Transcending Hate and Anger

The stories, lyrics, and passages that I write are filled with some negative emotion. The observations found therein are sarcastic, cynical, and in some form, nihilistic. I have recieved feedback from people asking me why I am so full of hatred. The people that see me as hateful fail to understand that hate and anger are two completely different energies. Anger is a raw energy created by frustration. Hatred facilitates anger to enforce an ademant and subjective power on something else. My passages seems angry because I am frustrated with certain things that I write about, like the general human condition as a whole. I do not use my anger to fuel hate, and anyone who believes otherwise is simply not smart enough to step outside themselves and look at things objectively.
The lyrics that I write focus on negative emotions such as anger, for the purpose of self reflection and to teach others the positive benefits of transcending those emotions to become a better human being. I hope that from my words people might be willing to look into their own shadowed side and pull out what they find in that part of them what they think is wrong and be willing to step outside themselves and make some positive changes. If everyone was willing to run a comb through their own lives and yank out the split ends in their own hearts I think that humanity could take a giant leap towards positivity and objectivity.

Another thought.

There's a certain bent pleasure in knowing that so many people take Human experience for granted. They turn it into a wanton motion, that flails all around, leaving a violent trail of slime and hate, and disgust, and fear all across their existence. It's comforting to know what that is, because it gives me the ability to gain awareness and take pains NOT to participate in that sick sideshow of wasted consciousness.The scum that is Human Interaction is coming home to roost...and where will you be when its flacid bulk, bloated with the empty calories of millions upon millions of misused, misrepresented, and misconstrued concepts, comes crashing down onto you with a thunderous 'flop', and a sickly pale sheen.I don't know for sure, but I think it's about time we have contingency plans for that day, because I'll see it ahead of time and get out of the way... but the rest of you... I don't know if your attention span will allow you to look up for just that one fraction of a second that would be necessary to spot the shadow growing above you...and the next thing you know, I'll hear that joyous 'splat', and there will be room to breathe a psychic sigh of relief again. All of that tainted, pathetic, fumbling of expression, and groping at connecting with anything that will allow it...anything besides oneself, naturally. Maybe I'm one of the doomed, slow moving, slugs, or incoherent, unaware fools that will be caught under that loathesome, clammy flab...but if I know me, I doubt it.I know that you're all too cool to be interested in what I say, so just light up another cigarette and wave it off as if it were nothing, which is all that it is anyway, right? I bet you're too cool to have to look up too, huh... well, we'll find out some day I guess. But unlike the majority, I posess both, the fortitude, and the patience to wait and see.I'll just scavenge the scraps of meat that squeeze out from the impact.