POETRY AND NOT SO POETRY OF A PURPLE SOUL WAYFARER

BEYOND THE RIVERS OF ETHIOPIA

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i don’t know why some people
call this city ‘the dark city’
walking down the street; like
rain drops in a sun kissed
orchards – i could smell the
scent of organic love, from
all the folks i met yesterday.
this city is love – i tell you,
love shall grow out of the dirt
perception, like a wild flower.
i don’t know why people call
this place ‘a dark continent’
i never heard that from mom
i never heard that from none
of my teachers, neither from
the preacher or the community
until i left the shores of this land
now, my mind is full of mysteries
tell me why you call me dark city
maybe, its a lie to control my soul
maybe, its a dark prison we have
built with our own hands; destinies
incarcerated, without escape plan.
Written by A.G. McDaniels
11/16/2015
 illuminate the darkness!
set the captives free. now!

LOVE SHALL FREE US

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do you love you enough,
to love on others, freely?
“we are like heads of birds,
with selfish tendencies.
alas, we’re killing our
joyful expedition here on
earth, with unreasonable
hate, & the sheer desire
to enslave others
someday, love shall set us free,
from the burden of self loathing,
and the dark prisons of racism.
Written by A.G McDaniels

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think of freedom

think of beauty

think of divine

– A.g. McDaniels

$ROOT OF ALL EVIL

In perfect harmony:

Our souls were in coexistent,

In the Eden of love

Before the gold rush.

We have rushed for;

The temporal bliss,

Tainting the eternal bond.

Our teeth, is set on edge.

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CURRENT STATUS…

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WASTING AWAY

Like ice, he

Is too selfish;

Laying awake

In bed, passing.

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HOME

I was a big world, made majestically

Of the pure print divinity colors

She’s a little world that gave me home

A home too small, too sinful, too dark

Yet she made me feel comfortable as,

I kowtowed to her myopic ideas and pleasures

Alas, I have become small in my own eyes;

Tainted my soul, the pleasures of average

I was a big world, fearfully and wonderfully

Made to exhibit and express pearly beauty

My beauty is darkened in the pool of self guilt

Drowned in the ocean where where little is big

Oh how I’ve lost my sense of innocence

Show me the way

Show me the way

I will be a fool to fake it; that it is all well

Home is where I want to be, live, and breathe.

Home is where I find true identity of greatness

You are my home


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