Here I stand in hatred,
I hate the haters
I hate the liars
Everyday I hate I see more of it
I don’t believe seeing life as good
Because all I see is the hate
The unfair killers
I am doomed because of my hate
The only time I find relief is when
I find reason to call out the haters
I feel better when I name their crimes
I am sorry
I hate to hate
But I do not believe
Because I cannot love the haters
And yet I hate
Does that mean I cannot not love me?
God Help me.
Sometimes I wonder how it is that this law of attraction is true. ‘What Is’ seems so powerful,
and feelings of anger and betrayal come to surface.
This write was just an exercise for me in my own anger and my own fear and how the paradox is as to when I focus on hate I only get/attract more hate to view.
What a paradox as my salvation is in creation and not regurgitation of ‘what is’ I back away from the telly and the internet and all my conspiracy theories that do give me the relief at least that I ‘know’ and am ‘right’ and find other ways to feel better than being right.
Tough stuff, thank god I write some of this out and create art that makes more sense to me than being right.