METAMORPHOSIS 


 
There’s no perfect haven, without you.

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I’ve been fooled by my ego

I’ve been fooled; adorned in

perfectionism 

______

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 

special 

_____

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 

darkness—

floored by an 

emptiness 

______

Oh, I dispelled the light

Of your presence

Embracing illusions

____ 

There is no perfect haven

without the light of your being

______

Sorry.

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

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PANTOMIME 



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 

_____

Have 

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

THIRD•WORLD•



 Unashamed; 

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.

Unfulfilled. 

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 

DEATH • CALLING 


DEATH•CALLING•
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

Live.

____

If you stand

In the end you will smile.

_______

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

SOUR GRAPES


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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
AFRICAN drum.
____
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
Appreciate.
____
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

FRIENDS & FAMILY



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 ::

I DON’T


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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 ::

FOR A MOMENT


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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 ::

WHAT GOOD IN A FALL?


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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

SAVIORS AND HEROES


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see. faces of men, dancing in pale
shadows of sadness. Faces of men,
in quiet cemeteries; buried in
worn out emptiness and poverty.
beautiful cities of men, losing its
glories, through decades of silence.
we sadly waits for the birth of a
savior, to rescue us all, from the
wreckage of yesterday.
Oh, tell me why! Why do we humans
always waits for a savior, a hero?
Perhaps, we’ve been reduced to mere
men; forgetting that, we have an
inherent potential, to rescue each
other, when the evil hands of pain
& misfortune lifts its deadly head;
striking the innocent in cold silence.
Written by A.G. McDaniels // 11/11/15
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