prose

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 

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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

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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

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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.

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Exaggerated Tales

Copyright 5/20/16 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.
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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?
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She danced in the dark rain
Wet with unanswerable questions;
Beating under her lungs like an
AFRICAN drum.
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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
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Sadly, she never found love
Love never found her
Cause her hurt was so deep, wide,
And high than the walls of Jericho
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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
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Too bad.
Sometimes, we wait till they’re gone
To the other side of life, before we
Appreciate.
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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 ❤
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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

WHAT GOOD IN A FALL?


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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

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

…AND WE ALL SAID “AMEN”


Milk for meat
Hype for hope
Lies for love
Ashes for beauty
And yet we all said “amen”
Puppet master;
Thy humble puppets, enthralled
…and we have anointed you;
To tell us …
What we want to hear
What we want to read
What we want to watch

You have executed thy duties, craftily;
Tickling our ears to perfection,
With feathers, dipped in murder
Our souls; numbed
our hearts; tangled in lies.

The parade
The confetti
The Loyalist
An ovation;
To he who sits lonely on his throne;
Feeding our emotions,
In his own emptiness.
Sensationalism
Emotions
Temporarily
Seasonal
Hypnotized
Roller coaster ride…
We are dead, like yesterday.

Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi

Winning is Internal


You have been through so much
Wounded and bruised on all sides
Standing at the edge of this cliff;
Feet slipping with disturbing thoughts
The world is a narrow path, dotted
With uncertainties and cruelty
A terrain, victory so unpredictable
Coup de grace may seem the only option
You, you have the warriors ethos in you
Shield thy heart from the volcanic ramblings
Forlorn hope, in frontal attack, come what may;
Conquering your personal demons and fears
You win, from the inside out!

Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi

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SCARS AND ROSES


If the door slides open
And you have the chance
To walk through the edges
Of a friends secret past;
You’ve been handed with great
Opportunity to see and heal
It is unwise to summon strangers
To visit this cherished museum, of scars.
The world would be a better place
If friends and love ones can be LOYAL

Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi

FAME-CULTURE


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Rat racing for a name: she sold her name.

One way ticket to the unknown; she bought.

Travelling on hell’s road to get to a heaven:

One spot for gazillion souls.

Soul sick bleeding blue singing blues.

Dozing off on this train;
She missed this famous stop.
Sadly, she got holes punched on her one way ticket

She has traveled million miles to far away nowhere;

wearing holes over her precious soul.

Copyright 2014|™GOG|®McDaniels Gyamfi

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