Cautious Acceptance
I have poured out my heart to you,
In rhyme, spoken word, and mentation;
As soon as you intimated want, I would impart to you
My entire world-wholly, and without hesitation.
Perhaps the ideation of my complete devotion
Is a foreign concept, and you are thus trepidatious;
Perhaps acceptance of same is a foreign emotion,
So your response needs be extremely cautious.
Of course, this is but mere conjecture:
I know not your heart's prescience, nor would I deign
To offer unsolicited advise, or form of lecture-
As you sikerly guard against lament's refrain.
Your heart and soul, in their own time, shall be gifted-
Once your mind ackowledges same, as blessedly uplifted!
-Maurice Harris,14 March 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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My Anguish Echoes Loudly
Upon sight of thine visage, I was overcome with emotion;
My tears formed a deluge, as though the Heavens wept-
I lied awake all night in thought, as all others slept.
My absence now, and always, belies my heart's devotion.
This pains my soul, which cries for consolation-
I am bereft of sentiment proper, though an attempt I offer;
Same is causal to the heart I now regrettably coffer,
Lest I may experience a refrain of its total devastation.
Sikerly, this shan't always be this way:
A heart afeared of grievous pain, much to my dismay.
The balm of time shall cease what now is not bearable:
The anguish of my heart and soul, not shareable
In words, nor like experience to which, you, I may steer-
My anguish eachoes loudly, though you may not hear!
-Maurice Harris,12 April 2010
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The Grace Of God
It is but for the Grace of God I pen this-
Not so very long ago, I was asked to begin this
Life anew-as though one of His Children, reborn;
Now, I am Blessed with proof, which doth adorn
Mine own, once-ceased, fragile heart;
I know this to be His way to impart
To me and the rest of the world entire, a message:
As for hope, faith, and love-He is the last vestige
Of all that is pure and good in this world-
In His own image, mine shall e'er be unfurled
For all to see, as means by which to recompense this wondrous gift
Of new-found life, now and ever causal to the uplift
Of mine heart, mind, and inspired soul;
I know not if I've accomplished same, yet, this is my goal!
It is but through the Grace of God, and God alone
That I possess the very strength I do now own;
Prescience of same hath been gifted to all
Since the day when I nearly answered His Call
To come Home, at long last, to be among
His other Children, where I belong;
I was not ready; my presence was not then needed-
Though His Call I would have gladly heeded.
His purpose was to ready me for what is to come,
So that when all seemed to be lost, I would not succumb
To weakness and despair when I need be strong-
Nor to impatience, where the road is long.
'Thank You Heavenly Father, for the love You saw to provide;
For the Strength You gifted; for how You saw to decide
That I was so very important that You would guide me-
Not from above, in back, or in front-but beside me! '
-Maurice Harris,19 March 2011
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My Love Is A Symphony
All my love, expressly delivered to you,
My hopes and dreams have all come true!
My heart I give, with trust and fidelity:
Without hesitation or any form of ambiguity!
Nary does a moment pass without thought of thee,
This is surely what life ought to be!
Wholly and completely, I offer you my heart,
Ne'er shall even our demise cause our part!
All is owed to thee and to the fates,
Our love strengthens as time abates!
With me have you been for my life, whole:
Mere thought of thee, felicitous to my soul!
My love is a symphony, you, it's conductor:
My heart now resides with you, as it's abductor!
Maurice Harris,28 October 2008
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You May Never Know...
Should there have been any doubt, it is now gone;
Had there been enquiry, it is now and e'er, withdrawn!
No form or fashion of question remains to vex,
Yet, this overwhelming feeling still serves to perplex!
I know this, as surely as I do the Sun will set, and the Moon, rise-
Should I further require validation, I need only gaze into your eyes!
My heart's joyful celebration, its awe-inspiring exalt-I remain duteous;
My mind's eye hath been e'er beguiled by this vision, most beauteous!
Sikerly, this shan't fade, as then, a glory shall have been lost,
Lest, this may be causal to heart's lament, my felicity, its cost!
You may never know the beauty I do see, though
It shan't ever be due to my inability to thusly show
You and all else, what, in me you do always impart;
For you are the solitary cause of the beatitude in my heart!
Maurice Harris,8 April 2010
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A Lady's Response to 'The Proposal
How might you be my everything, my heart's tutelar,
When I shan't allow thee to be, for me, too famular!
I need not, thee, nor any other, to be most veracious-
I shan't allow that my heart be for thee, too commodious!
You may not be its guardian, as I see to its coffer,
I resist the enticement of your most beguiling offer!
You hold me in the highest esteem, I do not understand;
Yet, I too must abide by my heart's wanton command!
I need make alliance betwixt mine own heart and thine own mind,
I shall need too, allow: that we two be amorously intertwined!
My every thought, you shall be, due my allegiance of cause-
As I sleep, or as I am awake, thoughts of thee shall ne'er pause!
It is my heart's solemn duty, to accept this calling, amorous;
My heart brims with emotion, yet shall remain commodious!
You too, shan't need want for any fashion of love or attention,
With every moment, witness again, we shall, its ascension;
As each day passes to the morrow, again it is ever more-
My heart is most captivated-I concede, thee I do adore!
My wants are wants of your own, sikerly, I feel the same-
My heart and soul thieved-further denial would be for shame!
Dreams I had coffered are now dreams to which we aspire-
For you are the solitary source of my mind's true admire!
I shall be for thee: your heart's faithful guerdon, your confidant,
Most trusted friend, your sunshine in the rain and duteous appreciant;
The world shall behold the truth that hath captivated my heart-
All shall revel, as I, in all the wonder and love you do impart!
Remiss would I be, if but one single moment lain waste
Whence I celebrated not, the magnificence therein graced!
Maurice Harris,22 March 2010
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Abiding Love's Quintessence
I am the very air that you respire;
The form your visions take, whence you aspire
To heights more lofty than you hitherto thought;
I am the vulnerability that you long-fought-
Against the relinquishment of your heart-
The fear and loathing of the imminent impart
Of true love for another, lest a future not fully known;
I am your heart's shadow, to ensure you are never alone.
I am the beauty you now hear in a beautiful song,
The new-found solace of your soul, there all along;
I am the quietude you feel, that tumult belies-
The solution to your heart's steadfast refusal to compromise;
You are more than welcome to truly make my acquaintance, -
You seek abiding, unconditional love-I am its quintessence!
-Maurice Harris,30 March 2011
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What Happened The Day I Died
I could not possibly sit idly by
And allow what transpired, to lie;
In the face of such iniquity, something needed be done-
I cried out for an answer and He provided me one,
In the form of redress for rights not afforded;
God-willing, one day I will be rewarded,
Or rather, recompensed, for what has been taken
And for all they failed to offer-it has shaken
Me to my very core, this profound travesty;
Were it not for the Empyrean Majesty
Of my Heavenly Father, to love and guide me,
I would not know I possessed the strength inside me-
That I am now able to gather, when needed.
Indeed, I surely would have never succeeded
Were it not for all all the fortitude it thus offered.
My mind was weary, my soul embattled, and my heart coffered,
Until He gifted me new 'life', by briefly taking mine.
I have no idea what happened; one moment I was feeling fine,
And the next, I was in a hospital, where people were saying I died.
Now, I have evidence of same I cannot hide.
Perhaps, one day the answer will be clear to me,
Though, as I lie in poderance of same, it is nowhere near, to see!
As though the very Word of God was spoken,
My heart is new again, where once it was so very broken.
Should you doubt His Great and Powerful Mystery,
You need only take note of my dichotomous history,
Where my once-devastated life is once again uplifted,
By the Grace of God and the strength it has gifted!
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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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Sin Cera
Truly, madly, deeply-yet quite sincerely,
Do I love thee; I have loved naught more dearly;
As though Divined, He chose you for me,
There be not limit to how much I adore thee;
Much mentation was sikerly had, and thusly aided
What He most graciously, beautifully created,
Without wax, as need for same does not exist-
Only God Himself could envision a beauty such as this!
Pure beauty is so rare, yet you are its quintessence;
God created me to herald to the world, thine pleasance;
I am the voice that ensures all may know this:
God creates very few 'Sin Cera'-may this serve as notice
That I shan't allow mine own self to gather rest,
Until the world entire knows of that to which I attest!
-Maurice Harris,25 February 2011
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No Adequate Explanation
I have no adequate explanation-
I just know-because my heart tells me!
As though in a state of suspended animation,
I wait, and shall, because my heart tells me! !
They say there is a mate for each-
I say mine is you, because I feel it in my soul!
No sacrifice is too much, which leads me within your reach-
I know-because I feel it in my heart, which you stole!
I have no doubts, we are a Divine truth-
You know-because your heart tells you so;
I just believe, I need no form of proof-
You believe-because your heart tells you so!
I know it is but a matter of where, when or how-
Yet, because my mind tells me so, I wish it were now!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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One Day
One day, you will love me, as I do, you:
You will see the beautiful unity in us that I do!
One day, your heart's guard shall see its release:
Then you shall live in a magnificent, loving peace!
One day may come in the morrow, or perhaps in a year-
Its imminence is the only part that is not crystal clear!
It is this-the 'one day', for which I hold fast,
The day where my life shall truly begin, at long last!
The Book says: love is patient, love is kind-
These profoundly simple words do but serve to remind
Of the depths of my devotion to the same-
Love is not love, whence you need hasten its flame!
One day, you shall see all the beauty inherent in me,
Yet first, you need be wise to the beauty inherent in thee!
Look through mine own eyes, there you shall see clearly
Why you are my most beloved Angel, that I covet most dearly:
Explication defies mere word, yet through mine eyes, it doth obviate;
Once you attain privity to same, then only shall you appreciate
All that you truly mean-both, to and for me-
A truly foreign sensation-I am humbled before thee!
One day, your grace shall inherit its beatitude-
Your love in return shall be proper gratitude;
I seeketh thee, only because I simply must,
At last, I found the one, in which I may entrust
My mind, my heart and indeed, my soul-
The one whose virtues, my whole life I shall extol!
One day, your 'distance' shall surely wither and wane,
Then, and evermore, a want for love, you could ne'er feign!
Maurice Harris,28 January 2010
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With Arms Wide Open
My mind, rife with moments yet to be;
Your absence, I shan't allow to get to me;
My heart, it's lacking again, after a brief respite
From the vigil it has pulled for my beloved, despite
The miles betwixt and with time itself not allaying
Any dolor I may have-though, its needs I am obeying!
My eyes have seen a glory, so now I know it's real;
My soul's capture is complete, it's reality I can feel;
My arms long to nestle thee-I, remiss, for not
Making allowance of your desire, to have-I ought!
WIth arms wide open, I welcome your return;
All the love you need have, sikerly, I shall earn;
Our future shall be written, upon the shoulders of ardor-
This is but the natural order, with which we shan't barter!
Maurice Harris,15 March 2010
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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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May...
May the Sun continue to gather upon you;
May the light of the Moon be count upon too,
To lead your way, should you need its guide;
May all your wants and needs, find provide!
May flowers continue bloom, more beauteous;
May Heaven's calling bear on still, as duteous!
May nature's madrigal sustain its opus, melodious-
May too, your heart brim with love, yet remain commodious!
May smiles be with you all the time;
May all of your laughter be genuine;
May your heart be gladdened-your soul, uplifted-
For this-and so much more, to me, you have gifted!
May you know without equivocation, this one verity-
You are my soul's solitary compeer-beautiful in its clarity!
Maurice Harris,1 May 2010
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I Am Now A Man Of God
As I sit in Starbucks, down the street from my new home-
And as I allow my thoughts to wander and roam
From Your Reality-as a means of explication-
I am reminded of one salient connection,
With which I have struggled, my entire Existence:
Your Plan cannot be explicated or rationalized!
It took an Angel, who has watched all of THIS from afar-
Who induced out of me-Your Bright, Shining Star-
Acceptance of, and an embrace of, one fact:
No one but You, Heavenly Father, is responsible for one single act
Of compassion, understanding, love, or strength, now gifted to me-
It is I, and I alone, with a heart uplifted, who sees
The very Hand of God, now gifting my dreams;
It is my Gift from You, for the Faith I have shown,
As I suffered indignities, that most have never known-
Not even I may explicate the Wonder of what my life seems!
-Maurice Harris,27 January 2012
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Blessed Be Thy Grace
The stranger inside of you affects each of us every day,
Falsity is her name, from her you must stray!
She took from us all we have ever loved and more,
Ask must you now- why, what for?
That fateful day so long now ago removed by time,
Was but the start of purpose for this rhyme!
Taken from reality- to surreal and bizarre,
Asked I have a thousand times- how did your mind wander so far! ?
It has cost me so much more than mere days or weeks,
Listen now my love to heart and the torment it speaks!
Ache it does for your presence restored,
Blessed be thy grace- blessed be thy Lord!
Ever present within my heart- as always,
Is your love, to comfort and strengthen- there it stays!
Maurice Harris,27 March 2008
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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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The Proposal
I shall be your everything, as you are for me;
How do I propose to do this, how might this be?
My beloved, precious Angel, my intentions I shall share
As to how I may endeavor to do this, or yet, even dare!
Foremost, I shall be your heart's e'er vigilant guardian
As you are for me, and e'er shall be, my gift, Empyrean!
Naught is there to draw compare to thee, not ever-
None shall ever come betwixt we two, nor surely, sever
The alliance mine own heart has with thine own mind,
Nor sikerly, contrariwise-each pairing amorously intertwined!
Your every thought, I shall be, due my allegiance of cause-
As you sleep, when you are awake, when busy, as you take pause!
It is my heart's solemn duty, to provide reason, copious
For your heart to brim with emotion, yet remain commodious!
Ne'er shall you need want for any fashion of love or attention,
With every moment, witness again, we shall, its ascension;
As each day passes to the morrow, again it is duplicate-
Our hearts, a symbiotic, pairing, always tending to ameliorate!
Your wants shall be wants of my own, surely you feel the same-
My heart and soul have been thieved, you are amorously, to blame!
Without thee, ne'er could I even make cause to respire,
For you are the solitary source of my mind's true admire!
All I shall be, for thee: your heart's loyal protector, your confidant,
Most trusted friend, your calm in the storm, your duteous appreciant,
The world shall behold the beauty that hath captivated my heart,
All shall revel, as I, in all the glory and resplendence you do impart!
Remiss would I be, if but one single moment lain waste
Whence I celebrated not, the beautificence therein graced!
Maurice Harris,24 November 2009
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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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