A Purposeful Path, Paved From a Painful Past
Where my vision is usually crystal clear, now, it is now blurry;
Where my mind is usually rational, now, it is overcome with worry;
My life is usually rife with loved ones and friends, -
But, where are they now! ? Well, that really depends
Upon who does the asking! They are nowhere to be found-
When I finally pay this place riddance, will they be around! ?
I know that they love me, and could use them right now-
They must hear my prayers, yet I know not quite how
They are supposed to react-naught that they could do or say
Could make the pain I now feel, fade or go away!
Here, there is no ration and not very much reason-
There is only chaos and my heart's treason;
I have confronted ignorance and intolerance all alone,
Which would have broken most-and have shown
Both myself and others, intelligence and measured fortitude
In response to most pointed threats, and comments most lewd.
No matter what these Neaderthals do or say,
My response is the same, and will remain that way;
I see no reason to engage them in any sort of debate-
There is no way to defeat their vitriol and hate,
Except to ignore them, wholly and completely-
I refuse to allow a bully to ever defeat me
With words which have no basis at all, in fact.
No matter how many times I may be verbally attacked,
There will still be no truth in anything they say;
I only want leave of this place, and naught will stand in my way!
My loved ones and friends, methinks, would be most proud:
Amongst the chaos and violence, I have never allowed
Myself to drawn into the belly of the beast.
Their targeted attacks bother me, not in the least.
There are really only two ways here that you can go,
Either you assimilate to the anarchy, or you can grow
From the wretched experience, both in heart and mind.
I chose the latter: to begin to put behind
All the heartache and embitterment it has brought;
To continue to search for the greater purpose I have sought
Since the wretched day this unimaginable nightmare all started.
I seek still, the Daughter, from which I was forcefully parted,
As well as her Sister, whose absence I lament equally-
And to map out a future, I still hope will be
One where I may make both of them proud:
To be for them, the Father I have avowed
I would be-not one who is never there;
To be a loving Father, not one who appears to never care.
This is most certainly not a course for the faint of heart-
And the road is too long to view it all-but, I have a start!
-Maurice Harris,23 April 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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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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No More A Place In My Mind, As Before, For You!
Father, though not with us, causal are you to much of my pain!
Naught would I not do though still to see you once again!
Opine would I to you as to why you chose your path-
Many different choices, many different ways the world hath!
In many ways were you my hero- in many ways my opposite:
Why and how could you live with yourself, I would posit!
Happy Birthday to you Father- perhaps best that you're gone-
Allowance made it is for less anger- after your dawn!
I've met someone Father, who I believed only to be a fantasy-
She falsely believed I was as you- though a tremendous falsity!
Amazing though she certainly is- very much too, fragile-
Make well again her heart and mind- mine own domicile!
My Father, once my hero, I bid you now adieu!
No more a place in my mind, as before, for you!
Maurice Harris,7 January 2008
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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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A Purposeful Lesson, From A Painful Past
I lament the fact that I do not miss my dearly-departed Dad,
Nor may I see as real, the relationship that we once had:
My Father was not the man he purported to be;
It is only now, long after his demise, that I am able to see
The man I thought I knew, for who he truly was.
What is past is prologue, yet not for me, because
Though many years have past, I still wonder what was real.
My heart aches for what this association was allowed to steal,
Both from me and those I hold in the highest esteem.
Oh, how I wish that it were only a bad dream,
But I am not so fortuitous as to see its end-
My present is not one my past could portend.
I am not my Father's keeper, nor am I to blame
For anything that he once did-so, why then the shame! ?
He was but a fiend with which I share a last name,
Yet, it is not my purpose, nor surely my aim,
To cast aspersions at the man from whence I came,
Merely to markedly point out that we are not one and the same.
I can no more help my connection to him as I can my logical mind,
Yet this diaspora spreads and I may never leave it behind!
I have ardently prayed for refuge from this horrible curse,
Yet my prayers have gone unanswered, and the guilt, gotten worse!
I only wish to awaken to a world where ignorance is no longer-
A world where time heals all, and I am allowed to become stronger
For all that I have had to endure, for all I have overcome,
Yet my mind will not allow riddance to be paid to these cumbersome
Burdens I feel deep in my soul because of who my Father was.
I should not be made to suffer for what my Father does,
Just as no man should be held to account for acts of another,
I should not be made to recompense for those of a Father
I never really knew-whose shameful ruse was hidden from me.
This exorcision is needed, to ensure this curse is ridden, from me
And all those that I hold dear, for they have suffered too!
The world must see not only what I have suffered through,
But that my suffering was not in vain-it was surely not His intention
To inflict such pain without purpose; His Intervention
Is rife with lessons for all the world to see.
Lessons in the way He intends for the world to be:
Where His children demonstrate love, understanding, and compassion
For each other-without bias and prejudice-and without ration!
This must be the lesson that He wished to be taught to me
And the way He believes the world ought to be-
Otherwise my penance was all in vain,
And the world truly is insane!
-Maurice Harris,19 June 2012
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Hopes And Fears
Scars not seen but they are there none the less
The scars are on my heart
The questions in my mind
I wonder if he knows how bad he hurt me
I wonder if he even cares
I wonder if these girls are his
I wonder if they will ever forgive me
I'm so young and my baby girls will grow up in a time of war
I wonder if they will start another draft if this goes on much longer
I'm not a fighter
I don’t want to have to fight in a war that isn’t mine
I don’t want to die in a war of politics
I don’t want have to choose between my girls and my country
My girls win every time
I don’t want to have to flee my country and never be able to come back
I don’t want to use my girls as an excuse as why I don’t have any money
I don’t want to be on welfare
I don’t want to have to be dependent on a man
I don’t want to have to depend on any one but myself
I don’t want this life
I never have
I wonder if I was destined from the start to lead this life of heartache
I don’t want my girls to have a life like I did
But they are already on that road
I have deprived them of a father by not waiting
By not protecting myself
I have started to lead them on a broken road of pain and heartache
I never wanted that for my kids
I have no one but myself to blame
I get that part by now
I wonder if this is all a punishment from god
I wonder if god even cares
I wonder if god abandoned me
It sure feels that way
I hope my babies don't feel the pain that I do
I hope I never have to leave them and deprive them of myself
Their mother
I hope they never feel abandoned like I do
I hope they will never feel unwanted
I hope they don’t turn out like me
I hope their lives aren't filled with chaos
Swirling whirling skies of disappointment regret and pain
I hope they never lose their rosy view of the world
I hope they don’t have to grow up too fast
I hope they have strength courage and determination
I hope they never back down
I hope they stand up for what they believe in
I hope they can make their lives better than I've made mine
Copyright © Johanna M Stone 2011
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Hopes And Fears
Scars not seen but they are there none the less
The scars are on my heart
The questions in my mind
I wonder if he knows how bad he hurt me
I wonder if he even cares
I wonder if these girls are his
I wonder if they will ever forgive me
I'm so young and my baby girls will grow up in a time of war
I wonder if they will start another draft if this goes on much longer
I'm not a fighter
I don't want to have to fight in a war that isn't mine
I don't want to die in a war of politics
I don't want have to choose between my girls and my country
My girls win every time
I don't want to have to flee my country and never be able to come back
I don't want to use my girls as an excuse as why I don't have any money
I don't want to be on welfare
I don't want to have to be dependent on a man
I don't want to have to depend on any one but myself
I don't want this life
I never have
I wonder if I was destined from the start to lead this life of heartache
I don't want my girls to have a life like I did
But they are already on that road
I have deprived them of a father by not waiting
By not protecting myself
I have started to lead them on a broken road of pain and heartache
I never wanted that for my kids
I have no one but myself to blame
I get that part by now
I wonder if this is all a punishment from god
I wonder if god even cares
I wonder if god abandoned me
It sure feels that way
I hope my babies don't feel the pain that I do
I hope I never have to leave them and deprive them of myself
Their mother
I hope they never feel abandoned like I do
I hope they will never feel unwanted
I hope they don't turn out like me
I hope their lives aren't filled with chaos
Swirling whirling skies of disappointment regret and pain
I hope they never lose their rosy view of the world
I hope they don't have to grow up too fast
I hope they have strength courage and determination
I hope they never back down
I hope they stand up for what they believe in
I hope they can make their lives better than I've made mine
Copyright © Johanna M Stone 2011
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This Too Shall Pass
'This too shall pass', I repeat this each night,
These words are spoken even still, despite
The languish of my heart, and its lament,
I follow this mantra, wherest ever I am sent!
Not just for self, certainly, do I remain steadfast!
My children, of far greater import, than upon myself, I'd cast!
For them, this is why I do remain true,
For the love of same, naught would I refuse to do!
For purpose far greater than merely myself, alone
I do plod on, secure in knowledge of my truth's tone!
Righteousness is my strength, shan't it, from me, wither!
Your's is deceit, yet we shall coax thee hither!
Integrity, Service, Excellence-an Airman's Creed:
Words that one lives by, are not just words, indeed!
Maurice Harris,21 July 2008
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The Solitary Lily
The solitary lily, who refuses the valley where enamored;
The heart, once alive with same, now stammered
By a mind that imagines another's worst-
Becomes a flower in its own desert, forever cursed.
Uproot yourself from your harsh, parched terrain,
To the land that is e'er rife with amorous rain;
Sikerly, the way to this place must be fresh in your mind,
As you dwelled blissfully in this land, until others opined
Falsely that you were in need of aegis from your own haven.
Your heart fell victim to your muzzied mind, made raven
By the subjugation it allowed to an oligarchic view:
As if your rainbow were not glorious, despite its amative hue-
Which is why you sought this place, due all it posed to thee;
Alas, you chose another place, instead of the one that was supposed to be!
-Maurice Harris,28 August 2012
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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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One Heart Calls Out To Another (Without Word)
Should one heart call out to another, without word,
Through the many miles that now separate them,
I wonder: 'will the call of my heart be heard? '
What about love, does it elevate them
To a different level, where words are no longer needed?
This heart calls out to its counterpoint, in another,
Yet I know not surely, whether the call is heeded-
Or perhaps, the latter heart, sees the former, as a bother!
Time shall surely reveal what is now, a mystery;
Will the call of this heart, find in the other, a response?
If I were to venture a guess, based upon our history,
I would say that time and space are not long for these bonds-
Naught shall stand in the way of this love, divined;
True love is a force of nature unto its own
And shall overcome all; it shall never be just left behind,
As though the refuse of time-as our's has shown!
True love distinguishes itself in its re-incarnation,
Where false love runs its course, then withers.
True love allows not, unworthy imitation-
As one may only gift the perpetuity it delivers!
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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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The Last Day That Circumstances Stole
With no way to stop them, tears well up in his eyes;
He may no longer control his emotions, once he begins to realize,
That, at long last, the time has finally arrived-
The jolllity he has long-feigned, no longer need be contrived;
Today, a Father re-acquaints with a Daughter he barely knows,
He cries like a baby, yet believes it hardly shows;
No, there is naught with which to prepare for the exaltation
He now feels, down to his very soul-
Yesterday is now the last day that circumstances stole,
From both him and his beloved Daughter; today
Begins a new journey of discovery- a new way
To look at life; one of dreams no longer deferred-
One of anguish ended and of heartache conquered!
She turns the corner, now fully into view-
I think to myself: 'she looks just like you! ',
This miniature Angel-whose life has passed outside of mine eyes
Is now before me, when much to my surprise-
She says: 'hello Daddy, I have missed you so very much!
Though I have only a faint memory of your very touch,
I do very much remember you; I will never forget;
Memories of you are memories I could ne'er forfeit,
For I knew not, if I would ever again see you! !
I hoped that each man that I met, would be you!
I indubitably know where to place the blame-
She and I have naught in common, not e'en a last name!
Daddy, from now, and for always, it is going to be alright-
Now that I am again in your loving arms, and you hold me tight! '
Maurice Harris,24 June 2011
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All The Love My Heart Is Capable of Giving
Your love- allows me the strength to move mountains,
The will to stand tall when faced with insurmountable odds!
When others may cede to defeat, onward still I plod!
Alone I fight the righteous battle; each day my strength is double again!
Upon first sight, continuing with each passing moment- adulation mounts;
Loved you I have for days too innumerable to count!
Met in another time and place had we, yet kizmet brought us back to each-
Come back, my love- I am the man your love must reach!
If any other, perhaps my mind would seek to avenge
The pain inflicted by the only one I have ever loved!
Yet I struggle each day to understand what you were thinking of,
And my mind focuses upon righting all the wrongs- not upon revenge!
All the love my heart is capable of giving,
All the life I could ever possibly be living!
Maurice Harris,15 January 2007
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Most Precious Love
This wondrous feeling of love, impending;
Our's is a story without bound or an ending!
Whatsoever the form, no matter the fashion,
My outward expression of amorous awe, I am not willing to ration!
Birds now sing a more melodious tune,
No matter of time shall be too much, nor too soon!
Heaven's proffer is now my fortune-
The sweet song of my elation-all shall croon!
Time, after time, I give pause, to ensure it is real-
Not even God Himself saw fit, to prepare me for how I feel!
I suppose He meant it, to add to its might-
I am ever-obliged to Him, for my heart's delight!
As though fashioned directly from my dreams,
Is this beauty divine, whose presence seems
Embedded within my very soul-
One with whom, I could happily grow old!
I have no means of recompense, oh Lord-
No matter of explication of same, nary a word;
Mine is a gifting, most fortuitous indeed-
My fiercely guarded heart has now been freed!
I defy anyone to draw like comparison
To the love I now feel, or its beauteous garrison!
I could wait 1,000 millenia, yet, none would gather-
All may ruminate long and thoughtfully, but rather
Than present a gifting of like compare,
They too would succumb to defeat, vis-a-vis, this dare!
Remember, if naught else, m'lady, most beauteous-
Our's is a most precious love, to which I shall remain duteous!
Maurice Harris,13 April 2010
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All For Naught, I Do Not Believe
Naught did I possess any seer, for my abject fear,
Naught are there any here-to see, as I tear!
My best friend has been corrupted,
My entire life, completely, tragically interrupted!
For what reason might be this the case?
Pain has been caused, ne'er to be erased
Drunketh was I, from the cup of my life-
Joined at my festival, by the one who was to be my Wife!
Severed from my family, as though something wrong, I had done!
Falsity was causal to this pain, known to all, but for the one!
Wheresoever she may wander, back to reason,
So too may she allow for the changing of her pain's season!
All for naught, I do not believe-part of His plan-
Each day which passes, I grow more, to understand!
Maurice Harris,23 December 2007
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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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Why Are You Not As I Found You?
My wait continues, for that elusive justice I seek-
Do you really care about the truth of which I speak?
What of the natural order, what about our amazing life?
Why do you want to continue with imaginary strife?
You can't invent something in your mind-
The attempt in vain to convince others of a crime!
Truth need matter to you more than false hate next time-
The conflict between your confused mind and fragile heart, need bind!
Alone are you now with your 'conviction',
Imaginary should not have been your depiction!
You are a grave disappointment to all around you,
Why are you not as I found you?
The choice is your's for the deciding,
It is on the side of love I hope you are siding!
Maurice Harris,5 May 2008
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I Am The Mate For Your Soul (Do Not Fear Me)
If only time could be undone;
Then, the mistakes of time ere
May find correction, until there were none.
Time could be rewound, to where
My heart allowed fear to lead it
And I could erase my biggest mistake.
My heart would tell your's that I need it,
So that I may finally live the life I've tried to make
For myself, for so very, very long!
Of course, I would need your cooperation,
To re-light the flame, once so very strong.
Much time has been given, to much mentation
Upon this very subject-long and deep I've pondered!
You and I were supposed to be-
But sadly, I was too afeared, and squandered
The vision that my eyes were supposed to see!
It is said: 'it is never too late';
Perhaps we were meant to wait
Until now-maybe it was fated
That we meet again, and created
A complete canvas, for a second chance
At a consumate consortium-a romance
Betwixt the mates for each other's souls!
You are the vision that my heart extols
In both reality and aspiration-
My all-consuming amorous vocation!
My beloved, though I have never told you,
I love you more than anything I may ever say!
I know not, if again I'll ever hold you
In my arms-though, in my dreams, I've imagined the day!
We are drawn to one another yet again;
Perhaps we were just not ready then,
So, for reasons we do not fully comprehend,
God brought us back to one another, so we may amend
What was once an incomplete, all-too-brief love affair;
Now I am ready, and naught may scare
Me away this time-though, am I too late?
I know you love me, yet would never ask me to wait-
You are too noble-you would rather lie
To your own heart, yet I ask 'why? '.
Do not accept a life that is uninspired
Because our own circumstances conspired
Against us so many years ago.
You cried, as have I, allowing tears to flow
Only when alone and in the dark of night,
So that your vulnerability remained out of sight.
Do not cry any longer, for our love, lost-
Our dreams may still be, no matter of cost
To that which we believe we have built;
The fragrant flower that is our love may begin to wilt
If too much time is spent on altruism-
The verity of your heart is the only truism
That should really concern you now.
If cannot provide for it, then you should learn to, now,
Before it begins to wither, then die!
If you do not allow it to come hither-then, 'why? '
Would be the question I would pose.
Believe me beloved, the requisite love shows
Through, whenever you are near me.
I am the mate for your soul, do not fear me!
Maurice Harris,14 August 2011
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The Only Father I Have Really Ever Known
You never stood up and told the truth, you never even tried-
You simply took so much from those around you, and simply died-
Without contrition or even shame for all that you had done to so many-
Instead, I was left to carry guilt for a Father that did not have any.
The simple fact that you helped to procreate me, seemed to suffice,
As reason for the deceit and bias of many, the iniquitous price
That I was asked to pay, simply for who my Father was,
When I am no more responsible, for what my Father does,
Than those that you victimized before your untimely demise.
This is a most prescient fact that some do not stop to realize:
I was just a little boy then, yet became privy to your maleficence
As a man of 36, when my love for you became abhorrence;
When the man I knew as my Father died once again,
Where the sorrow for a Father lost, became the bain
Of my very existence-the thought that I mourned you
And the loss that I felt, when I was never warned, you
Were a monster-a fact that I should have known-
Instead, I held on to your memory, where I could have grown-
To distance myself from who I believed you to be,
To grow as a man, for all the world to see,
Unbiased by my connection to you, a man I never knew.
Instead, deceitful asservations, of things I could never do,
Continue to haunt me, as a spectre of unspeakable torment;
Where, my erstwhile inherent rights, I now sadly, silently lament.
It is not from you though, that I seek relief
From the horrors of my heart's abominable grief.
I look to my only real Father, in Heaven above,
Who only shows me compassion, truth, and love-
Not all that which you espoused, and have done.
You stole so much from us, but I will have won
When I can finally say I do not loathe you any longer,
Only what you have done-then I will be so much stronger
Than I am now, and then perhaps, ready to finally go home
To Heaven, and to the only Father I have really ever known.
-Maurice Harris,21 October 2012
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