Poems by me, Jared "Scud" Palmer, yes, thats my real nickname, lol.
Title: I run
I run
never knowing where I am going
Under the hot sun
my fears never showing
I close my eyes
not wanting to see whats lies ahead
I say my good bys
My sorrow continually being fed
I don't know what do anymore
I am so sick of running
I look back, trying to re-open the door
but it's empty, so full of nothing
It can never be repaired
the feelings never faulter
I feel so scared
For the past is something you cannot alter
Title: Ignorance can be bliss
I scream
Wanting to know if there is anyone there
Anyone for me to love
Anyone to love me
I have lost so much faith in humanity
There aren’t many good people left in the world
There is no safe place
Away from all the hate
All the cruelty and all the prejudice
No one can seem to understand
We are doing it all the wrong way
We are killing hope and fueling the hatred that drives us
Drives us to war and hostile feelings of regret and distress
There is no reason for it
We are screwing ourselves out of contentment
Pretending that the problems don’t exist is only making the situation worse
Ignorance can be bliss
But it’s slaughtering our populace from the inside
It’s psychological hell
It destroys the very foundation that holds our mental sanity in place
It eradicates the very philosophy that keeps us from breaking apart
No one is unbreakable
No one is impervious to the disease
There is no cure
Only a momentary relieve from the trauma
Title: America
The world is broken
The mind of corporate America
All that matters
Money and Power
Greed and Lust
Sex and Drugs
All in plenty
This is America
Not the land of the free
Only one side of an issue
Shown to the American People
Only the politically correct side
People are told to believe
Believe what they tell us is true
That we are a flawless system
An example to all others
This is America
*On a side note, I want to clear something up. I am not against america, just against 99.9% of our government, I believe it's an unfair and unjust system. So I don't want any hate mail complaining that I hate america or anything else like that, thank you.*
Title: Contradiction
Nothing means nothing
Everything means everything to the idiot mind
Flushed the bowels
Clean of filth
Everybody needs something
But nobody needs everything
Only a few need nothing
To the sane mind
the insane are sane
For the sanest thing you can do
Is admit your insane
So true
But all together wrong
Everything is wrong
But nothing is right
Nobody is normal
But everybody is right
But all so wrong at the same time
This is a contradiction
But at the same time
It make perfect sense
But nobody knows what it means
Though it's not hard to figure
Only the insane mind
Knows the truth about life
Only the sane person is the Idiot
Only he can't see
What cannot be seen
In the delusional state
That is the state of the free man
No corporate ties
No government influence
Only the free mind
The ones called insane
Can know the truth
*I know it's confusing, but think about it long enough, you'll get it.*
Title: How?
How can people judge
When they don't know
How can they assume
Without the facts
How can they pass the judgement
When they only know one side
How can they sentence and execute
when they only explore one view
How come they are the popular ones
When we are the nicer ones
*I wrote this last year when I was taking a lot of shit from the preps and jocks, so this is mainly about them.*
Title: Thoughts
As the sun sets
In the orange tanned sky
I reflect on the things
that are no more
Thoughts of old lovers
Once loved but now forgotten
Still haunt
My once sane mind
Thoughts of Past choices
Good and Bad
Still invade
My now hated thoughts
Thoughts of happiness
Once known
But soon crushed
By thoughts of the girl that crushed me
*I wrote this on a beach on Lake Michigan durring a sunset, it's about my ex-love, before she stabbed me in the back and refused to even talk to me.*
Title: Love
Sing for absolution
Fight for the restitution
everyone seems empty
No one provides the answers
They avoid the conflict
Try to forget
Try to immagine it never happened
Escape from the pain
Hide from the torment
There is no escape
Only the dream
Only an illusion of happiness
A void existance
Love is the only true happiness
It's what makes life worth living
It gives us hope for the future
But it's almost impossible to find
And even harder to keep
Scud's Poems 2
solemn lines
Stumble!