Last post before I break for awhile again lol… want u to think about something I thought about. A descriptive analogy on human want and the true reality of greed and overindulgence. I’m no scholar ppl… I learn as I live but listen… if I were to truly go after all of what my eyes see in this world, and by any means necessary strive to obtain it the planet would be in flames and chaos! Sick and sad but true… the stomach of man’s ego and hunger for more has no true bottom… two analogies too ponder. Porn addicts… being male, a former convict, and also single at times it’s been no stranger to me or many other lonely people with no way to vent that natural urge. The problem? Desensitization of awareness to necessary boundaries in such “real adult situations” and a need for more and more abnormal visual and auditory stimulation in order to achieve “the point” of why ur doing it. Real life intimacy becomes boring and routine and even the partner u claim u love takes another’s face and body in ur mind when ur being physical with them. This can’t be right… but the natural circle’s been widened and its inevitable. So many contorted faces, so many seductive voices, and depraved positions and situations that what God ordained between a man and his spouse becomes more like a plain bologna sandwich compared to a fresh off the grill philly cheese steak… right? Is this fair? Healthy? Right?…alright next analogy…kids at Christmas time. U go all in and spoil them this year. Their list goes on for days… u love them and want them happy so u make it happen. U spend hundreds and hundreds on them. Package it all up and for weeks scream at them to get away from the tree. The big day comes and they go crazy, wow! Everything’s here, all this useless but fun and colorful stuff. Problem?… twenty minutes after opening it, stuffs getting broke, thrown in corners and under the couch, forgotten. Yay, let’s go outside! All that money gone… for what? The whole world and everything in it ain’t enough if ur self-bound to search outside the circle for happiness… that’s advice for me too… oh yeah, I don’t celebrate Christmas lol just an example. Peace. PR

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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