A New Life (Heaven Sent)
A new life; new surroundings in a new place,
These are the circumstances that you face
When you search for yourself and a new beginning;
You never quite know if you are losing or winning;
The battle wages within, to define yourself anew;
Everything seems to unfold so slowly before you
That you begin to wonder if time itself has slowed
To a point where you no longer dwell in the abode
Of the spatial and the temporal-both are altered;
You play back in your mind any area in which you may have faltered-
But still, there is nothing-you are left wondering still-
Where is the life of wonder, when will my dreams fulfill! ?
When it is least expected, this is when it will present-
You will not know from whence it came, only that it is Heaven sent!
-Maurice Harris,24 March 2012
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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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Beautiful Child Of God (Dedicated To Cecilia Bell: 1976-2012)
Why would God take someone with so much life left to live! ?
For what, pray tell, might He no longer allow her to give
All that she has-and still could! ? Only He knows, we will never.
Yet, the life she did live, gifted us memories time may not sever,
Nor erase-for, we are far bettter for the time He did allow.
We have been Blessed far more than our grief belies now.
May we grow to remember her as fondly in her absence
From this Earth, with her charm, wit, and pleasance,
As we did when she was amongst us, in our temporary place.
May we gather at times to see the ever-present smile upon her face
Once again, to uplift us whensoever we may be downtrodden;
This single action alone should more than suffice, to broaden
Our understanding as to why Heavenly Father needed her in His Elysium.
Beautiful Child of God, we shall be with you again, when our time here is done.
-Maurice Harris,25 August 2012
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Our Love, Stronger Than Any Fear
Do you know how lucky you are? Had you been any other,
I say this not merely because you are my children's Mother!
You have shown me though, all I need to see,
I have loved you as I have no other, you too, for me!
You are the love of my life, I need not anything else;
You give me a elevated sense of mine own self!
Love me as you used to and I shall no longer perturbed-
Love me now, as then-as though our love, left undisturbed!
Fear away fear, leave her be-you've no longer a place!
No longer do you hold court over her actions, her mind!
You have left her surely-she has left you behind!
No longer may you, our love, away, chase!
Our love is stronger, still, than is any fear;
My love, with me, whether I am there, or here!
Maurice Harris,20 March 2008
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I Now Live 'Innocently
I now live innocently at your back door,
I now await the wonder that is us, to fully restore;
I now know fully, the forces which led me to this place-
Now, all my dreams are missing, is: the smile upon your face,
The melodious sound of your voice,
And the rest of your Angelic presence, near;
Neither one of us has been given a choice
In all the prescient circumstances which led here;
But, here we are anyway-closer to our dreams fulfilled;
It has never been in our hands, but by God, willed;
Never, in a lifetime of years, could I fathom what was done-
But, now I know a single Truth, and that is OUR love!
Deny, deny-all you like, but you only deceive yourself-
Once honest with me, and others-THEN only, may you believe yourself!
-Maurice Harris,27 January 2012
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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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All I Ask Of Thee (A Pact With God)
A fate worse than death-that's what this has been to me;
When, I wonder, will I begin to see
The fruits of both my faith and its persistence? !
Ironically, tragedy taught me strength-its insistence
That only those who possess it shall prevail;
When I have needed same, it has been there, without fail-
Trust me, I have needed much, to be drawn,
Just to get to the next day, when I thought all hope was gone.
'That which does not kill you, makes you stronger'-
Indeed, yet, how very much longer
May I depend upon my strength and fortitude! ?
When will faith and a positive attitude
Be enough to overcome nepotism and deceit-
Enough to bring about iniquity's inglorious defeat! ?
Was my death a means to foreshadow, or a new beginning-
Was this a means to mark the day, when I start winning?
The reason is not very clear to me,
It's a enigmatice miracle that I am still here, to be
A voice for those unable to speak, -
Strength, for those who may be too meak!
Whatever the purpose for which I was spared,
I may never know-only that You cared
Enough about me, to allow me this higher purpose;
Now, I must prove that I deserve this
Empyrean proffer, of a life, wholly-renewed;
It all starts with my positive attitude,
Coupled with knowledge of my life's importance,
As well as my righteousness and its adamance;
God's purpose for me, I slowly learn;
Deservedness of this new-life gift, I slowly earn.
'Heavenly Father, I am ever-obliged and humbled
For the second chance You have given-though I have stumbled.
Only You know I deserve this second chance, most rare-
My recompense to You for same-my soul, lain bare,
The truth of my heart, and the devotion of my mind-
All duteous, in pursuit of that for which You left me behind;
All I ask of Thee is that You continue to love, protect, and guide me,
Remain where You have always been my whole life-beside me! '
-Maurice Harris,13 March 2011
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The Sky Cries
The sky cries, and the sky doth rejoice-
To my self-blame, I had to say goodbye-
For my life's sake, I had not a choice-
My sky saw its 'twilight', I was not prime!
The former is not a place for me,
Alas, in this realm, I was emplaced;
Lovely is the sky now before me-
All the torment it hath erased!
Lurk no longer, skies of greyish doom-
I refuse to dwell any longer where you loom;
Blue skies, ablaze in rays of gold-
Allow release, the 'warmth' I now hold;
I have seen days, both glorious and dreary-
I want for this glory, yet I am so very weary!
Maurice Harris,1 March 2010
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I May Not...
I may not be able to buy you a manse, but you have my heart;
We share a unity, as I am pained that we are apart;
If you experience times of joy, I am gladdened;
Should I feel grief, you too, are saddened!
You love me, I know, despite my eccentricity-
I love you-your beauty sublime, its causality!
You epitomize a nurturer, at times, I need the same;
You are fragile-to protect and covet thee always-my aim!
You were my first love-please do be for me, my last-
Though, I shan't force beauty's place, should this not come to pass!
All mine own life, my dreams contained this visceral, yet, bonnie lass-
Your form hath ne'er altered, however-formed from my past!
I may not be a magician, nor know how prestidigitation is done-
Yet, I present to you, two hearts-beginning to beat as one!
Maurice Harris,28 April 2010
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My Dreams Need Not Die (A Bittersweet Valentine)
If I were not meant to be here right now,
Then, please explain to me just quite how
I did come to be here in the manner and time
That I have; just because you are, again, not prime-
Because you now battle the inner demons which curse you-
This does not mean MY dreams need die, and I, not pursue
All MY aspirations, which allow Answer to all MY Prayers!
Dreams and Hopes are only fulfilled by the heart that dares
Be Faithful, in the face of overwhelming obstacles, and disbelief;
I have always been same, yet now, you give me grief,
When you asked exactly this of me, so recently;
Regrettably, your senselessly afeared mind treats me indecently,
Because I represent all you have ever wanted, but will not let live;
All you need is the gift of your open heart-one that your afeared mind, will not let give!
-Maurice Harris,14 February 2012
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Wherest So Ever
Wherest so ever you may roam-
Obliged would I be, if only allowed I'd be to come home!
No matter, for what may be chosen, as reason:
Doest, please, expediently-'fore the changing of the season!
No matter, for what may be regarding, as to why? !
Ever present, all knowing- answer cometh from the Sky!
Life altered all but too fast- too forever, changed
Life altered all but too completely- all too much, rearranged!
Ne'er before, perhaps, ne'er since-
Ne'er shall I know all happening, whence!
Do I yet perceive all differences-
Inherent in what acts, need consequence! ?
Loveth you always, forever and ever;
Love that ceases not, altering never!
Maurice Harris,11 November 2007
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The Time Is Nigh, My Beloved
I received your letter today, where your sentiments seem to obviate
From the words you chose and the sense of certainty the did create.
There seems to be little doubt where your heart lies,
And that you wish to offer our love, a genuine reprise;
I am exalted by this news and by now, you know
That my feelings have not altered and I wish them to show!
Where ere, circumstances conspired, to our detriment,
Now it seems to offer nary an impediment!
No longer does our consort need be surreptitious,
We may revel with the world, in the joy they wish us!
Be still, my inspired heart, the mate you have awaited is here;
Be steady, my exalted soul, the counterpoint He created, is near!
The time is nigh, my beloved, for our fairy tale to begin;
I am ready when you are-just tell me when!
-Maurice Harris,4 June 2011
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Only I Know You (An Ode To faith)
God said to me: 'My Beloved Son, go now to this place,
So that you may begin to fashion more dreams, and begin to erase
The blight of fears that has built up inside
The Angel I have gifted to thee-do not run, do not hide
And allow both of your deepest aspirations to fade
To inconsequence-this is the move that must be played!
Go on your faith, and all else you have dreamt shall come to be;
But first, you must show the world that you have come to Me-
Both in heart and mind, and with your entire soul;
Prove that Mine are the only Virtues that you extol.
And then, Beloved Son, all other answers to prayers shall be gifted,
And your ever-inspired trinity shall be uplifted.
This Cherub shares your dreams-and I shall show her
That your collective aspirations are one and the same-
I shall do this with My Hand, and in My Name-
Because, as I know you, I too know her.
I shall gift to her all that I do to you, contrariwise;
All in due time, she too shall come to realize
That, though your dreams may cause her to be freightened-
They are her dreams too, and shall see her soul heightened
Beyond what could have ever been fathomed-in ways that only I may see;
As I am the Truth, and the Way-only I may be
The same for both of you-and I shall continue to show you,
That only you know each-as to both, only I know you! '
-Maurice Harris,9 February 2012
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No Point
J. spinks
This aint working out
Its not worth the time I spent on it
When Ive been next to you
Its not the way you want it
And all I wanna do
Is get away and as far away from it
Theres no point cos Im not winning
Theres no point going back to the beginning
Theres no point to keep on waiting
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any closer
If it was up to you
Wed go around in circles forever
Theres nothing left to do
I go around - around in you
Ive tried to see it through
All Ive seen is the stormy weather
Theres no point in still pretending
Theres no point cos this is never ending
Theres no point in keep on trying
Theres no point to carry on lying
Theres no point acting like children
Theres no point cos this time Im gone
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any close
Theres no point in still pretending
Theres no point cos this is never ending
Theres no point in keep on trying
Theres no point to carry on lying
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any closer
Theres no point cos Im not winning
Theres no point going back to the beginning
Theres no point in hesitating
Theres no point tonight
Theres no point at all
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Moments In Time
Moments in time help to define you as a man,
Even if they are of times that no one could understand!
Crippled by fear, strengthened by truth,
Held accountable, without any sort of proof!
All that defines me as a man-integrity, honor, pride,
Has been, by some, ignored entirely, even set aside!
Always do I treat others with the utmost of respect-
Naturally, the same in return, is what I expect!
The love of my life, turned into a monster, in an instant,
Accepting of this role I am not, I am far too persistent!
Amongst all the destruction is left rubble and need to rebuild;
I am hopeful, that through my faith, belief in you is again instilled!
Life is too long a road to walk by one's self-
Too long indeed, to keep your heart away, upon a shelf!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2008
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Lying Here, In Soul's Contemplation
Ne'er would I have imagined I could be hurt so completely,
By the one person to which I had given my heart repletely!
Antithetical to my hopes and dreams was it, to be sure-
Nothing short of love's return might ever cure!
Lying here, in soul's contemplation-utterly crushed,
Not for reason mind you, but for judgment rushed!
Simple communication, enough to avoid
All that your hysteria seemingly destroyed!
Ne'er more import has been placed in truth's knowing:
In it surely is much capacity for growing!
Learned from adversity, some of life's biggest lessons-
So too, are we made stronger, through life's testing!
On the other side, we, for each, are made stonger,
Consequent to this, love grows thus, goes-longer and longer!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2008
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Most Awe-inspiring Of Romances
Misunderstood, from a misunderstanding, Alas
Here though I am, for your scrutiny, yet, through glass;
Present for your perusal, for your edification-
Alone am I here, awaiting my life's justification!
Without you am I, yet, in my heart you reside;
Walketh not in front of me, nor behind, but beside;
Be first my friend, then my love, but always their Mother;
Not would I want nor need anything other!
Always gladdened by life's little surprises;
Ne'er is allowance given to what the ethereal surmises;
Conant struggles betwixt heart and mind
Battle within me most all of the time!
Loveliest of flowers; most beauteous of fragrances-
Our's is the most awe-inspiring of romances!
Maurice Harris,13 December 2007
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Do Not Be Angry With Yourself
She taught me to be the man I am for her,
Ne'er to waiver as truth keeps my path unaltered!
I have kept my faith when all else had relinquished,
Not for one moment did my love for thee vanquish!
I have done all I could for this truthful search,
All that is left is your acceptance!
Surely time breaks down your reluctance,
Easily back to you is your love- careful not to lurch!
Do not be angry with yourself- as neither am I,
Hurt in my heart, keeps me wondering why? !
You erred but for the side of caution,
On the wrong side it turns out of that inherent question!
Turns out for us that I was the love of your life,
And not that which is causal to all of our strife!
Maurice Harris,6 April 2008
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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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Daddy Misses You, Dearly
Daddy misses you, dearly, as he wages a battle, righteous;
He has been wronged severely, and he might just
Need to teach a lesson, learned the hard way-
To all those responsible for all leading to this day!
Left a choice shall she be, out of a sense of respect
For both of you, and for the love I have in my heart, to expect
Any less or different from me, is to not recognize
All that makes me what I am-logical, loving and wise!
Strive have I to be the better person,
So as to not allow the situation to worsen!
Alas, I shall have done all I could, all I may-
The choice shan't be mine any longer, after that day!
As I surely have been burdened greatly by what she has done,
So too, shall I ne'er allow that she be let, from her actions, to run!
Maurice Harris,22 July 2008
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Tamed Now, My Heart
My heart has now, its protector; my soul, its mate!
My life has now, its purpose-this truth does obviate!
The all-consuming search is over, back where it began;
I have now, what has long been sought, since the dawn of man!
All that for which I could have hoped, more still,
All that need be, for all my dreams to fulfill!
Anticipation of its start, true, causal to excitation;
All the world shall know and join, in my jubilation!
My heart sings with joy-heed in my recital,
Its guard and covenant of same, absolutely vital!
Faith rewarded, as woe is now gone,
E'er more felicity still, at each day's dawn!
Subtle was its genesis- and now, prodigious-
Tamed now, my heart, once so ramagious!
Maurice Harris,27 October 2009
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