If having vision just means having the ability to see, then what pray tell is a visionary? A person with speculative, fanciful, and very imaginary ideas?… a person with a peculiar yet extraordinary perception of life and existential meaning?… or just a con man with a sharp and very lettered tongue, who is as it were just a modern day pied piper, leading the already lost further into perdition by the new age magic of having crowd charm, a handsome face, and colorful social charisma?… hmmm… so many voices… so many choices…so many phonies…and fakes..wolves… and snakes… all purporting to have their sights on the true path of our nation’s rectitude… yeah right!… this is why I choose silence and solitude…Gn

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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