A Life, Lived Alone
What good is a life, lived alone,
With no one to share the adventure?
This is a 'failure', for which I need to atone;
But, I will not assent, until I am sure
That the lady meets all the needs
Of my heart, soul, and mind-
My want to love more than I do myself impedes
The 'progress' that causes others to leave behind
All of their hopes and dreams, to settle for less!
I refuse! Perhaps I will fall prey to my own stubborn pride-
What will happen is anyone's guess,
But this has been my stance since the day I died!
I am not here to collect relationships-I am here
To find a mate for my soul, and to do so, without fear!
Maurice Harris,24 July 2011
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The Soul I Once Chose To Keep Away
Your love has been so very bountiful,
And with it you have never failed me;
My recompense for same was surely doubtful
As I was overcome with fear, and failed thee.
I have grown so much and in so many ways
Since my regrettable failure, to which I look back
With both sorrow and regret on so many days;
From the depths of my most profound loss, I took back
Control over the demons which caused me to doubt you-
And now, I know I may not truly 'live', without you;
You are needed, as flowers need the rain-
Without you, there exists only heartache and pain,
At the realization that trepidation cost me so many years;
Never again shall I live, subject to my fears-
For that is not life at all, it is a failure to live:
A heart is not alive if there is a failure to give
It away to its mate, when its mate is found;
A soul that dwells is this way, is bound
In chains, just as a prisoner, interred;
To live in this way, where a soul's wither is inferred
Is akin to a voluntary death sentence.
I refuse to continue to serve such penance,
For the sake of a fear, long-sice defeated;
The mistakes of my past shall never again be repeated;
To not reward your love with unabashed love in return
Is surely one-one for which I hope to one day earn
Both redemption and a second chance-
At a once-inspired, yet all-too-brief romance.
God-willing, this will come to be, one day,
And I will consort again, with the soul I once chose to keep away!
-Maurice Harris,6 September 2011
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Aspiration Of A Future, To Efface The Past
I need use my mind's eye, to see you;
I've no access to photographs, no way to see to
A remembrance of you, except in this way!
I long to once again be graced by you-I've dreamt of this day
Many, many times, so that I may at long last
Look beyond a most tragic consequence of my past:
Namely, that I allowed fear to make a decision
That I have lived to regret every day, since its commission!
May God again grant both of us with the other's consort-
This alone seems to befit or comport
With the wants of my heart, soul, and mind-
You, my beloved, are the memory I could not hope to leave behind!
In a world of glorious imperfection, you are as perfect as I could hope you to be,
I pray to God each night, to divine your 'perfection', to me!
Maurice Harris,20 July 2011
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My Moribund Heart
My moribund heart dies more every day;
You are the mate for my soul, in every way
That I may imagine, or aspire-
You fulfill my every eartly desire!
I wish that you would love me, like you used to-
It is already in your heart, should you choose to
Listen, you may find it easy to get used to me;
Only if you allow it, may it be as it used to be-
Only with your heart and eyes wide open, do you choose to see,
What it is we may be, when we refuse to be
Anything but that which we choose to be;
This may be, only when we see, as we used to see-
With eyes that allowed our muse to be
Each other-this is how we used to see!
-Maurice Harris,8 August 2011
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Suddenly
Suddenly, I have eyes that now may see;
That which I never fathomed before, now may be;
Suddenly, I have ears that now may hear,
Which call me toward you, without any form of fear;
Suddenly, I have a heart, no longer coffered-
That longs for the love, you long ago offered.
Suddenly, I have a soul that needs for its mate,
Which embraces the exaltation she does create.
Suddenly, my mind is unafeared, and in accord;
Any further resisitance is something I cannot afford;
Suddenly, mere sight of your visage takes my breath away-
Thought of a life lived with your grace keeps death away!
Suddenly, I am a humble appreciant, and in awe
Of the love I feel in my heart, which has not, a flaw!
-Maurice Harris,15 August 2011
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She Is Extant
'Where is she? ', I wonder, as I lie down to sleep,
Only when I find her may I then keep
The promise I have held in my heart, for so very long;
Only then, may I satiate the passion, now so very strong,
For a mate for my long-ambattled, yet ever-deserving soul;
Somewhere, in this world of wonder, is mine-
Somehow, I will be made to again be whole,
When I finally find her and our souls combine
To form a unique unity, from a now-disparate duality-
Only when my audacious aspirations marry reality!
She is extant, my heart tells me so...
When dubiety lurks, my faith lets me know
That though I may not now see her,
The very next lady I meet, could very well, be her!
-Maurice Harris,1 September 2011
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Is A Wish In My Heart Enough...?
Is a wish in my heart enough, to light
A flame that shall again, bring within my sight
The Angel that I did once know?
Are my inspired sentiments enough, to show
That she is the mate my soul has awaited;
Many Moons have passed since we consorted,
Yet, the ardor of my heart has never abated-
I have even taken to aspiration, where I have resorted
To fanciful fantisization of our life together,
Where each new day is the beginning of our forever!
Only time shall tell what the future may hold,
Only time shall determine whether or not
The song of my heart is sung, and its story told;
Let it be as I prayed Lord, if it be aught!
-Maurice Harris,6 July 2011
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A Promise Kept
All alone in the darkness, all alone in the light,
All alone with anguish of my soul,
Through the long, dark, lonely night!
This is what her deceit gifted and what it stole:
No one here to comfort me, nor to allay my fears,
No one may take away the abject pain,
Nor may anyone wipe away the tears
That fall upon my pillow, again and again!
With a wish in my heavy heart, I pray for relief-
That my Good and Gracious God may quell my grief:
'Send me an Angel', I implore Him, 'make real,
The visage I see in my mind's eye, and in my heart, feel! '
We are almost there Heavenlyy Father, one more step-
All else is in order, I need now only, a promise kept!
-Maurice Harris,11 July 2011
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The Dream
What are dreams really, but our hearts speaking to us?
The realization of that dream is what I am seeking through 'us';
I must answer-my heart doth now and resoundlingly call me;
I shan't be prey to what would otherwise befall me,
Should I not listen to this call which pervades through my soul-
I need my half-couplet heart to dwell with its mate, to be whole!
Had not the fates intervened as they have, I may be none the wiser-
That they have though is causal to my ardor, gushing as a geyser!
Had not this gift presented its endow, I may not know any better-
Though now I do-now and evermore, I shall be to same, a debtor!
My heart now basks in tranquillity;
My soul now rejoices in its jollity;
My mind is rife, with wondrous possibility;
The dream-beautiful and brilliant in its clarity!
Maurice Harris,25 May 2010
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My Dearest Friend
My dearest friend, most enduring, still-
Dreams deferred, now may be fulfilled!
My maiden amorous merriment, now mind's mate,
Awe is inspired by the powerful presence of fate!
Perchance, nay only, my life's purpose now defined
Through His most precious proffer, my present, Divine!
Chosen for me as honour for a life lived, most laudible,
Making beautiful reality from what I thought impossible!
Forever grateful am I, for all, to me, He doth proffer-
My heart, formerly fiercely fortified, I no longer coffer!
Wherest before I saw darkness and heartache,
I now see beauty, both whilst dreaming and awake!
My dearest friend, with me from the start and to the end,
My soul's mate, my life's love, my dearest friend!
Maurice Harris,4 August 2009
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No Longer Afraid To Dream
I am no longer afraid to dream;
Whereas before, aspiration was made to seem
Too lofty a goal for a man like me-
I now know that one day, I might see
All my dreams marry with a wondrous reality;
This has not always been my mentality:
Before, I stunted my dreams under a cerebral ceiling,
Which only served to leave me with an uneasy feeling;
I am much obliged for the power of this gift,
Responsible for my mind's mediation and my soul's uplift!
Now, I am led by my dreams, and not contrariwise,
Which has served further, so that now I realize
That to truly dream, aspiration must be left unbound:
Yet, in order to fly, your feet need not leave the ground!
-Maurice Harris,9 February 2011
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The Gift, Given; The Life, Striven.
I cannot stay asleep, my soul is stirring like it has, ne'er before;
My heart is alive again, as though it were not e'er, before;
My mind is racing, there is so much I wish to impart,
My lips are quivering, as they wait for my mouth to start
Speaking with the beloved source of all this beauteous agitation-
The entirety of my existence is wholly duteous, to the vocation
That is adoration of same-I am not able to explicate this any more;
Though, I do know however, that as time wends, there shall be many more
Reasons for this adoration, as time and love collect them, as gifts, to me;
I await this verity of my heart to meander back-as I hope it shifts to me
Once again, to never fall asunder again; this is all that, for which my heart,
Mind, and soul most ardently hope-the only way that each may possibly cope
With this most profound loss-as now I have only to keep the faith, and hope
For what I know is to be-my long-sought-for life-to finally start!
-Maurice Harris,14 January 2012
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The Devil, In Sheep's Clothing
Perhaps the only way to look at it now
Is to see her as the necessary evil that she was;
As hard as it is to accept, she was the vesssel that did allow
You to come into my life-no matter what she does,
She will never be able to take away this gift!
If I had known in advance, all she would take,
I would still allow it to be-the uplift
To my heart, of your existence alone, could make
Up for anything, many times over again-
The joy that it brings, makes up for any pain!
There is no other way to look at all that has transpired:
A lady I once most ardently admired,
Turned out to be the Devil, in sheep's clothing;
Though she gifted you, she also earned my perpetual loathing!
-Maurice Harris,25 July 2011
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The Profundity Of Paternal Pain
My purpose in life absconded, is the reason why
The more I live, the more I die-
At times, I no longer have tears, to even cry;
I have not given in to despair though, nor would I try
To push back the pain that I feel inside;
It has become a battle between sorrow and stubborn pride,
Where all that is left for me to decide
Is how often I will be on either side
Of this great, profound, emotional divide-
Betwixt the death of my soul and where I am allied!
With time, the pain does not dull or lessen,
Nor does it serve to teach me a lesson;
The pain is my penance for what others have done,
And the struggle will not cease until I have won!
-Maurice Harris,17 August 2011
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A Mistake I Needed To Make
It was a mistake that simply had to be made-
I am stubborn-minded and apt to feel
Dubiety, which persists, unless I am swayed
By experiences, which I live and make real!
Given the gift of retrospection, the err is quite clear;
Though I did not listen to your now-sage advice,
It was due to more than just the spectre of fear-
Failure needed be mine, to render satisfice!
Oh, but to have it to do all over again, -
Where would we be, where but now, we newly begin! ?
Reality makes the hypothetical, now unclear;
We must allow the past to lie, and address the now, and here!
I only know of an ardent love, there all the while-
To opine otherwise would only meet with denial!
-Maurice Harris,2 August 2011
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A Heart, Aflutter
I remember you fondly, each and every day;
Though we now live lives, most disparate,
You have a place in my heart, where you'll always stay;
I wish to profess my love, and with the whole world, share it-
So that all, whether far afield or nigh
May hear of the love story, first fashioned as a fanciful dream!
If but our hearts were to consort, and our souls, ally,
All would then know this Angel held in my highest esteem!
Take a chance-all my amorous dreams fulfilled, the reward-
Allow your heart and soul to consort, with what they ardently adored,
For many moons, though mostly, from afar;
No need to bide any longer, come as you are-
A place has been reserved that only you may fill;
A heart has been set aflutter, which only you may still!
-Maurice Harris,23 November 2011
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Allow The Descent
In order to fall in love, you must allow the descent-
To be given away, your heart needs your mind's consent;
To be truly loved, you need to graciously recieve it-
Love contrariwise, is the gift of your own heart-you leave it
With the one who has uplifted and absquatulated it:
Does not, your love, belong to the one who created it! ? !
Love with all you have, as you possess naught else-
Love devoutly, unabashedly-not to wonder what else
There may be, to garner thine amorous affection:
Love, as naught else, offers a puissant self-protection.
Love is truly its own wondrous reward-
Love is the only road where you are never detoured;
Listen beloved, as love, for you, doth call-
Allow yourself to love, and along the way, enjoy the fall!
-Maurice Harris,25 March 2011
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What If...?
What if I had chosen with my heart
And not my head? For a start,
My life would be drastically different-
I probably would not need to be so persistent
With respect to rebuilding my life;
I would not now be subject to such strife
As my heart almost could not take-
In the most real sense, it really did break!
It is never too late though, to alter its course-
I know the love in my heart, and I know its source;
This is now the heading I shall steer-
To seek the Angel that I hold most dear!
If only I should be so fortuitous
As to tie the bond I do now see, between us!
-Maurice Harris,17 July 2011
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Easter,2008
All alone I lie, in contemplation,
Not do I know my life's next destination!
All that I have ever truly loved-taken away-
Lo, that wretched Veteran's Day! !
Easter has arrived, as though to hasten in new life-
But, before that may be-you must rid yourself of inner strife!
I, in my heart, know the truth of that day,
Thoughts of anything other, sheer absurdity, i must say!
I love completely, with all I am, my family most beauteous,
Look though, what a moment of fear did to us!
Love you not less, for succumbing to fear,
Though, thought not did you, to keep truth near!
Whatever may happen, my love for you never left,
Ne'er could I leave thee wanting, or bereft!
Maurice Harris,23 March 2008
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The Gift Of My Fatherhood
Haunted by yesterday and memories embedded in my soul;
I am determined to make up for the jollity it stole;
With a hopeful heart and an ardent, faithful mind,
I endeavor every day, to leave the past, behind!
Why may I not pay riddance, this anguish-
Why do I allow its spectre to to languish
Within me, stealing my todays, as well?
When will this end? I guess only time will tell!
Long-held beliefs have become myths of naivete;
The justice I believed a birth right, is now that for which I pray,
Nightly, sometimes hourly-and not only for me-
I pray too, for my Daughters, and for the gift of my Fatherhood, to be!
'This too shall pass'-yes, when this justice is restored;
'This' shall pass, and my long-sought peace of mind, assured!
-Maurice Harris,5 June 2011
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Heartbroken And Alone
I am just fine Mother, please do not worry;
All that may be taken now, is time-
And time, we know is in no hurry,
Though, surely, I am much more than prime,
For this 'journey' to be ended, and for a new one to begin;
Alas, it was not His plan, to be any other way,
Of same I was reminded yet again,
When I realized I was not independent on Independence Day!
I shall be 'home' shortly, but I will never be the same,
That I may be though, at all, is a miracle of its own;
I will leave here far different than when I came,
Yet alas, I will leave as I arrived, heartbroken and alone!
Until then, may the days pass more swiftly still,
And all those that follow, allow my dreams fulfill!
-Maurice Harris,6 July 2011
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