Maybe a bit of pessimism
Maybe just calculated reality
An action causes another
I see the endings in front of me
Plan for catastrophe
Will for the optimal
Blind optimism you miss clues
You need to be skeptical
Foresee the future
As well as all possibilities
Might be a waste of energy
Yet a powerful force of human abilities
Through the art of foresight
I plan, execute and prepare
Steps ahead of the rest
Like a sixth sense of being aware
Enclosed in
By the local trees
Like nature’s hug
Add a whisper of breeze
Howling winds flow through the valley
Mountains cut and soften
A paradise unknown
Respect and reflect, often
This place I find myself
Cannot feel more like home
This ground is blessed by something else
Everywhere, I am free to roam
In the air, I can feel its essence
A special place, aware of it’s presence
Silence, then crash
Just trains, noises, distant laughs
It’s tucked in, unknown
Although always there
I will die here
No where else can compare
Here we live with mother earth
A balance sublime
Soon to be brought death
By father time
A glimpse of this world
Is all we get
Either a plunge
Or just getting feet wet
Lessen control of direction
You’ll still make a destination
Pit stops fill the voids of life
In the many memories of location
Facing adversity with strength
Do what needs to be done
Tomorrow is not guaranteed
So live it out before the setting sun
A longing for something real
I feel it in my chest
Like a pressure breaking though
Truth is all I need, leaving out the rest
A world that runs off a fiction
Everyone feeding addictions
No longer at peace
True dreams are now deceased
You can find happiness in a pill
You can entertain yourself at will
Get your daily dose of thrill
We aren’t living – we just have time to kill
Our blinders are up and don’t wish to see
Just keep telling ourselves that we’re free
We create narratives that make us disagree
Any more of this and it’s over, guaranteed
This is my plea
To open the box of mystery
We all have the key
We all have the key
As she lives
All throughout her time
Overlooked sentience
Eras fall and then they climb
A brief existence of a pest
Gaia measures up the injury
Self regulation is what she does best
Evolving planet is not a mystery
As Gaia salts the human infection
Consciousness in it all
It’s not just us who have perception
Human life going forward is not our call
Osmosis
Draining all human swine
Mass psychosis
Gaia is efficient, not kind
As Gaia salts the human infection
Human’s are blind to the universal connection
All those kids you knew
They grew up to be men
Some grew into the societal mould
The rest a found way into the pigpen
The struggles of friends
To give help with no end?
To trust what they once were?
Or to let them go..
As they go…
All my friends
They were either led astray
Or now dead they lay
Accidentally on purpose
What to fucking say?
And to the others
Who severed ties without a word
I tried to respawn a friendship
Did you call? Cause I never heard
All led astray or now dead they lay
They either paid the price or went another way
I just wanna fucking die
Don’t even wanna say bye
I hate this life
I hate it all
I won’t catch myself next time I fall
These thoughts they surround my mind
I am a different breed, a different kind
A yearning for my own blood, just to relieve
The stress and dread I perceive
Fuck it all
I want death
Kill me now or I’ll do it myself
I don’t want it, but I know I need help
I sit here everyday, with nothing to do
Cause if I had something, I’d soon need something new
Fantasizing and ideation are my favourite things
I never had the feathers so I can’t say I have broken wings
Mortality is totality
Morality is yours to bend
Stretch a sense of the divine into mind
For you are a god amongst men
Conditioning and hierarchical positioning
Can’t you see the illusion?
Ignite your spirit ’cause souls are dead
Jam the feed – create an occlusion
Free to live
Free to die
Everything to give
Nothing to glorify
There’s something higher to gain
When you drain yourself of pain
No need for riches or fame
Just a spirit that holds a burning flame
I see what we have become
What beasts we still are
I am filled with disgust
We keep perpetuating our old ways
Every day from morning into dusk
Most have set aside our dreams
I see nothing but the inevitable
When it all goes to shit
Your stocks and money will be inedible
Hear the voices of the enlightened
The scum of this earth are the rich
We should all know by now
Karma is a bitch
It’s no wonder that being a decent person
Brings you love and respect
Now narcissism running rampant
All it takes is you to introspect
The Earth is our home
No matter how you perceive it
As a species, we have to care for one another
It will take a miracle for humanity to ever leave it
Just a dot
Floating in space
A wonder of the universe
That can never be replaced
So put a smile on your face
And observe what reality is
See what matters
Because life is a journey
Not a competition or a quiz
A demigod I once became
Psychosis you could say is to blame
I felt the essence of the entire universe
And saw subjective consciousness
To which I felt I could uncurse
Pure love and passion seeping from my pores
Wanting to eradicate the world of its shameful horrors
No fear or doubt in my mind
That I could change the world just by being kind
My ego was dissolved saw everything as one
Talked to everyone I saw and had a lot of fun
Like pure extacy but completely real
I let my soul take the wheel
Then suddenly I started to get confused
I understood how this power could be abused
For who am I to know this truth?
I was only sixteen years old, an enlightened youth
Paranoia settled in but still wasn’t scared
So I stood up for the innocent that needed to be spared
I thought I would be killed for feeling that way
But nothing could stop me from what I had to say
Our culture doesn’t accept grandiosity
So I landed in the hospital, I thought “This is an atrocity”
I was given psychotropic medication
There was no negotiation
That day I was reborn, died and brought back to reality
I know it’s what I needed and it was even free
But I’ll always remember, I became a demigod in actuality
Jordan Fitzsimmons' Poetry 