It’s almost all gone… All my life’s bs… I cursed my youthful minded human stupidity and threw it in the fire. All but a couple things I still hold in my greedy yet uncertain hands though. Staring at them like they had some kind of real value. The truth? Or my truth… F’n yesterday’s gone… And so are everyone who lived in it with me… They’re all gone. Ghosts that continually haunt my heart and my memories. Both the living and the dead. These last things I have yet still with me are my dreams… My unpromised tomorrows… I don’t want to die, but I’m no fool either…seen too much… This crazy life man. So.. Here goes… Throw em In…now Burn…wow…how Pretty.

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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