fakeness can be happy making,
But it's bad for our empty pockets.

From one extreme to another - nothing.
No indication of something deeper.
Even if you scratch and look underneath
You can't tell. You take a guess.
Is there an effort made for this one?
Boldness? No.
Pure, unadulterated and cleansing.
Like a powerful waterfall
The tears flow.
Natural as nature intended.
Getting in touch with the reality inside.

III

Open and close like a book;
As each page is turned, we know more.
We gain knowledge and become stronger.
Using everything we possess
We become a more rounded human being.
And like Zeus, we create our own world.
We create what we desire to have.
But we always miss one vital ingredient,
LOVE.
The one emotion that's used, abused,
Cast to one side like it no longer exists.
But when ignited, it ticks, tocks
And eventually explodes like a bomb.
Chemistry is the gunpowder of the mind.
When combined with fear, happiness and sadness
It becomes one on its own.
Fragrance becomes strong, dominant, sexy...
Like a matador it challenges the bull
And moves in for the kill.
When the fireworks have stopped,
All that's left..is peace...