Treachery of the eyes… what does it mean? That what u see means very little to nothing… appearances deceive…everyday, someone is born into something new, or perishes to something as ancient as man based on what they’ve seen but did not comprehend correctly… I’m searching for something… something I feel I need but can’t yet recognize… oh, these eyes of mine… how they do search and search against the voice of my conscience…
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. View more posts
