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NEW BREED ASCENSION


Rooster crows,

she’ll kiss her own forehead

with a smile,
Purging her soul from

the deep scars of yesterday.

Armed with self love, and brute 
conviction towards her craft,
She was no match for any army.
Not even those that shot her down
yesterday. Those who numbed her
spirit in cold dark prisons.
“A roman legion can’t stop me.
The poisonous tongue can’t derail
me from my ascension, even if
you bite deeply into my skin.”

I have seen wild flowers grow
ferociously through slippery walls
into Kings palaces, but you’re a
different breed of a wild flower;
coiling yourself around untested
territories, & edge of mountains.
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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

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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
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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

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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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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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