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 True Heroine (Ode To Four Heroines)
Your monster was most tragically familiar to you,
And most certainly, unfortunately, real;
You were innocent, and needed someone, to do
Something, so that fear alone was not all you did feel!
I cannot fathom the childhood you had-
All your nightmares were made to come to life,
Replete with a heinous monster you called 'Dad'!
This was sure to be a most surreal strife-
Where were your guardians during all of this?
Their failure is unforgettable, as is their callousness!
Yet, from this tragedy, most profound,
You have emerged as a true heroine;
Your ability to persevere continues to astound-
It is an honor to be counted amongst your kin!
-Maurice Harris,2 August 2011
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Take Your Time
Take your time, your dreams have not altered;
Take your time, to address what faltered
That caused you to let go of these aspirations;
Soon, you will discover many illusions
Were played by your then-afeared mind,
And that you would do well to leave them behind.
Trust in yourself, it will all come back into focus-
It is the natural order of things, not some hocus-pocus,
Merely the way that your life is supposed to be.
Gradually, you shall see again, as you were supposed to see-
Not clouded by undue fright and irrationality,
And that time is the best anti-dote for this failure's causality.
Time heals all, including a fear made very real
By confabulation, that caused you to feel
That there must be something to the impediment
That you placed in the way of your dreams and their embodiment.
Take your time, analyze it every step of the way;
Take your time, think for a moment, of the day
Before it all started to 'come apart':
Think of the way you felt in your closely-guarded heart.
Dissect everything that was said and done;
Nary do any of them stand the test of time or truth-not one!
Your dreams are your's, and your's alone:
They are the only thing that you really ever own;
So, why not again believe in their verity! ? !
Only then will you see again, with clarity
Of purpose, and absolute truth of heart;
Only then can you begin again, to impart
To yourself, the reality of your dreams.
Take your time; all is never as it seems
To be, under the fog of frenzied fright.
Your dreams shall again make themselves right,
If you believe in the way you remember
You felt, that glorious day in December,
Before it was all taken from your sight,
To haunt you, as a spectre, in the night.
Take your time, your dreams are the only truth you possess-
This is the awe-inspiring gift of God's Bless!
-Maurice Harris,10 August 2012
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This Purgatory
Perhaps you have buried truth, for the better good-
I cannot do that any longer, nor would I, if I could.
I am in love with you and wish the world to know-
And would bear any sacrifice needed, to show
You, or anyone else who needed to be convinced.
Should one be not swayed, it is surely evidenced
In the way I gaze adoringly into your eyes,
And become lost in amorous thought, until I realize
That I cannot truly love, if love is not returned.
Though I suppose this purgatory has been well-earned,
After all, you offered me all this love before, but I was not prime,
And was too afeared to realize 'love' does not have a wrong time!
I cannot undo the mistakes of my past,
All I can do is offer you this love, sure to last!
-Maurice Harris,18 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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Aspiration, Prayer, Faith, And Love
I know not whether my dreams
May meet with fruition, yet it seems
To me that I should dream, still the same;
I do not exhort Him with prayer,
With expectation, as to how or where
He may see to answer whence I invoke His Name;
I know not my faith shall render return,
Yet, through ardent faith alone, may I earn
My place in His Kingdom, most Empyrean;
I give not my heart, due need for recompense:
My ardor seeks naught, but its own existence;
It is with the same in mind, I continue to champion
That which I have mentioned above:
Aspiration, humble prayer, ardent faith, and love!
-Maurice Harris,14 January 2011
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The Lessons Of My Past
I must portray a stoic strength on the outside
To hide the immense pain I feel on the inside;
If it were not for the same, I may not know
The depths of which I needed privity, in order to grow;
What came first I wonder, the strength or the pain! ?
Was it a test of that which was already there,
Or perhaps a quality I had need to gain! ?
Either way, I possess not, need to draw compare;
This is a reality with which I live most every day,
My past has changed my futurity in most every way;
It is to this future that I look, with eyes open wide,
With a hopeful heart and a tremendous sense of pride-
The possibilities are as boundless as the sky, vast-
My future is made brilliant, through the lesson of my past!
-Maurice Harris,29 January 2011
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No Longer Snow On Kilimanjaro
I long for thee but whence I have occasion to respire;
Thou art the solitary object, of which I shan't e'er tire;
Rumination of thee shall surely one day be done-
One day after we no longer bask under the warmth of the Sun;
As soon as all the stars can no longer shine,
This is when you shall find love more ardent than mine;
My desire to be ever-nearer to thee shall surely wane-
Just as soon as we dwell in a world without rain;
To be without thee shall no longer be my sorrow,
Upon the Winter's day there is no longer snow on Kilimanjaro!
The hands of time shall surely need cease in their entirety,
Before, upon mine ardor, I may draw even the slightest dubiety;
Upon mine heart, soul, and mine's fidelity, you may depend-
So it was then, so it is now, so it shall be-when time doth end!
-Maurice Harris,11 March 2011
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Imagine A World...
Imagine a world-one like you've given to me,
Where you are too afeared to be all you've striven to be:
A world where fear of an implausible future event
Becomes more important than our erstwhile love-Heaven sent,
Both in literal and figurative terms-your dream's fruition;
The complete embodiment of your life's ambition:
To find a mate for your incomparably beautiful soul-
This is what you have allowed to wither-what fear stole
From both you and me, on that fateful day before Christmas last.
You will never find this love again if you keep living in the past,
You protect yourself by pretending that it was never real,
Yet, only we two know how it is that you truly feel-
Even now, as I scribe these poignant words as tribute
To a love that naught may replace-a conviction made more resolute
With the passage of time and space from this love's loss.
You promised me that you would never again cross
The heart of mine, that loves you most completely-
Yet you betrayed both of them since that day, most repletely
And tragically, with your choice to shutter with fear.
My heart's ardor is surely real, and lives right here,
Waiting for its inspiration to appear once again:
I shall never again truly love until then.
This choice is not, and has never been, mine-
Will you continue to ignore your own, and further confine
Yourself to the mediocrity of what you allowed to be,
Or will you embrace the love you once avowed, to be! ?
You possess no basis in your fear's reality toward me,
So, why not stop looking back-look forward, to be
All that He wants for you-all that we may provide, together.
You once were so very sure-why not again decide to never
Again cede to fear, but only to love as only I know you can! ?
Fear only leads to loneliness-the heart's tragic isolation
From the one mate that provides it with inspiration:
To accept fear's determination is to ban
The heart's capacity for love, and accept mediocrity;
The human heart is made to love, anything else is hypocrisy!
I may only proffer words of advice, not make decisions for you,
And merely offer same because, despite it all, I adore you
And wish the best for you-yet, I know it must include me;
Therefore, for both selfish and altruistic reasons, I conclude, we
Must both try as hard as we may, to live for the future, not what 'was';
I can not help how it is that I feel about you, not because
Of what we once had, but because of what I know we may-
In a future where the past is left to 'lie'-
Otherwise, we will both leave 'true love', to die.
-Maurice Harris,8 June 2012
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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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Where Dreams Make You
Ah, to awaken in the aegis of your amorous embrace,
Entranced by the awe-inspiring beauty of your Angelic face,
Ever-enraptured and enamored by your amazing grace-
An emotion embossed upon my soul, which time itself may not efface!
If only wondrous dreams could marry reality
And an existence as this, supplanted the duality
I now live, betwixt what is veridical and mere fantasization;
If but I may conjure it up, with my imagination,
Then I may learn to fashion verity, from thought,
To make my dreams come true, where now, they are not!
For now my beloved, all I have are fanciful dreams,
Where you are made real-or so, to me, it seems,
As I somniate in a state where my dreams may make true
All I have ever wanted-where dreams make you!
-Maurice Harris,17 August 2011
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Two Roads Diverged
If heartbreak had a face, mine would be it-
As you need only gaze into mine eyes, to see it;
For far too long, my life has been suspended,
And may never again be, as I intended.
They say: 'you make your own choices', but some make you!
You need to let go of the past and allow the future to take you
Wherever it may-I refuse to be a victim of my past,
I will find my happiness one day, and make it last!
The Sun shall surely shine another day,
To alight a path upon some other way
For me to restore a semblance of jollity,
To a life that for so very long has lacked this quality!
Two roads diverged in my life, I chose the wrong one-
Now I must double back and continue to be, the strong one!
-Maurice Harris,8 August 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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What It Means To Forgive
They say: 'to err is human, to forgive, divine',
Though one may proffer you deserve none, I offer mine!
Know not do I, the depths of your inner turmoil,
Yet I am all too aware of it being lain, to boil!
Alas, love is not needed in order to forgive,
It allows a more fastidious, permanent understanding;
This decision must be one with which you may live-
Thus, in its righteousness, our conviction must be commanding!
You shall see, as do I, all attendant facts-
Then truly shall we bear witness to how your heart acts!
What your mind created-a self-fulfilling prophesy,
You allowed to become real-truly a tragedy!
Shun now the spectre, of all who hurt you,
Make consort again with the onlyone who'll ne'er desert you!
Maurice Harris,14 June 2008
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WHY Am I As Covetous Of Thee As I Am (An Oft-Propounded Query) ? {#2}
WHY am I as covetous of thee as I am (an oft-propounded query) ?
Answer Number 2 of...infinity:
Because I am a better person, because of, and for, you-
Due the only reason I may now muster: I simply adore you;
Mine heart is enamored with thine simply because:
This heart desires what that heart's quintessence, is-
And this heart emulates what it is that, that heart does;
THAT is why, this heart knows not, what obsolescence, is!
More considerate am I, due mine consideration of thee;
'THIS' may be seen every day, in the expansion of, 'me';
Chivalry doth yet dwell, whence a lady is desirous of same-
And that thine heart may have held dubiety, is, for shame!
We two, as a unity, are the very embodiment of true Faith:
We have, thus, fashioned an Eternal Affirmation, from a wraith;
As e'er-biding as the magnificent amarant,
Your e'er-humble appreciant,
-'Baby'
Maurice Harris,11 December 2011
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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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To Mine Heart's Captor
To mine heart's captor: thou knowest who for art thou!
With its absquatulation complete, what art thine plans now?
Art thine intentions altruistic and pure-
May thine jollity, these intentions, ensure?
Might thine heart be exalted in consort with mine?
If thee were to seek its consult, how would it opine?
Love knows not impediments, it lasts and grows forever;
Come with me, my beloved, we shall live this truth, together!
Have not thee thought of me, fondly, in mine absence?
The gift of our love is proof of His Divine Benevolence!
Walk this journey called life with me by thine side;
Mine unceasing love shall always, and e'er, be supplied-
For so long as thou art enamored by this offer;
First though, you need remove thine heart from its coffer!
-Maurice Harris,16 May 2011
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1,000 Nightmares, Since I Dreamed
You were all I ever wanted, yet, fear was my nemesis;
I stand now before you, undaunted, due the amorous armor that is the emphasis
Of the ardor I do now feel, deep in my soul!
For a second chance, I beg of you-
With it, we may recompense for what time and circumstances stole.
I only ask because I love you
And need to know you are aware
That in my most lofty aspiration,
Of my longed-for future, you are there,
To serve as my futurity's inspiration!
I know I should have listened then,
But did not, because I knew not how;
I lament that I did not listen when
Your heart begged of mine, but I listen now!
You are far too noble to express regret,
Yet, I may not claim such nobility;
My heart disallows that I forget,
Thus, I was not gifted this ability!
The past is gone, no one may now, change it;
I may only look now to the future,
With the hope that I may arrange it
To include you, as my broken heart's suture!
I have lived 1,000 nightmares, since I dreamed;
It has been many a Moon, since it seemed
I was safe, as when content in your arms-
Since I was happy, as when beguiled by your charms!
Only we may turn back time, and only if we work together-
Together, we may love one another, for the rest of forever!
-Maurice Harris,7 August 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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Whenever
Whenever your heart avails itself of me;
This is the time that you shall know I am ready!
Whenever you are prime, to accept my undying devotion-
This is when you should embrace the foreign emotion
That is love, in all its gracious glory;
Whenevr you want to offer the world our ardor's story-
Which reads as a classic 'boy meets girl' amative,
With our hearts exalted, in their wondrous narrative!
Whenever you wish a reality, from what is now a wraith-
Whenever you desire the love and hope, built upon faith,
To be put into action, and at last, made to be real;
Whenever you seek the reciprocation of the love you now feel-
This is when your heart and soul become one, with mine-
When two disparate spirits do, at long last, combine!
Maurice Harris,12 May 2011
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Yet So Very Close
So far...yet so very close,
Is the one I love the most:
Though you are not near,
Still, I hold thee most dear!
Each night, as I do sleep,
Promise of consort I do keep;
Each morning, as I wake,
The glory, reality does take!
It is now mostly fanciful dream-
Omnipotent, real it does seem!
Each day, as I faithfully pray-
Perhaps one closer to that day!
Alas, as my dreams and reality do unite
Nearer still to me, you, I do invite!
Maurice Harris,24 August 2009
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