Pondering Self Love in a Space of Hate

 Noise all around.  I work with sound.  Trees bend and flow.  I see a place to go.  I stir a pot.  It burns when too hot.  The dish is delish.  Asian ginger chicken stir-fry is that on my table that I eye.  A tub welcomes me with warm bubbles like the sea.  I find a place in me to evolve theory.  I talk to me, and find a stasis to be.  I will now work on loving me and me only.  That is the only space that can be productive for my alchemistic review.  My questions and answers there may make my cat even care too.  The subject of hate is afoot.  I entertain that which is insane.  I find the effective for me.  Ineffective has proven to be all society.  War is all around: the environment is failing, species are going extinct, the economy is not doing well (internationally), the debt is high, and communities really are not communities as I see.  Words do not lift up, they sley every day.  Whether within or without, no one will get out.  I mind my own space, and just try to be anonymous.  Today evil and shame are basically synonymous.  Now I know the answer was a fighter in me.  It was more than just a writer in me.  I came to be here full of fear to take out the gout and figure it all out.  The clock is ticking and in my mind the connections are clicking.  I pull hate near to me to see love of self properly.  I have hated so bad, not others, ever, but myself forever.  It was deep and cavernous.  My blood they thirsted for with avarice.  It has not quit.  I just walk away from it.  I allow myself to see my almighty sacrifice now.  I will no longer take the plow.  Mowing over me for eternity is not high, and is not holy.  Be your own hate victim state, but keep your hands, your words, and your communities off of my body.  It has been through enough, and my illness and injury state from past trauma and military injection, is not something for your reflection.  I believe that I can live in stasis now.  I will live, very consciously, separately, because I have never met a truly good citizen at all.  Look around yourselves, and YOU make the call.  Vie