this heart cries


i want to travel to
the unknown
with you.

i want to win
with you.
i want to cry
with you;

our souls
entwined with
the glow of a million
stars of the Ancient
skies.

i want to be buried
beside you; our souls
lounging in the corridors
of those who still speak,
though they are gone.

PHOENIX RISE


Death hurts. Death makes us alive. Sometimes.

Sometimes, living hurt more than death.

Suddenly, deep compassions has arrive like a merchant ship from the East

The day the oceans evaporated into an unknown skies,

we became humans again. We died too, with our souls. The day a bird of prey took away the only child
of the widow from Maki.

Tenderness has arrive; deep inside the souls hardened rooms.

Saints weeping. Sinners mourning. All of us sat on ash heaps. As if we lost our own bosom child.

Love has arrive. Gratitude has arrive.

The soul of this city is alive, weaving new threads

to reconnect ourselves together again.

Now my eyes have seen what it never saw

a day before the oceans emptied itself into deep into shadows of darkness

Who would have thought,

that common enemies would become friends,

lifting each other soul to the embrace of the the smiling sun.

Humility has arrive. Pride is a forgotten allied.

Offenses, the principal of our egotistical set tables are trashed into dustbins.

Forgiveness has arrive, ‘cause our hearts are

pliable, and contrite like liquid love; overwhelmed by

the madness of the oceans disappearing.

How long can we keep this fire burning?

As long as we ponder and reflect on our own fragility and

the uncertainty of life.

As long as we could look deeper within our own souls,

that nothing is here forever, except love.

Sometimes I wonder why one has to die —

Before the world is awakened from her slumber

like Phoenix rising.

But, such is the mystery of life.

I’ll truly miss the day I’ll disappear —

O’ I’ll miss those beautiful songs and chants of those who never

shared their bread in my afflictions. That is another mystery of life—

We shall be loved by those who genuinely loved us,

and those who never did, and even those who prayed for our demise.

at the edge of eternity. Maybe I’ll smile — gripped by

the mere sight of cosmic awakening and

the thick hypocrisy on the faces of those who never loved us.

INSPIRED by

Kobe Bryant’s Demise
May His Soul Rest in Peace

FOR A MOMENT


questions

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?


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

LOVE REVOLUTION


angry desires, teared my
patience into bits & pieces.
O’ the world refused to hear
I run out of a rebellious city,
a dark world; hiding myself in
an isolated dark cave, burning
with rage. How I have wanted
to change her, but she paid deaf
ear to my beautiful song.

Let me tell you a secret; “instead
of changing the world, I decided
to change myself, from burning
with rage; dancing in the rain of
pure love; cleansing my soul from
all other desires.” Just as a maid
watch the hand of her mistress,
the world drink from the cup in
my hands, with deep curiosity

Copyright 2015 / A.G. McDaniels
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TRUTH IS YOUR MOTHER


She is the light which brought you forth
From the dark womb of depravity pain
Pursue her; delighting yourself in her light
Don’t ever say; “I have come of age, there is
No need of going back to the basics of wisdom.”
Truth is your mother. Calmly, sit on her lap;
Feeding your soul, nourishing your heart.

Copyright 2015 \\ McDaniels A. Gyamfi

WONDERLAND, OUR LAND


We are all travelling on the same path
This road is haunted by demons and Lucifer
Like wounded horses and its horsemen,
Our flesh gave up on us 
Our eyes failed from doubts and unbelief
Tear drops, tear drops; we are drowned in fear
Our spirit smell the sweet waters, beyond this darkness
O’ the hope that transport us, through our fears;
to the wonderland beyond this illusion river
Wonderland, wonderland, where the feet of the righteous shall tread.
Copyright 2015 | McDaniels A. Gyamfi | Poetry