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Fj Cartier Poem
Inhale me like DMT
And follow me into my dreams.
I'll show you things you've never seen
Because I exist in the 5D.
I'll make you trip on reality
And help change your mentality.
You will find me where you clear your head
Beyond aimlessly followed riverbend.
In the waters I sing my songs,
Waiting for the right sailor to come along;
To fall in love with my melodies.
Because I am a siren of serenity,
So won't you come take a dive with me?
Do not worry about how you would breathe,
You're only swimming in the oceans of my eyes
Where it rains because I cry.
I only ask that you hold me in your arms tenderly
And if I am to fall asleep you promise not to leave.
I want someone whom I can rely on,
Someone who offers their shoulder for me to cry on.
Because I am strong but I'm not always my strongest.
Though I will always push on and try to remain honest.
I don't need you to change me
Just take your time to bathe me
With every form of intimacy,
Woven with masterful intricacy.
I will not allow a relationship that does not serve me.
I need someone who will ground me, earth me. Serve me.
Be my anchor and we can get lost in my daydreams
Any time reality needs a bit of escaping.
And tell me, do my demons evade you
Like an illusion because they're not meant for you?
Or are you someone who reads in-between lines?
Because that would make it a whole lot harder to hide.
If I told you the answers you seek lie within me?
Would you believe me and lie with me?
I learn valuable lessons in my sleep:
We are all 'the Fool' who needs to leap!
I know my faith will guide me,
That my angels are beside me.
And so I beckon you "come rest,"
Come relax the breath that weighs heavily in your chest.
Copyright © FJ Cartier | Year Posted 2025
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I of all people know it's okay to not he okay, but how many obstacles can I face before hopelessness sets in again and makes itself at home in my mind and body? I am tired. For how long must I be strong when strength alone isn't enough for this harsh world? When will I be enough? I need a miracle, a blessing. Not just me but my daughter and parents too for they have been by my side through it all, supporting me in every way they can. I would say to just skip me with the blessings and bless them please! But I am trying to be kinder to myself and believe that I am just as deserving of grace. I will admit that I am becoming increasingly tired though and there is a growing disconnect between my mind, heart and reality. I honestly don't know how much longer I can hold the fast-fracturing pieces of myself together. It has gotten harder to get out of bed, to get out of my head. My daughter is my tether to reality and she never asked to be. As a single mother, actually as a mother in general, I will do anything for her though. Anything. Especially staying alive when it seems like it would be better for everyone if I were to die. So I beg again, please universe show my daughter your kindness, she is only a baby.
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Fj Cartier Poem
When you're a woman they want you to wear more and say less,
But what the does it matter to you how I choose to dress?
Women did not fight for freedom just to remain repressed
And my clothing did not ask you to tell me that by God I'm blessed.
Yet somehow your purity culture dominates
And perverts hide behind your honest faith
Because when you close your eyes and bow your heads
A lot goes unnoticed like your leaders sleeping in minors' beds.
Tell me I'm wrong! I know you will.
You'll even rewrite the DSM to insist that I'm mentally ill.
You may think you're innacting change from your office, but remember who warms your bed at night.
Do you recall the history of poison? Women have always known how to fight.
If you force us to be homemakers again, we will not be afraid
Because we've got you by the balls and are filled with feminine rage.
The heirarchy starts at home, or have you forgotten?
We make you feel like manly men, even if your fruit is rotten.
Why? Because we have intellect and self respect,
And we all know that to satiate a man you keep his ego fed.
You're waging wars that will end relatively quickly from various I'll preparations,
But Women are the future; teachers of the next generations.
So try me, and you'll die you see.
I have no problem taking advantage of your shorter life expectancy!
You'll call this misandry, misogyny, conspiracy and blasphemey.
Anything to demonize the intent of my free speech.
I stand with Women. We are rich in color, trans, masculine, feminine, sisters, mothers, and childless by choice.
No matter the kind of woman we are, we stand together and raise our voice!
So take your cishet laws, capatilist paws, off of a woman's body!
And be afraid because we will stop at nothing, knowing we deserve autonomy.
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My story does not exist within the pages of a book, rather in memories, smells, sights, sounds, behaviors of the subconscious, and in thoughts of the future. It exists on my skin, in my body, and things forgotten. It exists in the people I've met and the places I've been.
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How was I supposed to know,
When all I have ever known was love?
That bad doesn't only exist in the bible
And liars aren't just in stories from a long time ago.
Bad is also the nice guy from the bar that I took home.
Too focused on hell, too jaded to tell
That sex isn't evil, it's the people.
The ones with bad intentions,
The ones you never mentioned
The ones who tell people, me, what I want to hear,
Manipulating the boundaries that I had made abundantly clear.
And then I'm confused again by how I ended up here.
I gave trust until it was broken,
Followed by fake apologies to keep me hoping that they had changed.
I learned that the devil isn't horned and red,
He's the horny man who was in my bed;
The one who raped me after I'd been fed his lies.
Drunk on nothing but an illusion; devil in disguise,
In the details too.
Magick woven with intention to suspend belief
This is the devil of the 21st century.
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As an adult, I have come to the full realization that I have never, and will never, understand this world. And so I have never fully lived in this world. I have mostly lived in the expansive realities of my mind; dissociated, dissconnected, day dreaming... dreaming. Maybe I have always, in a way, longed to not live in this existence? Some may call that a death wish, but maybe for me it's a life wish? Maybe I tire of humanity. The things that make me feel alive are things that too dance with Death. -Such a finite word here, for describing a truly infinate experience- If I was meant to die, I have had several chances for it to happen and it persists not to. I must not have fulfulled my purpose here. I need to learn to live among this world and appreciate my humanity again for the things that bring me joy beyond the the ilicit substances that would see me on a fast-track home, wherever that home may be. What is a human experience without those substances though? I guess I will find out, and may I slow down enough to enjoy life too.
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I don't chase, I attract.
The Magick I seek is already in my hands.
I met with the High Priestess at 4:20,
The only thing she said was that money is coming.
And I have no doubt in my faith,
But she showed me something anyway.
She has hosts of armies of eyes in the sky.
Through a different pair, she showed me mine
And I saw a shift in the paradigme.
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Life's got me in a chokehold,
but it's not the same asphyxiation that I crave.
I loathe when pouring my heart out
is seen as "very brave"
When it's not bravery that compells me,
But hope. Hope for a better future for those who relate
And some kind of catharsis for my pain.
It does not take bravery to tell a story,
but bravery to be the one who lives through it.
Copyright © FJ Cartier | Year Posted 2025
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