TaMèd


I have seen tamed souls taming wild souls. In a blink of an eye she became like everyone else. When they can’t contain your little growth they make you feel bad about yourself. O’ flower child, your presence intimidates souls devoid of growth. There’s nothing wrong with you to feel “different”

-— Ag. McDaniels

Self love, your priceless gift.

ocean friend


I felt your love like soft rains 

caresses my soul in the mornings,

because I was near.

Colors of my world,

brighter than Eden,

when you are near;

full of love and truth.

Heartbreaking, emptiness:

My days are dry, my soul

is thirsty, the journey seems long.

O’ Ocean friend, please come

Come, build your throne in

this wilderness of hearts,

for I desire your presence,

to bloom again.

Copyright 2018

CALL OF HOPE


 7 am.

I woke up under the bridge;

Smiled and strolled down,

on grinding lane.

2 am.

I woke up

Sat up, all night long

Wondering why in the abundance

Of life, I can’t steal a smile.

Then I realized that, riches can offer

You the best in life, but can’t guarantee,

A lifetime of true happiness.

5 am.

I knelt down beside my bed and

called on Him (God) who gives life

Copyright 2014 | McDaniels Gyamfi

O’ The Night Seasons


Like a dispirited spectator, watch his
favorite team, in a long losing streak;
He sits quietly, on
the cold wooden floor,
staring at the dark ceiling,
with a belly full of shame,
guilt, and pain. His mind;
running fast and furious, with
hard-core life questions.
He is on hell’s wheels,
with no destination, in sight.

Where do I go from here?

How do I go from here?

The void of hopelessness.
What went wrong?
Why, why, why me?
A whirlwind of;
Incurable disease, mix with dust
Lack and dark secret chains
Death of a love one, heartbroken
Rejection, unpaid bills, looms
Divorce and loneliness kicks in
O’ the night season, is long

O’ the pain is overwhelming
How I yearn for the crisp mornings;
Peace, life, and wholeness
Earth-maker, please bath my heart with
life, and free my soul, from the snare
of the Fowler.

Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi

…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

FOR BETTER FOR WORSE


Sorry she doesn’t like invalids.

But, you are not dead to be dismissed,

He said with hope in his eyes, to his friend.

Yes, I am not dead to be dismissed
Am just a wounded soldier
Am I not better than a dead lion, he asked.

A caged bird;
Am worth two in a bush.

Like fish caught in an inescapable net,

Adversity knocked, on his doors.

He craved for death, but for the sake
Of his kids and family, he refused to let it go

Love kept him believing
Love made him stronger

The love of family and friends.

The profound weight of his pain and

Anxiety were wearing her soul down.

The writing on the wall, predictable
The look in her eyes, hidden behind

Pretensions and impatience.

Where is the love

Where is the care

How she had forgotten her own creed;
For better for worse.

She dismissed him like a corpse;

Leaving him, helpless in a wheel chair.

Maybe she needed love so great, to fill in

Her own, dried reservoir of hope and care.

salt and light

Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi