ALONE WITH THY-SELF


I don't want to be a Priest anymore I want to be an ordained  Monk Many will not understand me In a far away land with myself I shall be free from their logic      ©2014 ™GOG| McDaniels Gyamfi

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Almost a decade ago, I was sitting in my New York Apartment...I had this thought flooding through my heart. "There is a book in you" was the echoes of my thoughts. I went out and bought a huge note-book and started pouring my thoughts with my pen like a first grader. My limitations were so gigantic...... Continue Reading →

I’M HAPPY YOU ARE WEAK


A toothless man can eat a bowl of mashed potatoes in no time, but to eat an elephant, he will need gradual mastication mastery from the masters I recently, saw a YouTube video of a woman from Nairobi Kenya, that really inspired me. This beautiful woman has lost both hands but manages to use her feet to... Continue Reading →

MY NAME IS AFRICA


The older generation shares timeless tales under the old tree Their faces evokes the hopelessness and suffering of their past This place is familiar to both the old and the young generation From here to the future lies the unmerciful illusion river Haiku Matti The fear of being drowned by an un-existing river puts a freaking limit He has... Continue Reading →

Listening to the Lord While Working


PAUSE! GOD IS AT WORK

Prayer A to Z

005

Most often I work listening
to the radio, wanting to escape,
wanting not to work
too hard, wanting to relax.
 
Today I will set my mind
on listening to the Lord,
listening to what He would
teach me.
 
I’m stripping wallpaper today.
That’s one of the things I do.
 
Instantly I see the lesson!
The wallpaper is our
hypocrisy—the facade
we often use;
our public image;
our outward show;
what we use to
cover what we don’t
like about ourselves.
 
Sometimes the paper comes
off easy, and the paste too.
That one is ready to be free!
To show his real self.
 
Today the paper is tuff.
There is a real stronghold here!
Often there are many layers—
many strongholds.
Whatever the case,
it must all come off.
 
He cuts it off with His sharp
scraper.
And it hurts!
Then He washes off
all…

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SACRED BLANKET


Wide oceans our great divide Fettered soul sing Madiba blues Cascading effusion of emotions Cold feet stuck in a cold day Reminiscing thy warm chamber Tears, tears; thy beloved yearns Enchanted to be with you all day O' how I long to be with you Allured to thy chamber of intimacy Cold guilt nakedness thy... Continue Reading →

MARIA BEETHOVEN


Muted to the core; her pain Shredded Hiroshima Bleeding on the inside No one knows No one sees Zipped lips Contained tears Fake smiles Heavy hearts A city of sorrow No one knows No one sees Arrested hope Frozen dreams The grass withers The flower fades Time ticks on her Who will save the day... Continue Reading →

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