My heart has found a refuge in the city of poetry.
It is very interesting how God works: I don’t consider myself as a poet in the word sense.
Early this year, I felt so inspired to write poems and amazingly I wrote my first poem on
January 8, 2014. Colors of poetry is my journey through the art of poetry, revealing the cascading beauty of God and His creation. Every step of the way, we will discover ourselves and who we are in Him.

I must confess without apology

If poetry is an emotional distraction

I have been distracted by its seduction

Warm floating moisture of the bathroom

The leafless lonely tree under the weather

Emanates life and colorful images of wisdom

Arresting my soul; the unforced rhythm of grace

Mesmerizing my emotions through musical landscapes

Diverse cultures and worlds unknown; breathtaking!!

I must confess, you have such a beauty I never saw yesterday

Honestly, I want to hug you and whisper beauty into your ears

Leaving behind a portrait of your authentic self, on thy walls

Ocean apart, blindest not

The color of our skin don’t divide

Thou art a perfect mirror of beauty

I am a reflection of your perfection

Copyright 2014 GOG| McDaniels 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 ::


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
Photo Credit: Google image


Dear, humans

Gladden thy heart

with beauty.

Love is beautiful

to the human soul


You’ve deny thy

heart of its necessary food.

Emptiness conquers,

apathy whispers against

a belly full of chaos,

fear is overwhelmed

and dispelled, at the place

where perfect love dominates.

feast on love, feed on love;

thy soul gets it nourishment

from His loyal  love

towards you.

` A.G. McDaniels