Publisher's Synopsis
Stop looking at your life through the eyes of others. This is a compilation of essays, poems, and thoughts about GOD, life, and the knowledge of Self. These thoughts, and essays question the political, social, moral, and spiritual makeup of the world we live in. This book compels you to think for yourself, To believe in what your heart wants you to believe, and not be skeptical about what you feel. Beyond ReligionI know I am beyond religion.I am the attributes of GOD; strength, beauty, and wisdom.I am the elements; Earth, Air, Fire, and Water.I am the image of Mother, Sister, and Daughter.I am the moonlight at night, the sunshine by day.I am the Holy Temple where you kneel to pray.I am the rain, snow, I am the ocean.I am gravity, centrifugal force, I am the motion.I am the star, the clouds, I am the sky.I am in constant elevation, I am the MOST HIGH.I am your conscious telling you to make the decision.So, you can exceed limits, and live beyond religion.I was thinking tonight how I want to touch the sky. I want to believe in GOD so much that it transcends me to another level. I want love to be my saving grace. I walk to talk to you, I want to listen. I want to be with you in this life as well as death, if there is a difference, but I have a sneaking suspicion that there isn't. I learned long ago that with you there are no word... YOU created those for us, because we are retarded! We are retarded to think anything we say can make a difference to a GOD as mighty as YOU.This book also takes you through a tour of some of my relationships with the women who I thought I was in love with at the time. The good, the bad, and the absolutely fucking toxic.As I look back I see all the reasons why I left you alone. I know I told you this once before, you are a beautiful disaster. You my dear are a walking, talking, breathing time bomb. I am awaiting you tick, tick, boom! You are too young, and too beautiful to be so unstable. I am regretful to admit that beauty, and youth is wasted on you. You can not overcome you affliction, because it too deeply ingrained into your mind, body, and soul. I daresay your pain is self inflicted. It is your way of thinking that is cancerous. It is your act of immolation that has thoroughly damaged you. My letters are always filled with things I want to say this, one will be filled with those I don't, because what's understood sometimes does have to be explained. If anyone would take the time to truly notice me, or really get to know me, they would know I am alone in a room full of people. I am silent amidst a cacophony of noises. Sometimes, I laugh to keep from crying. I am lonely, and my heart hurts. I am a woman when no land, no family, no friends, and no lover to be found. This is the story of my life you can read as I write. You may have to discover this, because I am not willing to readily show it to you. This is my brand of pain. It may be generic, but it's close to the real thing. I'm always hoping to find someone I can just BE with, someone who appreciates me. Someone who admires the person I am. Someone who see my beauty, someone who knows my worth. Someone who can see through my facade, and knows that I am just a heartbeat away from total despair. Fuck being good with words, because sometimes they just help you overstate the obvious. I just want someone to love me... GOD knows how sufficient love is. I want to be looked at, looked after, longed for, searched for, I want to be found. I want to be discovered. I want to be enough for someone. I want to be love, I want to be in love, I want to be in love with. I want it to feel as glorious as everyone says it does. It's the one thing I never truly attained. I may have believed I was in possession of this illustrious feeling of love, yet it could not have been love, because it was fleeting, and it gave me so little, and it took so much.
