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3.2k · Feb 2011
Tenses
Skogen Feb 2011
The things I’ve done haunt me.

The choices I’ve made disgust me.

Do our actions define us.

Or do they redefine our directions.
2.3k · Feb 2011
School
Skogen Feb 2011
School is fun and summer is fading, Fall is here and math I am hating.  What to do I am debating, Why Jesus, why?.. was trigonometry worth creating.  If I could i would sit and craft rhymes to slowly **** away this time.  But then what would I find?  School is gone and I have since wasted my mind.  So as I sit and ponder life’s choices, one can’t help but recollect one’s voices.  “Oh two assignments is all?  I can do that later, after I make this call.  Oh yeah and after I go here and there and decide what jacket to wear... next tuesday.” before I know it, my grade the teacher showeth, and henceforth the F+ floweth.  Don’t cry my son, your not quite done, you’ve still got a few cards to play,  a few lines to say.  What will be and what may are mine to say, at the end of the day the grade reads what you really want it to say.  So pick up your pencil and pick up your head, this may not be quick and this may not be easy, this may make you weary and this may make you teary, because this will take what you have and you have what it takes, so henceforth your future you makes.
2.3k · Feb 2011
Conquer
Skogen Feb 2011
The delinquent infrequent resurfaces with a soul purpose, no direction except insurrection, conquering self and self conquering come hand in hand.  It takes a lot to be a man,  it takes more to not be sore.  Lessons learned come from hands burned and life moves as the wheels turn.
2.0k · Feb 2011
Physics
Skogen Feb 2011
Science is governed by theorems and laws, but I think its more important to learn, live, and love from nature’s flaws.  Ideal reactions exist on paper created by pencils, but really its nothing more than a flawed man’s stencil.  Something unable to exist in freeform untempered by the creative storm and unblemished by the perfect mistakes that prove its not fake.  Thats not of what I partake.  

You make my world spin and keep my gravity down.  It’s just the physics of our situation, is this our mind or the worlds creation?  Einstein was the founder of relativity but I’m sure of our brevity.  A whirlwind thats almost out of control, the dance of days that composes our souls.  Linked rhythmically together no longer singularly apart joined at the heart never to depart and so we start.  I’m not sure how this equation functions but its a positive conjunction.  I want to linearly progress without regress never to suppress or obsess but to travel and caress but I digress with my interest to express.  

I haven’t done the math but I’m almost positive one heart plus one heart equals one heart.  Thats real arithmetic, a force surely kinetic.  Attracted and reacted to form a singular product of an environment construct.  You make my world spin and keep my gravity down.  It’s just the physics of our situation.
1.5k · Feb 2011
Similes
Skogen Feb 2011
Like a fine wine we only get better with age and like a delicate ingredient your my sage,  complimenting my tastes and offering your flavor, in this time cooked sauce we savor.  Something like a hero your my savior.  You went deep inside and brought out my pride, like a magnet you pulled out my talents and rejected my fears, and like an angel you’ve brought me the opposite of tears.  Joy and light, our dreams are in sight and **** the futures bright.  High above like a kite I float over that stagnant moat of limits and push through doubts that self emit.  And like a homemade kit, I put it all together to find my own fit, joining edges, getting lit and jumping ledges.  Like Columbus, Magellan, Alexander, I conquer, discover, travel and unravel the mysteries of what my new lands are like.  Like gravity sometimes I fall, like a baby sometimes I crawl, and like a man sometimes I feel small.  But like life its natural and in the end I like myself, I like who I am, and like a compass I’ve found myself.
1.5k · Feb 2011
A Seed
Skogen Feb 2011
You are a seed, that life has sown and as I nurture you I feel as a man I’ve grown.  You take root through the soil and dusk through dawn we both toil.

You are an explosion of colors that dance across my vision, and like the best of surgeons in my heart you made a careful incision.

You are a dance that moves to a different beat and when I move with you I feel complete.

You are a constant in my equation, no matter how many times I divide like the perfect value your always inside.

You are proof that I’ll never even the score with life because I know I’ll always owe more  to pay back the karmic balance of this miracle allowance.
1.4k · Feb 2011
Shopping With Jeandar
Skogen Feb 2011
I don’t know what it would be like but a man can dream,
I want to go grocery shopping with Jeandar, you know like a team.

She could drive and I would ride,
Backseat buckled bags by my side.

Where do you want to go?
Natural Pantry? Fred Meyer? Costco?

Ok well we’re gonna go get some healthy food,
Now taste this codliver oil come on don’t be rude.

Here take this bottle of oregano,
It’ll make your skin glow, dontcha know?

Can you go get the milk,
and I mean soy and it better be silk.

I’ll be in the vegetable section,
checking some asparagus for defection.

We’re not gonna get bread here,
We’re going to great harvest for real stuff dear.

Before we go grab a thing of cashews,
oh yeah and some vitamin-D too.

Have you been taking your vitamins?

Hey call Ivory and ask if she wants some treats,
We can find her some healthy snacks to eats.

Have you eaten dinner yet?
a place at the table we can still set

Make sure you wash your hands now,
That’s something I won’t disallow.

Goodnight, drive safe, call me when you get there,
1.3k · Feb 2011
Value
Skogen Feb 2011
A bullfrog dipped in molasses,
A quagmire, a slow abyss

What to do about this,
The cost of a late night kiss

Dragging on and on,
Payment for love at the break of dawn.

Money well spent,
The value of feelings sent
1.1k · Feb 2011
Song
Skogen Feb 2011
The best things in life are free, a sunny day, you and I, lying backs to the sky,  thinkin of what we have and what we had, and what we will, a smile creeps to my face as I look at you and say

Chorus:
Hey you, Roses are red, violets are blue I just wanna be with you
Hey you, Roses are red, violets are blue I just wanna be with you

The clock tics and tocs, together we walk, sit and talk, time passes by,
My mind flies the sun lives and dies to rise again and again and again.
Like the breaths we take and the choices we make I’m gonna jump in the lake that is your soul, swim through our lives and dive into our dreams.  Heaven is on earth today, because..

Hey you, Roses are red, violets are blue I just wanna be with you
Hey you, Roses are red, violets are blue I just wanna be with you

The good Dr said:  “Today you are you, that is truer than true.  There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”  He was right as can be, like a snowflake your unique and one of a kind, The duplicates can me made night and day to say what you say and walk like you walk but no one can do what you do and i say:

Hey you, Roses are red, violets are blue I just wanna be with you
Hey you, Roses are red, violets are blue I just wanna be with you


Like a rusted root you send me on my way, the brightest part of any day you add the color to my photographs and the reality to my dreams.  You fill my sails with wind and light the way through my darkest nights.  I lay alone and awake and I think:

Hey you, Roses are red, violets are blue I just wanna be with you
Hey you, Roses are red, violets are blue I just wanna be with you


Winter fades and summer springs, just long enough for the leaves to fall and bring me it all, your hand in mine, and like the seasons we weather it all and while all the colors change the constant remains the same,

I just wanna be with you.
Dr Seuss quote
824 · Feb 2011
Super Chill
Skogen Feb 2011
Super chill and relaxed near to hitting the sack I sit back and let it flow, the magical melodies to cure your maladies, warp your reality, the goal is to enhance your day with what I say.  They slip and slide, the way my thoughts glide, making me sit back and sigh, with content that another day has gone by and I’m glad of this gift sent, an angel from heaven lent.  The source of my smile, she’s got my heart on dial, lock stock and like two smoking barrels this is hot, and my soul she’s got.  

I’m glad of this mental exercise that deposits my truths never lies, I feel sorry for the other people that don’t surrender to their creative sides to follow their own artistic guides that free them from their mortal reality, a shackled prison that drains the brain and makes you grow old and before you know it your soul is sold for gold, and you just do what your told, another man made from the mold, is your life cold?

Poetry takes you away, freedom to say what you may any day more than ok, where your brain floats your heart lays.  Imagination is the truest form of creation, and you break your own limitation with this sensation.  If it floats to the top it I just let it drop to the paper and it becomes another one of my capers, I invent, never repent, take these words my brain sent, inspiration lent, let them all know what my heart meant, and its all to prevent the stagnation of my imagination.

The day the child dies is when the light goes out behind his eyes, and becomes another one of the guys and that’s the start of the demise.  Falling under the standard “Whats normal?” guise, this is the **** I despise and when I see it my heart  dies.  We all need to step back take off the disguise, stop, think, reach for the skies, and take the prize.
774 · Feb 2011
Love Bot
Skogen Feb 2011
Beep, bo beep, deep, fleep goes the robot,
so many functions, ******* theres a lot.

Vice squeeze the pretty lady all night,
its best to hold her tight.
Not so much she is in fright,
but just enough to show her the light.

Press play and enjoy the resulting action,
for m’lady guaranteed satisfaction.

Lady: Love bot?  What can you do?
Love bot: M’lady, whatever you want me too.

Lady: Is that so?  Can you give me a show?
Love bot: Like a top model type **?


Lady: Yes please, kitty likes that
Love bot: Ok, I hope this bra doesn’t make me look fat.

Lady: Why do you do for me such things?
don’t you have a mind with its own wings?

Love bot: I do but I like to listen,
something about the way your eyes glisten
I’m in a trance
and with you I’d like to dance.

Lady:  You want?  Thats a human emotion
Where did you ever get such a notion?

Love bot: Something about the way you move,
It gave me a heart and then it soothed.

Lady:  A heart, you just grew one?
I didn’t know that could even be done?

Love bot:  Something about the way you live,
It let life know that it had something to give,
A heart and a soul were born,
and for you they are sworn.

Lady:  Your not a robot from this day on,
your born again in this new dawn.

Love bot:  I know this is true, you’ve given me life out of the blue,
Before I didn’t even have a clue, now I know what to do,
Spend life eternally loving you.

Lady:  Oh my!

Love bot:  Yes, now don’t be shy.
Theres never going to be a reason for you to cry,
take a deep breath and sigh.

Lady: ah ok, but I don’t know what I will call you,
no more can I say robot number two.

Love bot:  Well I once read of a guardian name,
one with prestige and fame.
It was Skogen,

Lady:  Ah Skogen, the man who will love me evermore,

Together they walked into the sunset to love forever,
Who says robots can’t love should never say never.
738 · Feb 2011
Pieces
Skogen Feb 2011
Our life is a puzzle, and we are the pieces.

Together we form a picture of our own creation,
a unique thing not of imitation.  

Inspired by our love,
Held together by our actions,
Composed of our memories.  

It grows limitlessly,
Forms tirelessly,

Fits so perfectly,
It’s almost seamless.
677 · Feb 2011
Lab
Skogen Feb 2011
Lab
Two oppositely charged beings that attract and react to form a single unified norm come from a storm.

A weather situation of their own creation.

A temporary station until its collapse to trepidation.
653 · Feb 2011
Dr Seuss
Skogen Feb 2011
Dr. Seuss said when you are in love you can’t fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams

Thats a true statement.
But I’m living my dreams so its an equal placement.

It’s a surreal thing to transition from mental malleability,
to life’s creation which happens to be my reality.

Although its almost unreal in the way it takes over my soul,
This passion which overwhelms and so I let it take the helm and guide my goals,

Set free to create and reiterate my thoughts from the mind trapped nay, set free, to drift between reality and actuality, its a thin line, when I’m drunk on this wine of a thing so  fine and deep, I hope to sleep, and when I do, I seep, across the line to thine, existing dualities is my reality.
618 · Feb 2011
A Dream
Skogen Feb 2011
When I was young I used to lay and think of having my very own queen,
You know the kind of girl that just makes the scene.
Well I found her and who knew I would find the fairest of them all right down the hall,
An amazing woman with such characteristics, courtesy of heuristics, not ever sadistic, materialistic, or a simplistic statistic, she is so surrealistic, I can’t believe how lucky I am, this ballistic, artistic, socialistic, purely holistic, expressionistic soul that makes up the composition of her life’s position, makes me wanna transition, and prostrate myself to her submission...

...and so I did, I let her in to swim through the thoughts in my brain, and like a broken water main they gush feelings and emotions freely unchecked but she doesn’t need to hit the deck, she stands stall, weathering the squall, she’s my wall, she’s my leopard print baby doll.  She sets me straight, inspiring my urges to create, always a reason to celebrate when i’m with her

She cuts through my life with a concern and care sharper than any knife,  Peeling through the layers to my core, *** man when it rain man it pour, and she catches the drips and drops  as they fall right through the door, and of her I could never ask more, she is the perfect score, the one I adore.  We soar...  

...and together our dreams take flight, you can’t cop this kind of height,
up and beyond far out of your sight, we don’t fight, we play, and I wanna hear what she’s gotta say, Everything wrong, and everything right with her day, how are you doing?  When’s your next play?  And if I may I will, the best image even if its still, is of her, lying on my chest, which is where I want her nest,  with her head on my heart,  she hears the rhythm of my soul as it rocks her to sleep, while I lay in thoughts so deep, and every once in awhile I just might peep, at the face directly below mine, that constant state of grace, life’s sunshine.
540 · Feb 2011
Religion?
Skogen Feb 2011
Love is your religion?  Yeah, and I couldn’t ask for more,  I’m stupidly in love with her.  What’s a man if he doesn’t have a god and whats a god without any believers, and I believe in her.  Theres so much more than what meets the eyes, and when I look to the skies she’s in the heavens  residing, singing and reciting.  The world is below my shoulders, the sun above, weight is faith, pushing down and pulling up.  I kneel before the steeple, fill my cup, drink deep and pray in my sleep because dreams are holy.
536 · Feb 2011
Fly So Free
Skogen Feb 2011
How did I know where this would go?
I never knew where time would take me in its flow.

So long has this heart by empty and devoid of a core,
a lack of love has left this boy with a sore...soul

And as I meandered from day to day not sure how to escape this prison in which I stayed.  I thought to myself, What the **** man can’t you just say something to someone.

They said if you build it they will come.
And if I could add up all the sums...of these bitter disappointments that have had there run.  I would come to the conclusion that there is no resolution, no simple answer to this lack of love convolution.  

Oh snap when an opportunity raps, I’m too hungry and too hard for this...but theres a chance I might not swing and miss.  Finally the time for a first kiss.

And this is the girl for me, she lets my soul fly so free.

And like a simple instrument I get played.

A different string gets yanked every ******* day,
What the **** don’t I get a say?

Whats the confusion about don’t you like me?
Why do you have to think so much lets just be.

And then the wait, **** I just want to date.

I ask for advice, everyone has their own insight.
and in a way I think they were all right.

Valid reasons for this lack of reason,
I don’t think love was ever in the air this season.

And this is the girl for me, she lets my soul fly so free.

They say time heals all wounds,
I think it also grants a boon.

We can look back at the choices me make,
And what part of ourselves we did forsake
In this quest to realize a dream that was guaranteed to rip apart at the seam.  Something we grasped at trying to make work by any means

...but no, its done and so we move on along trying to find our own song, Thoughts recessing as we move back into our own personal session, Life alone, it hurts to the bone, shuffling along like another drone on the telephone, filled with quiet moments in the zone, not a sound but the moan:

And this is the girl for me, she lets my soul fly so free.
489 · Feb 2011
Waiting is the Worst
Skogen Feb 2011
Waiting is the worst,
The unknown is what comes first.

It creeps and crawls,
Your mood leaps and falls.

Conjectures and what if’s,
Like your sanity fell off a cliff.

It eats away at what your all about,
And you give in to these doubts.

Dark and alone,
Cowboy **** *** and a telephone.

Something more to get by,
It's not there and you don’t know why.

One is a prime number and two is an even,
Together is greater and thats a reason.

Time stands still, slumber won’t come.
Nowhere to run.

Everything you can’t see isn’t quite enough,
God ****** its tough.

Morning comes eventually to those who wait,
Not everything is left to fate.

A deed done isn’t gone until your heart makes it so,
Even when you just want it to ******* go.

Theres always hope and Like a rock I’ll be here,
Weathering this rain and waiting for you to shine dear.
Please don’t forget, all my love is yours to get.
449 · Feb 2011
All That is Me
Skogen Feb 2011
All that is me,
Everything you can’t see.

Transposed  beyond the eye,
Deep within it lies.

Available at need,
Blossom forming from the seed.

Taking root and spreading,
Across the passages its heading.

This temporary replacement,
An adequate substitute being lent.

It fades over time,
Refreshed by thine.

She who weakens with a stare,
It works so hard to care.

This proxy love dulls the absence,
The lack-of-a-person expense.

A love for her deeper than the sea,
All that is me,
Everything you can’t see.

— The End —