METAMORPHOSIS 


 
There’s no perfect haven, without you.

____

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

     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.

____

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 

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

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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