poetry

IT CAN BE FIXED; YOUR BROKENNESS 


In that day will I raise up the tabernacle of David that is fallen, and close up the breaches thereof; and I will raise up his ruins, and I will build it as in the days of old – Amos 9:11 
God is the greatest innovator in history. He’s the master builder of all time. He’s not only capable of releasing his imagination into reality. Without a doubt he’s the only God who has the power to fix back our brokenness to its primal beauty, as if life was never tampered by chaos. Almost all humans look up to Him for the grace to build our lives to the highest peak of purpose. Are you yearning for the wisdom to start or the grace to rebuild your life after a hiccup? Whatever your position is today, there’s hope for you in Christ to walk into victory. 

A SHAKEN — Moreover, there are countless number of humans under God’s heaven who are also going through a shaken, a breaking, a destruction, a collapse of sort in their lives. Sometimes the degree of the collapse maybe deemed impossible for restoration, when they measure the depths of your fall. It could be a business venture, a relationship, the seat of your emotions, ministry, or your spiritual commitments; terribly declining.

REJOICE NOT OVER ME — The greater the fall or the breaches within our lives, chills of fear seizes its opportunity to creep into our souls, giving us a million reason live will never taste glorious again. I’ve been there before in ministry, and so many aspects of life — when everything you’ve labored for collapses in front of you, scattered in all the places, and nothing seems to work, no matter how hard you try. Colleagues will start making fun of you, gossiping about you. Some will even go to the extent of convincing their own soul, that you’ve sinned against God, instead of them to stand with you, encouraging your soul. Good friends may abandon you, even your own shadow may follow the crowd, leaving you to rot in shame. 

EXPECT A MIRACLE — But, here is the good news — God is able to close all breaches of life; healing the old wounds and memories of the past. He’s capable of raising up the ruins of our lives. Those things in our lives which were steady and strong some weeks back, or many years ago. He promise to build and restore us to days of glory. I dearly believe in a God of restoration. He can create, and he can also restore the years that the caterpillar and the cankerworm has eaten. Expect Him to fix your life again. Yes, the life which is in despair now, because of a divorce, separation, or the lost of a love one. 

JUST BELIEVE — Friend, your God will not leave you in the hands of your enemies, as you sit on top of the rubble heap with your hands over your head, whiles the wicked gloat over you. He will surely restore the fortunes of your business, prosper your wayward children, restore your ministry, your dignity, and build your self esteem back, even to the very core of your spirit. Just look unto him today, faith in your eyes, and rare patience within your heart. 

GREAT LESSONS — Don’t be in haste, running around for solutions from people. God will always use your downfall to teach you great lessons you can pass it on to others. I’m taking about life incredible lessons only pain can teach you. It’s not easy, but he will grant you the grace to endure to the end. God will prove those naysayers wrong. May God receive praise, honor, and power today, for he has remembered the reproached, and the beggarly. Oh, builder and restorer of our lives, we thank you for lifting us from the miry clay, setting us on the rock to stand. Amen!

DEEPEST COLD VALLEYS


Cold defeat sits inside his heart like a weakling squirrel on broken branches, after the storm. Tears whipped his pale face as he reminisce his old self. What happened? When did I lost it all, he soliloquies? •

Deafening, melancholic rhythms of chaos within the ears within his ears. Oh, how fragile, even the most strongest among men, is fragile. Like a candle sets on white sandy shores at night, he glows like a lighthouse, guiding mammoth ships, but in a twinkle of an eye the winds slaps him, and he’s no more. He’s gone — to the rabbit holes, where no man knows the language they speak except the man writhing in pain & sorrow

So I said to myself, if life is only meaningful when the Beloved guides thy feet to wherewithal he wants you to be, then it’s worthless for me to go where the Lover has not sent me to be.

Father, Son, Spirit — Pruner of the vineyard Keep me on the path where your grace rules Guide my feet away from the evil that lurks. Oh, the evil that lurks in the darkness around

There is a cup in the hands of God, filled with the wine of love. The taste of it, I do not have the words to express. Whenever I am in His presence I feel lighter, yet intoxicated by the weight of His glory, possessed by mercy; indulging and embracing eternal romance, and deep assurance of love.

Your love is the most sweetest thing my soul has ever bathed itself in. Don’t tell me to jump out of this river, oh man. Freeing, nourishing, and strengthening; the deeper my feet, my soul delve into it’s grandeur —— Ah, nothing feels better than you; Jesus, lover of my soul. 

I could still be sitting on weak branches of self; wounded from within if your love and warmth had not touched the feet of this migrant bird; warming my days in eternal ecstasy.

A.g. McDaniels | Revealing Jesus

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 

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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

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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

     Photo Credit: Google image

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.

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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.

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Rhythms Of Africa

Copyright 5/17/16  || McDaniels Gyamfi 

SOUR GRAPES


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There was a mother who never knew love from no one.
Not even her own household.
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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

I DON’T


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 ::

XENOPHOBIA \\ A.D. 2015, SOUTH AFRICA


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Who has seduced the heart of the universe; that we
Are dancing to the tune of weakness wickedness?

Who has shut down the souls sun, to not give love
to the tender meadows bloom?

Who are these, who walk with face of chaos;
trampling on the ground, the flower child?

This place smells suffering, death, blood, and pain –
for the black migratory birds of the Gold Coast.

Kwame and Oliseh, worried about the safety of their family,
and the new business at the heart of Johannesburg.

Khumalo weeps like a child, at Soweto; the death of his two
daughters. Born and raised at Cape Town: He is from the South,
married to a Gambian – they are at the crossroad of love and
insanity, not knowing where to turn.

Mind boggling. The world watch, Hennessy in her hands – soul
numb, to the souls bleeding in hells opening mouth, on black
moaning streets.

Did we forget that when one soul bleeds, we are all bleeding?
Your pain and loss is my pain and loss. We shall overcome pain,

We shall overcome our loss, with love. Yes! with love ……

we shall overcome every hurt and instability.

– Copyright 2015 // A.G. McDaniels

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