I am under total obligation by the spirit of Christ to love, regardless of what I feel. 

Our feelings and emotions are at war with the designed purpose of the spirit; loving like Christ. 

Each one of us (believers) carry the new wine of God within us. The new wine is the presence of agape that filled the empty places of our degenerated being, giving us a new life. A life flowing from the abundant life of love. (See John 10:10) If the the farmer rest all his tools at the corner of the house, and he does not utilize its potential benefits, it’s his fields that will suffer. We are the tools of God. This world is God’s own fields — filled with empty beings that really needs the touch of his finger.

Are we not the tools of God? Are we not wired in the same essence of divinity? But the most important question is this; “is God behaving himself in me? consciously, impacting others with His great love?. To those who feels emotionally drained, because of hurt and ingratitude meted out to you, let God wash your soul with grace so that you can freely share the gift of love without prejudice.

Psalms 62:11 “God hath spoken once; twice have I heard this; that power belongeth unto God.” 

All of Gods power is embodied in Love. God is love. His power is revealed through love. This same power is demonstrated in our endeavors. There is no greater power than the power of love. When all we do is infused with love, the end result will always reveals the supernatural power of God. Receive power today, and share power today. The power is love, for all the empty places of your being, until it gushed out of your soul. 

Your love can shape ones destiny

Your love will encourage the broken

Your love will feed the hungry

Your love will forgive all those who hurt you

Your love will deliver you from fear

Your love will make you more happier 

Your love is the catalyst for healing

Your love will save a lost soul

Your love will make someone smile 

Your love will reinvigorate your dreams

Your love makes you a rare Christian 

Your love can deliver you from religion

Your love will make you open minded 

Your love will free you from racism

Your love will make you productive at work

Your love makes you a loyal soul

Your love will make you mourn with those…

Your love changes your own countenance 

So go ahead and be the love too

Cause love is who you .

Go ahead and make love attractive 


McDaniels A Gyamfi


There’s no perfect haven, without you.


I’ve been fooled by my ego

I’ve been fooled; adorned in



No one ever told me that,

there is beauty in the imperfect 

I only saw your inadequacies 


No one ever told me that,

 everything evolves 

becoming something 



My tongue became the rope that

Tied you down in insecurities 


I killed your self esteem;

Comparing you to the 

illusional neon signs on

the highway.


I’m surrounded by obscure 


floored by an 



Oh, I dispelled the light

Of your presence

Embracing illusions


There is no perfect haven

without the light of your being



I was a fool

And I never knew that

Love accepts, cherish,

And appreciate things

Just the way they are.


Ah, I was a hypocritical 

Pious fool


I pray that this darkness 

doesn’t choke me to death 

Cause, I’m slipping slowly

to an unknown universe,

Without you.


| Everything evolves. Including yourself

   | copyright 2016 //  McDaniels Gyamfi

     Photo Credit: Google image


We build bubble coves,

to hide away from the storms 

of life, 

knowing too well that

 it could only provide us some 

temporal warmth, and safety, 

yet we rebel against 

the voice of our spirit


The spirit who only yearns 

for eternal pleasures, 

and lasting security 

for our own benefit 



we been reduced to 

mere seekers of  

temporal bliss,


being caged in an exaggerated 

emotional prison?


We’re wrapped in facade

Dancing to the tune we

never requested.


Who am I?

Who controls me?

Why am I dancing to this song?

Is there more to know than this?


Illuminate the darkness—

Chase it through the desert,

Out of your soul;

Burying her in the oceans depths


You shall return to your primal self

This is not you

This is never you

Find you, and live you


Oh, earth-maker 

Oh, earth-maker

Maybe, you can give me

a reality to hold on to.


Exaggerated Tales

Copyright 5/20/16 McDaniels Gyamfi



Filled with greed. 

They sat in the mud they’ve invented, 

sipping koolade from the cup in our hands. 


Our soul weeps

Our lips are dry, for lack of words—

to express our pain,

our hopelessness 

Oh, the economic darkness 

that hangs over our heads


A pocket full of rocks, 

but we want peace and not war

We waited for a savior, but they

gave us Barabbas;

to rule over a weakling lamb.


Let’s go the West

Let’s got to the west 

Let’s go and drink 

milk and honey.

Alas, no one knew what was

in stored —

a belly filled with illusional 

promises, and hopes;

the catalyst of wanderers.


We died with our kids

We died from severe hunger;

Enroute to Rome.


We died with anger 

When help never came


We died unfulfilled 

We died unfulfilled 

Cause our leaders emptied

the destiny in our cups

as we wandered like sheeps

without shepherds.


Ah, we died like animals

We died like we were not humans


We are dead.


Gone too soon.

Like a candle;

after the storm.


Millions will join us…

As long us greedy people 

Rule the land of my fathers.


Rhythms Of Africa

Copyright 5/17/16  || McDaniels Gyamfi 


Tired of journeying through dark

days, and the failures of life

Negative air filed her fragile lungs.


She went through the fiery path of fear;

Waiting on fate, like a carriage, to take

her to the other side of life;

resting from her woes, forever.


After you’ve done all
After you’ve done all


Done all you’ve 

To do,

And life still seem unpleasant 

And crushing, within


Don’t turn your back

Against the dream


Push through the thick
Clouds standing before you


Small steps

Little believing

Eyes set like a flint on the dream


You’re consumed by your failures

You’re overwhelmed by their 

Expectations and criticism 


The greatest, 

The legends,

The saints 

The rugged,

All went through their ups & downs


We are here;

Celebrating them

Don’t ever think they were super humans 


What set them apart from those 

Who throw in the towel easily ?


The will to pursue; feet bruised

The drive to march on; heart bleeding 

Their relentless soul, through the fire,

And the crashing waves 


Don’t give up, my dear

Don’t give up fighting

You’re not far from breakthrough

Death may taste good,

But living; impacting lives

Is more rewarding.

In the grave, there is no Living


So, live 

Live like 

It’s all you know to do well

Live, my friend



If you stand

In the end you will smile.


Copyright 5/12/16 :: a.g. McDaniels



There was a mother who never knew love from no one.
Not even her own household.
Daily, she will drive to the cemetery,
cursing the graves of her parents,
for bringing her to a dark world;
living with ungrateful souls.
They fed her with sour grapes
Until her teethe was set on edge
She bite life without passion
Consumed with blurry questions
And the labors of her soul
Where is my reward?
Where is my honor?
Does love exist?
She danced in the dark rain
Wet with unanswerable questions;
Beating under her lungs like an
Maybe, one day I will find love
Maybe, one day love will find me

Whichever way it happens—
Love must find a way through this
Frangible, weary, temple of mine;
Dancing with me to the altar of freedom
Sadly, she never found love
Love never found her
Cause her hurt was so deep, wide,
And high than the walls of Jericho
Ah, we go to cemeteries;
showering silver tears upon graves;
Wanting to hold and hug the dead
But the living is forgotten and not appreciated
Too bad.
Sometimes, we wait till they’re gone
To the other side of life, before we
To all WOMEN, who feel downcast within —
I sent my love to you,
My wings i share with you –
To give you the momentum to rise
Rising unto another day
Another beautiful day
Filled with the fragrance Of Eden’s Roses
Happy Mother’s Day ❤

NB: I wrote this prose poetry on Mothers Day (5/8/16)
Dedicated to all mothers who for some reason, been
broken by the unappreciative spirit of the ungrateful.
There are countless women around the world, who are
dealing with unexplainable pain – feeling lost and
neglect by society. I pray that God with baptize your
soul with His uncommon love to overcome the emptiness
within. You’re one beautiful strong woman – don’t give
up to the afflictions of life. God, even your God will
keep you from falling from the edge of insanity. Amen!


McDaniels Gyamfi || 5\11\2016


Family is a blessing. 

Friendship is a miracle.

You have it both?

Keep it with your two hands

Protect it from the dark moon

Hide it in your heart; a treasure

Why walk with your head down?

Why sit ye lonely, filled with questions?

Blessings & miracles are always under attack

Don’t give up on them, cause of imperfections

Don’t think you can make it alone, without it

Families are a blessing from the Lord

He sets us in mild, and wild families —

The good, the bad, and the ugly, are from Him

Do everything to make it organically good

Don’t ever say; “I wish I belong somewhere”

Sometimes, we pay attentions to the little

Stuff, so we miss the bigger picture

Families are a blessing

Friendship is a miracle

I am glad I belong to a family 

You’re my family, irrespective of your color, Race, creed, religion, and what have you.

I deeply love you, fam!

— :: McDaniels Gyamfi // 4/28/16 ::


Photo Credit: Google image

Consider myself as anything worth emulating

Why would you waste your time and resources

Trying to become anything worthless in being

I am worthless

I am hopeless

A destitute, standing under the spotlight

There is nothing good within me, except ego

There is nothing good within me except illusions

They went out there, looking for someone to emulate

They travelled far and near, searching for hope in others

Why would you waste your time searching for dry lands

To  anchor your soul on, when the ocean is beckoning on you?

I don’t consider myself to be worth emulating

I don’t consider myself to be worth emulating

I’m wrapped up in sin, Without Christ;

I am a sounding brass,

A trumpet sound, without meaning

Look into the eyes of the ones whose heart has

Been invaded by His (Christ)  very own life

On this dreary side of eternity –

There is a refuge of a savior

For the weary heart and the broken

His worth in them

is worth emulating

  • :: McDaniels Gyamfi \\ 4\27\16 ::



I thought I was a failure

For a moment I thought

Life has not been fair to me

Maybe, I was not paying attention to

The little things in my life that makes me

Feel complete rest with the Earth-Maker.

For a moment I thought I made it

Here, by my own strength

Looking deep, beyond my skin,

The scars of yesteryear, engraved on my

Soul, and all the places of my being

Reminded me that, this has to be Gods

Mighty hands; invisibly conjuring miracles

In my life, for all this while

It has to be Him, but no one else

I could have died a long time ago

I could have lost my mind through chaos

No, no, I am not a failure

I have been blessed, but was blind;

To unravel the goodness of my Father God

I have tasted grace when life was sour

I have leapt over walls, and stand tall;

Head above the thick clouds of evil

Sorry, for having all these thoughts in

My heart; holding doubts against your

Faithfulness. You’ve done it. And now

I am thankful and grateful for your grace.

  • ::  McDaniels Gyamfi \\ 4\26\16 ::


Photo Credit: stevetallamy.com
what good in a fall?
someday, you will understand.
you will grow up to understand
that, sometimes, you need a real
fall; crushing your bones on the
concrete floor, breaking to pieces,
like Humpty Dumpty, on the side-
walk of life.
when you’ve learned to pick yourself
up, you will appreciate the struggle;
embracing the new window with  heart
and soul.
what good in a fall?
fall from the clouds of pride
fall from the clouds of pride
maybe no one ever told you;
nothing is stable in the fluffy
cloudy foundations of pride
you see, we build our egos up
sky high above simple realities
of life; feeling superior over others
we feel invincible; walking on
the illusional clouds of self.
if pride goes before a fall
don’t you think, my friend
don’t you think, this is the perfect time
to fall consciously, from self dependence;
falling at the feet of Christ, to surrender
it wont be you again; making it happen
it will be Him, alone; making it all fall in place
therefore, fall
fall form pride
fall into His love
Copyright / 11/15/2015
Written by McDaniels Gyamfi