Hate Is In The Matter Of Fact

Why do we hate? What's the point.. Why can't we fix things instead?

Title: Hate Is In The Matter Of Fact

By: Joshua Casimier

Date: August 20, 2014

I hate... While my upbringing says that I know hate is a very strong word..at times it carries more weight than Atlas carrying the world on his back. Which at times I ask myself who hated him.. him who gives me these images that reminds me of those who hate me; while putting these words and phrases on my neck. Where I know that I am near nowhere being as strong as Atlas, but he had the world that is full of hate while I feel I carry this boulder which is the same size as the world trying to figure out why am I being hated or punished with this being placed on my shoulders.

While hate being directed... in my direction where saying that kindness is my protection from the ignorance.. the vest that is bullet proof is easily infiltrated because I am hated by the way that I look, act, think, or live..

Maybe just maybe the fact of those being placed here before me boggles my mind, and leaves me being born after the fact of them being here first then I ask myself. Why am I being treated as if I am the one that is outdated?

I find it hard.. not the life that we live, but the way that we are..

Yet being hated due to me trying to focus on what I need not want..

It brings a pain to my chest while that protection that came once from that vest has been removed I have trouble breathing... Gasping to find the things to say where I am the one who is in pain cause not only is my words unable to come out, but my life like a child that is teething.

Is constantly bleeding....Out...out of its misery that makes me dizzy yet its all ran by hate. When the number one cause of it is those that are in a class to say that they are succeeding?

I questioned...

A lot...

What does my four walls say when I am not there?

How is it that we judge and draw conclusions of things that we don't even know?

You can send a message in a crowd of twenty people and by the time it reaches back to you it will be different, but the only response by someone as such is.. Its that way cause I say so...

I'm not complaining its just not fair.

There is multiple theories and solutions to spark a revolution.

While it's in plain site people rather be embraced by the devils confusion.

I've extended my hand time and time again, but even hostility at times even comes from a so call friend while others.. who hurt not only by people they don't know which starts from hate like mothers, sisters, and brothers begin to think that they have God like abilities. Getting high trying to reach potential that the human mind most likely can do by smoking some kind of ficus.. Saying to themselves and you; that I won't hate you, but in order for me not to you have to do what I say.

...Some have been drinking to much of the wine and liquor from Dionysus.

Yet here I am again reaching out extending my hand time and time again. When I can't even keep up with time. When I realize that I have grown to hate what goes on.. cause we fall by the waste side like a species that is endangered yet the hand that I extend so often to an enemy or a friend is so far away I lose track of time and the deed I botch.

Cause the only thing I was able to tell was the seconds, minuets, and years that would go by with this, Through my eyes on my wrist. That I used my head to watch.

Where as I will continue...To walk the earths venue surrounded by..

While channeling my inner hate that should not be there nor involved with any kind of fear.

To clear my future in time while the second coming cause he is coming is near I will just sit back.

I don't know what is to come.

I don't know why we are the way that we are.

Although I do know this...

This life is full of questions.

Not enough people to answer them.

That tells me we still have lots of learning to do.

“Casimier”