A Letter To Abigail And Gabriella
I would love to say I know, but may only guess
What your voices sound like, or what likeness
Your visages truly take-I wonder: 'still like me! ? '
Tragically, I still know not when be, for myself, I might see-
Or when mine ears may partake in your melodious voices!
I lament that I was never given choices,
And that I am sure to be portrayed, as much
Less honorable than I am-as such,
I am also sure to be unfairly villified
As a 'dead beat', or someone equally unqualified
To seek empathy from a world already biased against me!
I may as well stand mute, but then who would the antagonist be?
This is a fate I would never wish upon anyone;
My heart aches more all the time, and will before this day is done.
There exists a void in my soul naught may measure,
As I mourn the Angels, with whom I have never spoken, but treasure
More than anything else in this whole world-
Tonight, this Father weeps for the little girls
Who were never given forums to voice their wants!
No one should ever be treated so callously-it haunts
Me each and every day of my life-
That I may not now do aught, to affect your strife!
You suffering is ignored, because it does not comport
With the wants of your guardians, and those with whom they consort;
On more than one occasion, my acquiescence has been sought-
Though my cooperation may not be bought,
Not when I am asked to sign away
My parental rights-no, not this or any other day!
Time is the only ally that truth really needs-
As time marches on, truth obviates and deceit concedes!
Nowhere will this be more crystal clear,
Than when our estrangement ceases and you are again near-
So that I might answer each and every query,
To allay your fears, where now, you are surely leery!
To Abigail: I tried my beloved-God knows I really tried,
To offer you the best life; I even lied
To myself, for as long as I possibly could-
You were my only love, it would have done no good
To pretend I was enamored by your Mother;
It was doomed from the start and cost me the friendship of another
Extraordinary lady, that my heart laments to this day!
That I may supplant that ardor foregone, I do pray!
To Gabriella: Our estrangement is perhaps easier to explicate:
I am sure by now you are privy to the paranoia she did create!
One may not battle such ignorance, with ration or reason-
Her delusional deceit became soon, her all-consuming treason!
Now, perpetually protected and out of reach,
She is oblivious to anything I might otherwise beseech!
All this said makes it no easier to understand-
So many layers of 'justice' in the palm of her hand,
Seemingly ready and willing to do as she would command-
As thought the entire tragedy were expertly planned!
When the veridical voice of time
Exposes all the deceit, and we are prime-
Then, and only then, may an attempt be made to explicate
The complex series of events that rendered our fate!
My most sincere hope is that then,
When all is laid before you, you will never again
Query the love or devotion that I posses,
Nor begrudge me, due circumstances I confess!
This is all I do now, or ever, ask of you:
Believe, though circumstance conspired to belie it-I always did love you!
You are both my first thoughts, upon a new day's dawn,
And surely to, my last, when the day's gone!
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Once Exalted
Once exalted, now lost in a sea of discontent-
Befuddled-as to where my long-avowed love, now gone, went;
The blind faith emplaced in same, adds to the enigma-
As a once-perfect love is shunned, due the stigma
That iniquity has so thoughtfully, permanently gifted;
A once-entrenched, yet powerful, love has drifted
Into the deepest recesses of an afeared heart,
Where only veridical introspection shall see to its impart,
For the world entire, to feel and to see-
This everlasting love, that once longed only, to be!
Only if you are true to your own heart and the words it has written,
Which betell a story of the singularly extraordinary soul, smitten
By its counterpoint in another, equally enamored
With the beauty you are-faithfully adored,
Since the very day that these two souls were brought together,
With a symbiotic love destined to last forever!
A glory will have departed this very soul,
Should you choose to ignore what you once did extol
As an Empyreal gift, with a value you could not hope to measure-
But, with a permanent place in your heart, that you will always treasure;
You may seek its supplant in another's arms,
Yet, will then never be gifted its many charms;
You will only fool your heart and limit its reach,
Should you listen not, to what it does beseech!
A love, buried for even a noble reason,
Soon becomes fodder, to its own treason!
A love that self-perpetuates is its own reward,
And acceptance of this fact is all I have ever implored.
So long as you honestly seek, you shall always find-
The love that your sentimental heart could not leave behind!
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Listen To Your Heart (An Ode To Courage)
But one simple, yet obvious fact remains, as has for nearly three years:
Love and hate have been engaged in a battle-love versus fears;
I am the truth of your heart, and your deceit is the manifestation
Of much, yet undue trepidation, as it relates to your future celebration
Of love in its myriad forms-now, the battle is between your heart and mind;
Your heart contains love as verity, yet your mind contains fears you need to leave behind;
Your mind contains a misplaced animus toward the love that causes your fright-
The courage I wish to impart to thee, is the strength to fight back, with all your might,
Any thought that this fear is permanent or rational-love's truth shall cause it to fastly fleet!
I, and others, may aid you along the way-yet, the battle's outcome must, before we truly meet,
Be a foregone conclusion-as circumstances seem to now indicate:
Time is needed to re-establish reality, from the delusion your fears helped to create;
In many ways, and by many personages, the power of truth has been extolled-
Now beloved, this very power is what your heart does resolutely hold-
To free you at last from the burden of your fears, to finally embrace
The love that has awaited you for your entire life, and which you may not efface,
By any means-either through an ignorance of your heart's exaltation,
Or by living the fallacy you have in the past-a dichotomous experimentation;
I have not been fooled by this charade, as I contain the truth of your heart's verity-
And the most salient advice I could e'er bestow, to impart the most prescient clarity,
Is to look to what your heart has told through all these many years:
Embrace the love that's in your heart-use this to banish all your fears!
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Justice' Is What Shall End Our Strife
Hastily removed from my world was I indeed!
Little knowledge had I of your fall from truth,
When most needed of such- though it was deceit you did choose!
Wanton of belief, then truth is what you did need!
Have you gone through any of what you said?
Did you think about that as you wished me dead?
What of the girls and being for them an example! ?
Reason I have for revenge- yet love is still ample!
You have left yourself no choice at all,
How to recover your grace after the fall!
Call it an ultimatum, I would call it fate
From heightened paranoia, to again reality's state!
Without thought, you relegated the love of your life-
'Justice' is what shall end our strife!
Maurice Harris,16 April 2008
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A Letter To Abigail
So much time has surely come to pass,
Whereby I have been without thee-alas,
So too have thee, been without me-
Though I assure thee that I have loved thee devoutly,
But regrettably in absentia, as you have been secreted away;
I think of you always, ne'er have I neglected a day!
Sadly, I know not your visage, as evidence
Of same has too been kept from me, since
Last I saw your Angelic face-
Lo, these many days hence, I have glimpsed not a trace,
But in fanciful aspiration, of the beauty you have become;
Days became weeks, weeks became months, more cumbersome
With each that passes, as though my heart fails me!
I shan't be whole again until your grace itself, avails me-
Until such time as I may fondly gaze into thine eyes
And share with you all the hopes and wants for our reprise!
Now, all we share is a last name, nothing more,
You have been hidden from me, by someone I am loathing more
Each and every day, and she calls herself your guardian! ?
She guards naught, but this maternal deception:
To the world she pretends as though she cares
More for you than she does for herself, yet dares
To continue to keep us apart, a forced estrangement-
Which, for her, I am sure is a convenient arrangement!
My love for you does not cease in my absence,
Nor do I grow less wanton for the grace of thine pleasance-
Circumstance has conspired surely against us,
But I shan't relent until I gather our justice!
That I must rely upon aspiration alone, pains me-
You deserve more than this-any gains we
Made when you were young, are effectively lost-
That we are now, in essence, strangers, the tragic cost!
It gives me little consolation that the truth will one day become known-
My heart is broken now and I wish to know you, when grown,
Not re-acquaint with you, as though for the first time!
I wish the wait to be over, as I am certainly prime
For our consort to again be, as was before-
Before you were aware of same, on birth's door!
I hope that this letter dissuades your doubts, and allays your fears,
As my thoughts have been of you, and for you, my tears!
Until we again meet my beloved, stay beautiful, stay true-
Remember always, that I have always loved you!
-Maurice Harris,15 May 2011
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St. Valentine's Day (2010)
My beloved-upon this day of love's celebration,
I must attempt to explicate, my heart's elation!
I now live, cause be to you, and in each and every way
As though every moment were always St. Valentine's Day!
Mine own heart brims with jollity, whence there may be
Thought of a future wherest you are nearer still, to me;
All is tangible, to ensure the same meets with reality-
A future, where unity is made from our current duality!
Surely as I know the place you hold, in mine own mind,
We two should each be made far greater, whence combined!
You are the beauteous answer to a complex, life-long vexation;
The singular, glorious cause, for my heart's jubilant celebration!
You, and you alone, could give rise to such magnificent emotion-
I shall attempt recompense for same, with offer of my life-long devotion!
Your's is a beauty, so rarified, as to be unprecendented-
Imagine if you will, my utter amazement, when it re-presented;
Perchance, my beloved, should you not have cause to believe-
Your's is a beauty, even my imagination could not conceive!
Lest you think me to be overly fanciful in my fervent felicity,
I must remind thee of thine own beauty's splendiferous simplicity:
Your honesty, both with self and others, clements compassion;
Your kindness, wit and charm are plentiful and without ration;
Your heart's fidelity is unquestionable, there, for the world to behold;
Your maternal spirit is without equal and by others, extolled;
This is without mention of your obvious physical beauty,
Though, the glorification of same is too, my solemn duty!
I am forever endebted to thee for what you have gifted-
My fragile, yet giving, heart hath been wondrously uplifted!
I may have to endeavor, for my whole life, entire,
To return the favor of your heart's abiding desire;
Yet, I shall indeed, with much love, and in ways, myriad-
For as long as I may be blessed to live, and longer still-period!
Nary shall a day fleet, whence there is even but the smallest doubt,
That your pleasance doth beatify all, glory would diminish without
You, and all you endue-your resplendence surely captivates
And always shall, mine own life enriched, obligation owed the Fates!
One day perhaps, my love, you shall live ebullient, as I-
Enamored, contrariwise, as your love grows more and more nigh!
Perchance, my beloved, to expound even further still-
Should you allow them, all your hopes and dreams shall fulfill!
Come live thine glorious life, intertwined with mine-
Live each day, as though each day were St. Valentine!
Maurice Harris,4 February 2010
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The Peace I Seek
The peace I seek is not in time, nor space-
It is in this Father's contented soul, that will replace
The anguish I have felt for so very long;
This torment weakens a heart once so very strong-
Naught may be done to rid me of this pain
That I have not tried again and again.
My mission has been foretold and is Divinely Ordained,
Though my path has been muddled, my Faith has never waned!
To say that I am heart-broken though, only tells half the story:
I have seen with mine own eyes, its power and glory.
Words may not explicate the true depths of my sorrow,
Nor will they meet with reasoned understanding by tomorrow.
All that in which I once truly, ardently believed
Has been stolen from me-I was maliciously deceived,
Both by those I trusted, and by ideals such as truth and justice;
In a world where both are decided by those who bow to cowardice,
Deceit and thievery have been richly rewarded;
Though I fought bravely for same, I have not been afforded
One single, God-given right, supposedly 'guaranteed' for me.
I have bled for these rights-who bleeds for me?
How does this idealist reckon with his bitter duality?
I once held the vision and the dream, close before me.
How could I be so naive-as if my love could also adore me! ?
When given a choice, the meek shall indeed inherit the Earth!
I do not bow to cowardice, because I know truth and all it is worth.
It could be said that I have nothing,
Yet, in truth, I possess everything,
Because I have truth and courage, and that's all I need!
This is the message He wishes I heed:
The only things freely given, are of love born;
That absconded from us, we are allowed to mourn,
Yet, shan't cede to do contrariwise in return-
The truth is the only thing that we can ever truly discern!
-Maurice Harris,27 June 2012
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The Letter That Changes Everything
This letter may serve as a new beginning, or foretell a tragic end-
Yet, the thought of not writing it is not one with which I may contend!
My prayers are for the former, as I dread the latter,
Though my soul yearns to have the final say in the matter
Of what form its counterpoint may finally take;
Thus, with this leap of faith, I may finally make-
Known, what it is I suspect you have already guessed:
Your's is the soul that mine covets more than all the rest!
This though, I shan't allow to come at my heart's expense,
Where its own longing does not meet with recompense.
No longer may I be your friend, and naught more;
At the end of each consort, I am left to wonder: 'what more
Are we meant to be? '-certainly not just surreptitious friends.
Is my heart to wither, whilst my mind pretends?
No! I am not blind to your amorous reciprocation
Of the feelings I have for your, and their desperation!
Your precarious position is not lost upon me-
I know it all too well, as its cost, upon me-
Tolls deeply and tragically-yet, I am much to blame!
My feelings, as your's, are much the same
As they were so many years ago-
The difference: I commanded my fears to go!
Without the burden of same, doubts no longer linger.
I may now count myself worthy, to place upon your finger
The quintessential token of my commitment to you-
Though, through forfeit I lost, and the forfeit went to you,
In the form of a life that you have deftly built.
For my part, my love's perpetual flower did not wilt,
She is more alive today than she ever was-
Incapable of surrender's preservation-she never does!
Our collective inconvenience does not cause our love's retreat;
Not even a cosmic cataclism should cause it to fleet,
First from our sight, then from the safe confines of our heart's coffers,
Thus taking with it all the beautificence it heretofore offers!
This thought is banished, and all like it, disallowed;
This shall never be, and all talk of such is disavowed!
Whether you allow our souls to ally, only time may tell-
If not though, you owe it to thine own heart to pray tell
Why not, in the face of all the love for each we possess-
The answer: fear, would need be my only guess!
Our friendship is precious to me, as is the love, long ago born-
The more we celebrate the former, the more I mourn
The latter-a sort of dichotomy, where love's scorn
Is also the glory of the heart, which both doth adorn!
The mere thought that my own social immaturity
Is ultimately to blame for my amorous insecurity
Is nearly too much to take, but I must!
My heart, mind, and soul are all in accord, so I trust
My instincts about what must be done in this regard;
Though, mere thought upon consequences makes it so very hard-
As if I do not trust myself in my heart's confusion
And give it an ultimatum, that invites the intrusion
Of your's even further into my most inner sanctum-
Should this not come to pass, my lofty mind, heart, and soul are to blame-thank them!
Absence, though, has not proven a deterrent before,
So, why then might I risk the vanquish of thine grace, evermore! ?
The answer lies in the need for unequivocal clarity,
Where the wants of this heart comport with the verity
That only your's married with it, may reveal!
Anything else is acquiescence, which serves to further steal
Away a portion of my ever-conflicted soul;
I need you, if I am ever to feel whole-
It is quite simplistic, yet for so long it evaded me:
All the while, the Gracious God who created thee,
Has steered me ever-lovingly in your direction,
Where I may reap the reward that is your affection!
As fair warning, I am no longer the man I used to be:
I now celebrate beauty, that before I refused to see!
Where ere, I queried my strength, now I do not,
Thus, this is my attempt to alter us, to be what we ought!
If allowance for our real friendship may not be made,
Because you have accepted your fate, and may not be swayed,
Then I need to know now, so that I may prepare
For the burden that my heart will be forced to bear,
When all I possess are memories and you are no longer there
To be the beauteous reality, that otherwise my mind could only dare!
Sikerly, this is meant for our future betterment, not to hinder-
Or else, I would not dare risk the loss of a friendship, so tender,
For the sake of a hollow dream that may never be;
Yet, this long-aspired romance is one that we shall never see
Unless all is risked with this blind leap of faith,
Where a world of amorous wonder would be created from a wraith!
Lest you believe my intentions are not entirely pure,
My heart yearns still-a want that many years without you could not cure!
A thousand profoundly powerful poems could not properly expound
The puissant sense of purpose I feel when you are around-
Yet, when you are gone, the passion presents still-
A passion so powerful that friendship alone may not fulfill!
In any other realm, this would be viewed as less than altruistic,
Yet, though self-serving, it is also quite simplistic:
I believe our desires are mutually in accord,
And fear, in the face of same, is not something we can afford.
To accept this offer, you must overcome your fears
And embrace the ardor you have battled against, for years.
This is surely not a journey you need make on your own,
I shall be there too, where actions that comport with these words shall be shown,
To allay any fear, where now you are sure to be trepidatious;
Without fear as your nemesis, your heart is sure to be courageous,
As, surely, you will very much need it to be-
To leave the only life you have ever known, and cede it to me!
Either way you choose to decide, I will not begrudge you,
As this letter should be taken only to inform, not to nudge you
In either direction-that is entirely up to you;
I would never deign to tell you what to do,
Only that I adore you, and shall, no matter your decision!
I have been wholly honest, and now, without contrition,
I beg of thee to be the same with thine own self,
As it art thou who must live with thine own decision, no one else!
I may not ask anything else of thee, nor would I-
Nor could I promise you forever, yet I could try-
One day at a time, to covet thee as much as I may,
Where my actions reinforce every loving word that I say!
Take as much time as you may need, the decision must be right;
I know we may never be the same, thus the plight
That faces you is not lost upon me, nor for me, to decide.
All the counsel I may lend is: 'use you heart as your guide'.
As uttered ere, I will be here when your decision is done-
Whether or not my heart is chosen as the one
With which ou choose to ally, for what remains of forever-
Whether it begins now, or is banished to 'never'!
-MAurice Harris,21 September 2011
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An Altruistic Self-Advocacy Of A Man Wholly Enamored By An Angel (Part 1 of 2)
I have spoken many times, and in the Latter Days,
Of the Virtues I know you too, extol, in all ways
That I do-so, now it is more than apropos
For me to Testify to mine own-to show
You, and all of those who lean toward your concern,
Why it is that you love me so very much-and hopefully earn
The Respect and Love I have been due
For so very long, as it relates to you!
Your Prayers have certainly been answered, but you were not ready-
And now take pause-to open further, and steady
Your Inspired Heart, Mind, and Soul-
To prepare Them for this moment-Your Life's Ultimate Goal!
I bring to you:The Mate for Your Soul, Counterpoint for Your Mind,
And Guerdon for Your Heart-THIS is why You cannot leave US behind-
To wither and wilt, as the Precious Lily-of-the-Valley,
When left wanton for nourishment, and wholly
In need of that which now only IT may provide;
With WE two-all through OUR lives-two worlds have come to collide,
And only could came together as ONE, whence Truly prime;
Now, my Beloved, THESE and many other reasons, are WHY it is Time:
I AM the Man of God You have awaited Your Life, entire;
In every way you imagined, and many others, Your every Desire
Has been fulfilled already, through, and by, ME;
THIS is Your number ONE-yet there is more still, to answer: 'Why ME? ';
Your Mind craves stimulation constantly, and I provide this-
Yet, there is so very much more, besides this!
Your Heart has found its Mate in Me, as a Friend-
And same shall Flourish evermore, until Time doth End!
I provide Your Soul's Divine Inspiration, with Help from Heaven Above:
THIS is yet another reason I KNOW I am Your Life's Love;
Through the Perpetual Providence of the Divine and Holy Trinity,
I provide for your internal Holy Trinity, Wholly and Completely;
From a land of multiplicitous Mormons, YOU reached OUT to ME,
Because God told You I am the Answer, and now You See!
You have expected Perfection (or Innocence) and I have always provided same, nearly-
And You, as well as the rest of the world surely see this clearly!
As Heavenly Father has Ensured the very same,
With His Most Awe-Inspiring Blessings for US, in His Glorious Name!
As You need, I provide; as You excel, I revel;
As You want, I want; as You revel, I excel;
I provide solace whence You need, though You know not,
And You drink in of this wholly, though perhaps, You show not,
To the rest of the world-AND, knowledge, whence needed,
As well as very sage advice-that, whence heeded
Will show You the Truth, as I See It-
I AM all of this, and SO MUCH more, I implore You to allow me, to be it!
You have always needed a Partner, to travel the world-
Here now, before Thine ver y Own eyes, the same has been unfurled,
By and through the Benevolent Actsof God's Very Own Hand;
It is HERE before You at this very moment, in Your Land;
Together, we may explore this world Hand in Hand-
All of this and so very much more is at Your Command!
My voice provides the respite that You crave for Your fears,
And Gifts the means to expedite the drying of all Your tears!
My Words comfort You in ways You never thought possible,
And have MADE Real, all the dreams You never thought plausible;
I KNOW my physical presence HERE alters Your entire world,
And You KNOW, through the Blessing that have been hurled
AT ME, as though 'Blessing Bombs'-from Above,
Bless You as well, so very much, as MY Eternal Love;
I am a Priest and have ALWAYS had the requisite Faith-
And through Help from the Very Hand of God, we have fashioned from a Wraith,
A Reality that we could only dream of before;
Now, right here upon You, is the Eternal Love, You adore!
I AM the Example and others follow MY Lead-
I have the Answers, wherever You have Need;
I Am You Aspired Reality, MADE Real;
I AM the Ethereal, for Your 'touch and feel'
World, where I may also be viewed as a Renaissance
Man, and You are MY Lady of same's quintessence!
Heavenly Father KNEW what You have ALWAYS known:
That I have NEVER wavered in MY Truth-
THIS has been manifest each and every day, since days of my youth;
For mine life entire, I have been unafeared to Stand Alone-
You are the only ONE that Love has Shone
More Resplendently for, than myself, all Earthly personages considerate;
THIS is the only thing You are afraid of, IF You really stop, to consider it!
Your Faith in Yourself and Your disbelief
In Your Worth is the ONLY cause of Your Grief!
And THAT is exactly what I have told You all along-
You are MY Heart's Harmony; I am Your Soul's Sweetest Song!
I am Your Officer and Your Gentleman,
Your aspiration's realization, and WE know we'll win
When You are ready to accept and embrace
The Greatest Gift that has ever happened FOR You, due His Amazing Grace
And Magnificence, but for the three little Angels He Bestowed;
All the PROOF you have-MY Truth's Mother Lode
Over more than thirty years, and in many ways-
Accept, Embrace, and Love this Wonder, to ensure its stays!
I have not a biased bone in my entire body,
Nor a single moral mannerism, which even approaches shoddy,
Because I AM next to Godliness,
And You are Wholly and Completely deserving this
Gift from God that I AM-accept this;
I AM the Counterpoint that completes You-
I AM Your Native American Spirit Warrior
And Gift much Spirituality, to and for you, or
Even You for me, as a symbiosis between us
Exists, which cannot be properly defined
By mere Word, as I AM always on Your Mind,
As You are ALWAYS on MINE, contrariwise-
THIS is what You have Truly begun to realize!
-Maurice Harris,5 February 2012
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Your Mind Pushes Me Away, Your Heart Aches
Your mind pushes me away, your heart aches;
I assure you of our truth, whilst my heart breaks;
You are so afeared, that your fear became your reality-
Yet, there is but one way to rid yourself of this duality-
One day at a time, step closer in OUR direction,
Where I shall be already, to offer the protection
Of my love, strength and other-wordly faith,
In the love that we fashioned, through the miles, from a wraith;
Beloved, though we speak not, I call out to you,
And tell you that is ok to be brave-I am not saying what to do,
But merely I proffer salient advice knowing the truth of YOUR dreams-
I do this not for my own gain, nor for anything but what seems
Now to be surreal, where I know the opposite is true;
Love is truth, truth is love; fear is deceit, and deceit led you
To temporarily push away what you have dreamt for all your life,
Fear is your enemy, not I-fear caused this chasm, this strife!
I did not push you too fast, yet for same
I now am accused, and falsely take blame;
You did not use me to get over anyone,
Nor did you deceive just me, yet bludgeon
Only me, with anger over fear-I am NOT the enemy
I am the love that you have held guard over-it is in me
And not else lives there-not animus, nor do I possess baggage
From my past-holding on to the past has caused enough damage;
I would lovingly advise that you do the same, both as it relates to you and to me,
And finally accept the love that we two share, to be
The only 'reality' that you keep in your heart and mind-
Leave the past just where it belongs-behind
Us, both in time and as lessons learned-
It is what you deserve, and I know I have earned;
Become what you have always wanted to become,
At your own pace, but do not allow irration to be so cumbersome
As to alter what you know as real,
The truth of your heart, what you you truly feel!
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This Father's Heart (Ode to Abigail and Gabriella Harris)
I oft ponder what it will be like, when
You and I finally meet again;
Only in photographs have I seen you grow,
Only what I remember of you do I truly know-
You are both a beautiful, yet enigmatic mystery!
We share so much, but hardly a history-
I may only see you now when I dream,
Or perhaps, when I ruminate under the Moon's beam
Of how different my life would now be,
How much more beauty I would now see-
If only I were so fortuitous, indeed, so blessed
As to still have you in my life- I have obsessed
About how to affect the same for many days,
Yet, I have hit dead ends in so many ways!
So long as, in my body, there is breath-
So long as I remain on 'this' side of death,
I shall never cease, nor surely forfeit;
This Father's heart will not allow that I forget
That no matter where you may now be,
You need me, though you may now not see,
As I, the import of our most unique connection;
I have had the benefit of much introspection,
Where all that I may be for you, I have pondered.
Believe me, my beloved, I have wondered
About you every single, solitary day!
The burden of this Father's heart, you can not allay;
Alas, though the estrangement is not of out choosing,
You and I are the only three people that are losing!
My beloved Daughters, though I know not how,
I made myself a promise, and to you, I avow:
'No rest, nor peace shall come my way,
Unless and until, I see the day,
Where I gather the solace of your embrace,
Where you and I, at last, are again face to face;
There is no compromise, nor is there debate-
I shall be the one to determine our fate! '
'When you are prime, both in spirit and mind,
You will know the story of how you came to be 'left behind'-
I assure you, the tale that you have been offered
Is nowhere near the truth, as the facts shall bear-
We are each carried in the other's heart, safely coffered-
Though we have been apart, we have always been there! '
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At His Command
A want to be near to thee, permeates my very soul;
After lo these many years, you would think that time stole
This ardor from me, but naught, including death, may!
This is the love, that God, in His Wisdom, let stay
With me, and I dare say, also with thee!
Now I inquire: will you share this life, with me?
This is the query I never had want before, to pose-
'Tis due a love that, despite time and miles, still grows!
My mind may only fathom what the answer may be,
All we may do is want-with time, we may see
Whether our unity has been divinely foretold;
Only One may know what our future may hold,
And He is not now about to show His hand-
For, it is we that live our lives at His command!
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Her Dubiety, His Surety
'How may you covet me as you do-you do not know me, as you must?
Why then would you endue to me, all your love and trust?
You know me only from afar, and thus, always at my best-
How then, to your unceasing adoration, may you still attest?
You now only beg mine consort, and are not too used to it-
Might you not grow weary of same-or, perhaps bemused, through it?
With time's passage, surely your ardor shall wane-
Then, you shall need remind, of same-again and again! '
'My beloved, precious, Empyrean Proffer-
Today's adoration is but a pittance to what I shall offer;
As each dawn delivers upon us, a brand-new day,
You shall grow to learn: it is a love that is here to stay.
Naught that time may serve to teach us,
Shall have cause but for to allow more ardor, to reach us!
To me, your beautificence, is, and shall always remain, sans pareil-
Though my hearty brims with love for thee-all the while
More still shall there be, as time breeds more familiarity;
E'en you shall barter your doubt for this verity!
Serendipity allowedc that our love 'found us'-
To grow evermore, so that it may always astound us.
We shall never stand to take it for granted:
Time and consort shall always grow what He planted!
One day, your dubiety of today shall wither-
In its place, an astonished assurance shall remain thither.
Where there are now not words, to gather
Clarity to thine sentiment-soon, rather
Soon-the words of your heart's content
Shall be vocalized-as was His intent! '
-Maurice Harris,9 November 2010
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Father's Day, Forbidden
Yet another Father's Day fastly apporaches
And a force outside of my control still encroaches
Upon my ability to be the Father I know I can be;
Two beautiful little Angels grow, yet, I can see
Only photographs-which surely do not show me
More than a brief moment in time-they do not know me,
Nor do I know them, yet we share a connection beyond the miles
That now seperate us. Am I cause for any smiles
They may have in times which are wholly their own! ?
Will this estrangement cease before they're grown,
And are able to make decisions without the influence of another?
When will they break ranks with the one they call 'Mother'-
To allow that their own concerns finally be considered?
When will the maternal selfishness, that has embittered
A Father, yield to the need of Daughters to know from whence they came?
I carry only remorse for the loss they have suffered-the shame,
That should be held by the two women who purport
To know what it means to be a Mother, yet fall very short!
I may not be the Father I know I am, until this veil of shame is lifted-
Nor may these Angels truly know what God Himself has gifted,
Both to me, and to them-this Father-Daughter bond;
To our tragic loss, how shall the Fates respond?
The answer will only unfold through the hands of time
And the travesty we now face may only be described as a crime.
I live many miles from them, but I carry them with me always-
No amount of time or space may take this away-all days
Which pass without them in my life belies the gratitude
I have for their very existence-indeed, a bittersweet beatitude!
One day, 'this too shall pass' and my heart's ache shall cease-
One day, this soul shall sing the sweet song of its own release
From the torment I now feel, for a consort that is not allowed, to be!
The gracious gift of Fatherhood, once avowed to me
By the very Hand of God, has been stolen by ignorance-
Earthly ignorance of the import of same-my abidance
Is surely not of my own making, but in nature, Divine;
When I wonder, shall this end! ? Just a little sign
Is all I shall need, to sustain me further still-
Until such time as this estrangement's end is His Will!
In the meantime, another poignant Father's Day to me
And all those similarly in search of their purpose: to be
All they were meant to be, for a child who needs their guidance.
This is what must be one day, to cease this soul's subsidence
Into an abyss-from which a return becomes less and less likely.
Instead of wondering: 'what if? ', I need to know what might be,
In a world filled with the two wonders-as my dreams have shown.
I need my eyes to behold, not photographs, to see how they have grown;
Until these dreams meet with reality, I shall never be whole-
Until you are again near me, we will never recover what they stole!
-Maurice Harris,13 June 2012
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Amorous Destiny
Patience, abundant-I await my love's imminent magnificence;
Understanding, effortless-we both endeavor toward its resplendence!
I do not know all the answers, but I am willing meet any and all query-
I give my heart completely-without any form of doubt, nor thought, leery!
I presume naught, yet, I hope for all my dreams to meet with fruition;
To make myself this vulnerable is wholly of my own volition!
To see a glory as this and allow its fleeting, I can not-
For if I possess the means to cause its lasting-I ought!
Though I know not incisively, her most closely-held thought-
I must, in spite of this, move ever closer to what I've always sought!
I reach for sentiment, proper-to explicate my soul's elation;
My heart, worn upon my sleeve with her-without a moment's hesitation!
I say to myself: 'one day, she shall see and celebrate with me,
What is and always hath been our amazing amorous destiny! '
Maurice Harris,9 May 2010
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My Impassioned Offer
For many years, my dear beloved friend,
You and I have shared a mutual devotion
That does not seem to want for an end!
Its power may be felt across the largest ocean
And its glory streches further than the eye may see;
Naught may hope to contain this simple verity:
I love you and you love me-even as this may be,
You could not hope to have further clarity!
We are a divinely-inspired pairing, to be sure-
Brought into one another's lives with a purpose in mind;
Perhaps we never queried same, only welcomed its allure-
Yet, I shall now: 'Heavenly Father, far too kind
Art Thou to see to this consort, and all it has brought!
Much obliged and humbled are we, at Thine Grace;
Aid us only now, to make it to be what it ought-
Only in You, would we, this trust, emplace! '
As though a compelling love story, for want of a sequel,
Our history together plays over and over in my mind-
You are the love that my heart knows has not, an equal-
The beautificent memory I could never leave behind!
What happens next is entirely up to you;
Ask your heart; sikerly, it shall tell you what to do-
It possesses a truth that your mind may not,
Which may be too afeared to do as it ought!
Should your heart be the victor, in that battle fought,
You and I may, at long last, garner what we have sought-
Namely, one another, and all that we are-
I, the star gazer, and you, the shining star!
Consider this my impassioned offer, please do not refuse it;
I proffer a purposeful life and hope you choose it!
I know you love me, in fact, I know it well-
Together, we may fashion the story we lovingly tell:
A story of an ordinary man with an extraordinary capacity
To love, coupled with an equally persistent audacity
To treat you as the Princess that you have always been-
With you, the scene-stealer, who ensures I always win!
The pact betwixt your heart and mine
Is now on the the table, for you to sign;
You may not be prepared, you may be frightened,
Yet, I implore you still, to embrace my amorous offer-
Our love is divined and I have been enlightened,
It is for you alone, my heart foregoes its coffer!
Maurice Harris,9 July 2011
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The Only Justice I Really Seek
'Who am I? ' I will only know, when I am allowed to see
The future that God has graciously avowed to me,
After both injustice and death, as well as before.
Life has new meaning now, as does what I am fighting for:
The only two resplendent sureties in seas of deceit-
This is what is needed to make my life complete!
My life yearns for them, as the 'purpose' He intended-
Until this wrong is righted, until this tear is mended,
My heart, and indeed my mind, and shattered soul,
Will never understand the contentment of simply being whole!
My ears hear them cry out to me, though they are not near;
My eyes long for sight of them, because they are not here;
My heart aches, in the face of their tragic absence,
While my mind may only imagine their true magnificence!
Their consortium is the only justice I really seek;
They are the only strength I need, where I am truly weak;
May my thousands of pleaded prayers, finally find answer,
To rid my world of this anguish, this fully-metastasized cancer!
Much in mind, and in many ways, moribund-since that day;
Yet, I must brave what comes, no matter what may-
Because, as I need them, they need me even more;
We three patiently await the Natural Order, to restore-
Whereby the rights of these two precious jewels
Are no longer absconded by minions and fools!
This once-broken Father's heart now seeks repair,
Through the riddance of the estrangement, and the despair
Into which it has been drawn me, since that horrific day-
When this shall come to pass though, no one may say;
It is in the Hands of my Heavenly Father to decide;
All I may do is humbly pray for redress, and faithfully bide!
-Maurice Harris,24 September 2011
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A Letter From Baby, To Guzel (an excerpt from current somniations...)
Guzel,
You have pointed to MY actions as destructive; MY actions were just REACTIONS to YOUR actions; You deceived everyone BECAUSE you were scared, which pushed you away from the 'love of your life'-ME! MY actions are, and have only ever been bourne out of selfless love and and a boundless concern for you; YOUR actions, ON THAT day were the destructive actions; THEY are the only thing that caused all of what followed, for the brief time that both of us were NOT ourselves.
WHY would you destroy something so beautiful, because you are scared? All you needed to do was, say: 'Moe, I am scared! '-to which I would have replied something like: 'OK, no problem-the solution is to slow down and reassess, to ensure you are NOT scared again.' MAYBE THAT is what you should have, and what I would have, done! YOUR actions since that day tell me and the world, that you WANT to fix what YOU broke; namely, NOW, due YOUR actions, EVERYONE with a 'need to know' of MY past does (ALL AT ONCE) and THAT is dead, and? ? ? s they may have NOW, are for me and ME alone; YOUR burden is done my beloved!
I need YOU to understand that though you effectively betrayed me, as well as yourself by NOT being wholly honest about how you REALLY feel, I AM NOT angry, I understand completely NOW why you did what you did, and when and how you did it! I know more than anyone WHY! ! I know more about you than perhaps anyone else in the world, perhaps even YOU! YOU were NOT ready to come here, consort with BOTH our families under the BURDEN of YOUR secret about what HAPPENED to ME! ! I understand, not only because I love you, but because I am pretty insightful as well!
As time marches from that tragic day just before Christmas, the truth, the REAL TRUTH settles and the deceit as well as my 'baggage' fades; Speaking of such-both your past and mine have only strengthened us, they are NOT burdens for each, they are NOT cloaks behind which to hide-they ARE ways that we have learned lessons and gained much strength!
GOD and YOU and alone control both your own destiny, as well as how others view you and those you love most ardently-people are capable of much love, as you well know, through me, as well as others. YOUR friends and family effectively were MORE ambushed MORE than I, BY YOU! But again, the damage has been done, the coast is now clear and the 'drama' is gone. NOW, I only possess a 'sordid' past which includes an 'ex-wife' and TWO beautifully inspiring Daughters. JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE IT! ! (*as you said to me 8 January 2012*) . I HAVE NEVER seen WHAT I know about YOU as baggage, but as PROOF of your strength-now show the world how strong you really are!
Stop running FROM your love and TOWARD YOUR fear, reverse the course, er, curse and come back to friendship, then perhaps love at YOUR speed, it IS real, it IS true and YOU are LOVED!
-Baby
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Travel Partner Needed
I do not ask for the whole world, just your hand in mine-
As we walk through life one day at a time.
My heart surely knows the want and love of your's,
As, over the years, it has become attuned to what it adores;
You need only ensure your actions and wants do comport-
To bring together your soul with its mate, so they may consort,
As inspiration to one another, in a world in need of same,
Where those too afraid to love-to live-are to blame!
Travel partner needed, only you need apply;
I solemnly swear to love you, until the day I die!
The destination is not as important as the inspiration it provides-
No matter where you may travel-the destination, your soul decides.
Inspire me, my beloved, as we share destinations, real and imagined-
And cede acceptance to a love that was predestined!
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My Love Surely Has Foresaken Me
My love surely has foresaken me,
Look just where my love's deceit has taken me!
Lonely is the night, lo the day,
Since my love sent me away!
I envision her and nary a foul thought enters my head,
Never would or could I allow for a negative word to be said!
Fear made her a monster, yet love shall surely prevail,
Restore it shall, all as before, when she did me, fail!
Many moments in life define you as a man,
None though more than this, surely you understand!
Hysteria led thee astray, to that dark place,
Where, no longer may I visage the beauty of your face!
As with the pasage of time, reality is restored,
Soon, my love, relief shall be had for our heart's dischord!
Maurice Harris,31 March 2008
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Secret Sisters (An Imagined Conversation)
'Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you!
My name is Abigail. What, pray tell, is your name? '
'Abigail, my name is Gabriella. To greet you
Is indeed my pleasure, I extend obligation to Him for same! '
'I confess, I knew your name, and for some time have sought you.
I am exalted that mine effort has brought you
Here before me, so that we may finally consort.'
'Why though, with me, do you wish rapport?
I know not a reason, as same now evades me-
I am overwhelmed by curiosity, which now pervades me.'
'I became quite interested in the facts of my birth,
So I began to sleuth, and for what its worth,
You and I are Sisters, Daughters of the same man.'
'This is wonderful news, which gladdens my spirit-
Why though, from you, and not my Mother, do I hear it?
It seems to me that this needs to be a part of her parental plan! '
'Sikerly, it was I that coerced this connection;
Mine own Mother silenced, under guise of maternal protection;
I desire personal privity, not opinion of another:
My opinion needs be prescient, not derived from my Mother;
This is my own journey of discovery, not a bother-
I need to know for myself, this man who is our Father! '
'I am eternally grateful that, in your plans, I have been included-
There shall be much-needed explication as to why we where precluded
From contact with our own Father; What possible reason
Might serve to justify this egregious treason! ?
Our's is a meeting that long-ago should have transpired:
It neeeded to be one our own Mother passionately desired! '
'Truer words hath ne'er been spoken-
This man is our Father, not some token
Relative, with which we share little connection;
We deserve his unceasing paternal love and protection;
As he, I am sure, wants for our love in return:
The unseen heart may still ardently yearn! '
At that very moment, the two Sisters decided
That there would be but one pact, with which they both abided:
A search for the relationship which heretofore, eluded them;
At the same time, a Father still fights for a life, which included them.
There is sure to be a singular confluence
That sees to this trinity's convergence-
A glorious day, envisioned 1,000 times, as aspiration
Shall one day meet with a wondrous actualization;
Then only, maya a Father's broken heart, find mend-
This is reality, with which e'en loftiest aspiration may not contend;
Alas, all that is real now, is a fanciful intuition
That one glorious day, this dream shall meet with fruition!
-Maurice Harris,30 January 2011
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