Yes u…I get lost in all U’ve made here…sometimes it’s anguishing and almost devilish, the confusion of being just a solitary soul within the marching multitudes of other men…and at other times, I find myself blissfully slipping away my lord…not into nothingness, but everything, as my heart sings ur praises while drowning in the ocean of ur blessed mention…below the waves of all I knew I descend now…with no fear of what’s to come… be u glorified…always…

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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