Ebb And Flow
Emotions, like the ocean's tides, do ebb and flow;
One thing, however, will ne'er, from my heart, go:
Your deceit is causal to the lament I carry with me every day-
No matter of time, nor distance, shall e'er see this fade away!
Like none other has, or even could, you have absconded with my all;
Not shall I waiver or wane in my righteous battle, nor may this pall
From what I simply must do, for that which is far more important than I-
Until they are again with me, I shall wish for same, each and every nigh!
Your fate saddens me a great deal, yet it was of your own design-
Yet, there are consequences and repercussions for own malign!
I regret no longer what must surely come now, for you-
What you have done is inexcusable, no repent am I due!
May there only be for you, only what you know to be just;
May you find the humility you need, to learn the lessons you must!
Maurice Harris,10 December 2009
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To Support And Defend
Unwillingly wading, as I am, in a sea of discontent,
As though I have not a home, awaiting the latest torment;
All hath been absconded-to include 'rights', guaranteed-
Where is my aegis whence I am in need?
To think, I placed myself into 'harm's way'
To help ensure we all remain free every day;
Yet, all the ideals for which I have fought
Seem to stand 'mute'-are they all for naught?
I hold now before you, that upon which you've tread-
Lest you believe otherwise, nothing may stand in its stead:
I have sworn 'to support and defend'-
To my charge, I am steadfast, to my bitter end!
Your day of reckoning shall come surely, fast;
Lessons shall be taught-hopefully, to last
Long after I am gone, for posterity's sake-
I shall do whatever it may take!
To say I am heart-broken is not nearly to understand;
I simply do as my lofty beliefs unwaveringly command:
I shan't allow your ignorance and malice to reign,
You have been causal to a great deal of pain!
Not just whence I am the one concerned-
For far too many, a resplendence has withered!
Take this as heed, that a gauntlet hath been dropped-
I revel not in this role- yet, your depravity hath ne'er stopped!
Ne'er shall I accept this injustice, this cancer-
All those responsible for such, shall be called to answer!
Ne'er shall I bow down and simply take what you have doled,
It is you, for whom the bell has tolled!
Maurice Harris,19 June 2010
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Until You Are Near
Though I would wait an eternity,
I know each day would be agony;
No amount of time, nor distance
Can serve to extinguish my resistance
To this doubt, that lingers every day:
When shall I see you again, I may never say,
Nor might I affect same, in any way-
I am now under the control of others' sway!
My acquiesence they shall ne'er gain,
Nor shall my righteous indignation wane,
In the face of this most egregious crime-
No manner of distance, no matter of time
May ever serve to end this anguish, -
Until you are near, this Father's heart shall languish!
-Maurice Harris,2 July 2011
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Love Doth Persist as Time Doth Wend
Love doth persist as time doth wend,
Omnipresent and efficacious, all doth portend!
No longer fantastic, nor made but in dream-
Though real, a wraith it still doth seem!
Presence without, still not to matter
Mere thought of thee: my heart, pitter-patter!
You are desired yet, though you are not near-
It clements compassion to know you reside here!
Bereft of sentiment am I, more pure-
Than to opine that, by you, I am enraptured!
Time shall doth not belie this fact of most import:
I am not plenary unless with you I do consort!
Ne'er to wither, surely ne'er to wane-
A love as this- surely to ne'er come again!
Maurice Harris,4 December 2008
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My Fate
Surely many concerned have bothered not, sleuth:
Time shall allow all who doubt be shown the truth!
My fate now rests with you, my Lord-
'Shall my suffering continue as has been,
Or shall my faith in You gain reward;
If not, when will my righteous struggle end? '
I present not with you false appearance:
Though I do not gather your design full,
I question not your purposive omniscience!
Alas, I defend daily against doubt's pull!
No matter the result, dutiful I shall remain!
If You answer but one prayer I may make-
Grant me consort with my daughters again:
This would make worth of all my heartache!
Maurice Harris,25 September 2009
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The Genesis Of My Tears
Time doth pass, yet, in this place, my heart stays-
I shall knoweth true, your grace, one of these days!
You may not hear my mournful call to you, each and every night,
Know still my precious Angel, I shall again have you within my sight!
No matter of impediment, no means of quasi-official bias,
Shall keepeth thee from thine own thoughts, alas, they do try us!
Many a sorrowful, solitary nox, I have wept, for thee
To be within my humbled sight, and near to me-
Sikerly, still I shall, for all nights yet to come,
Until such time as this 'scourge' shall succumb
To mine own heart's dogged persistence
And mine own faith's steadfast resistance
To what is now, and has been for years-
The cause of my heartache and genesis of my tears!
Not doth there exist, a reason, nor any rhyme
To have taken from us, all this precious time-
Many loathsome ones have been causal, this heartache,
Many still, shall stand witness-my will shan't ever break!
One cause, one single-minded purpose, have I,
One of far more import than could I explicate, or even try-
For, mine own heart was ripped, nearly to shred
Upon that woeful day, when honor lay, nearly dead-
Yet, arise hath it, from the proverbial ashes, indeed stronger,
To wage a righteous battle, ne'er caring for how much longer-
Know this my beloved: nothing, nor anyone may find success
Should they come betwixt me and what is your loveliness-
I shall endeavor, if need be, until my last, dying breath,
To put, once and for all-for evermore, this iniquity, to death!
Maurice Harris,20 December 2009
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Saddened Am I To Contemplate
An abundance of flawed reasoning and illogical thought;
That is what to that day and since, you have brought!
To admit this though is to invite fault your own,
Ne'er have you had humility enough to yourself, cast a stone!
Whether admittance to such you have, or not
Given facts as they are, much regret and shame you ought!
An unceremonious fall from grace to be sure-
Nothing though that forced repentance can't cure!
Empowered has your deceit and false posit been
By those carelessly given power, they do pretend
Their's to be a righteous stand,
Though not does our ultimate judge, this command!
Saddened am I to comtemplate
That I hold court over your fate!
Maurice Harris,29 June 2008
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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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Father's Day, Forlorn (2010)
Perhaps your beatitude has naught as rival, I possess no way of knowing;
Perhaps my interminable pride is still not enough, though, I possess no way of showing
You, nor any amongst you, my unconditional, seemingly invisible-paternal pride!
It has been many a long, loathsome day since your grace, last, I eyed! !
I know not sentiment, proper-to explicate your absence-
Unwillingly absquatulated hath been your exquisite quintessence!
There exists no form of recompense, nor means of redress, to which I am amenable-
What hath been absconded marries not with amends, it is quite simply untenable!
A glory lives and breathes, yet I may not, in this resplendence, bask;
The unendurable lament of my grieving heart is impossible to mask!
From the day that I did last sight thee, I have held out hope
That one day, not so far from this, I will see you again-so that I may cope!
One day, your beautificence shall no longer, from me, be hidden-
Then and only shall this pall that exists, be lifted, and from us, ridden!
Maurice Harris,12 June 2010
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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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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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He Hath Given Me Knowledge
'Behold, He hath heard my cry by day,
And He hath given me knowledge by visions in the night time.'*
He hath too ensured a test of my faith, by way
Of separation from the object of my adorement, until the right time!
Were I left to my own devices, I would surely fail;
Because He loves me so very much, my Heavenly Father saw to avail
Me with the requisite strength of mind and faith of heart
To bide with patience, and await my true love's impart.
I would bide forever, if but rewarded with one day;
No matter of time, nor of distance, could cause my faith's allay;
I do not let doubt be; I carry not, worry;
I covet not, more devoutly; I need not, hurry;
Where and when He is assured that we are prime-
Then and only then, shall it be the right time!
*Book of Mormon,2 Nephi, Ch.4
-Maurice Harris,10 December 2010
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My Beloved
My beloved, if but only you could see,
The depths of my heart's glorious emotion:
More vast surely than the largest ocean
It is my compass, leading me to thee!
Need not any to explicate my feelings, myriad-
Kizmet proffered you, for my life's love
Surely, my Angel you are, from above:
This is truth, sans even petty doubt-period!
Replete am I, with thee by mine own side,
Walking through life together, I for you, you for me-
Nary could I contemplate that it could even be,
Alas, we are here for each to love and to guide!
If peer you could, you would surely my heart's depth,
No longer proprietor of such, for by you it is kept!
Maurice Harris,10 March 2009
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Come With Me, My Beloved
Your smile: brighter than a thousand suns;
Will it answer each time my heart beckons?
Your eyes: more telling than a thousand epic tales;
Will they see the love I have for thee, and see it prevails?
Your heart: more giving than a thousand philanthropists;
Will it allow for its own guard, lest you shall be remiss?
Your soul: the mate to mine own, evidenced from our genesis;
Will you allow for its rebirth, as I, honoring our mutual symbiosis?
E'er I endeavor, still yet, I shan't explicate more vividly than to say-
I do so adore thee, surely more than words, and shall more, each day!
Ne'er could I have gathered such awe-inspiring emotions as these,
My mind hath affirmed its verity, and my heart surely agrees!
Come with me, my beloved-our wondrous world, true, doth await-
I shall love thee more, each day more than the last, without abate!
Maurice Harris,13 December 2009
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My Spiritual Regain
Think not my absence, as apathy's verity-
When the same is but a memory to lament,
Supplanted by the consort of my aspiration's futurity,
You are sure to forget what is now most prescient;
Though the pain we both now feel seems everlasting,
'This too shall pass', with the passage of time;
Gone too shall surely be the pall same is casting
Upon us now-this itself, a most egregious crime!
I look to this much-aspired future with great hope;
More than a mere goal that I wish to attain,
It is the very means by which I now cope
With losses too numerous to count and my grievous pain;
This journey is sure to be long, as great is its scope-
Yet, it is necessary to ensure my Spiritual Regain!
-Maurice Harris,28 January 2011
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Whence It Happens Upon You
Whence it happens upon you, powerless are you to resist-
Omniscient, not am I, but surely knowest do I, this:
Acceptance and obligation are but your only recourse,
This philosophy is what my heart would have me endorse!
We believe we are the masters of our own fate,
Speak this to my soul, as my destiny I await!
Tell my captured heart that it is free to choose,
Surely this would only serve but to bemuse!
Naught is there for such, to allow for my recusal
Remiss too, without mention- my heart's steadfast refusal!
Alas, men have engaged in war for its kind:
For now, my amity is free, no longer confined!
In retrospection, ponderance of life as was before,
Becomes obligation owed, to so much more!
Maurice Harris,26 March 2009
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Where Would I Be...?
One day, long, long ago, I dreamt a most beauteous dream!
Though aspiration I know it was, veridical it still doth seem!
Though this be not the part that is most awe-inspiring;
That is reserved for this beauty I am now still admiring!
No departure may be made betwixt reality and semblance,
This verity is the call of my heart, as proof-my adamance!
Nary could one doubt the veracity of such emotions,
Immune to the passage of time, the largest of oceans;
Ne'er to weaken nor wither, nor surely to wane-
Any thought of such, my heart shall ne'er entertain!
What was once but a beauteous dream, now so much more-
I now make consort with the 'dream' I do so much, adore!
That which inspires true awe, may ne'er be torn asunder-
Where would I be if my world were without this wonder?
Maurice Harris,26 August 2009
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Find Now Your Heart, Allow Its Healing
Doth this monster you have become bear a conscience?
Do you not possess means for how to end this?
For you shall carry with you much shame, remorse-
Allow yourself to release it though, over time's course!
Still do believe that your path be righteous?
Or, do you concede perhaps, there be vengeance?
Either way, love, must you allow its leave-
For it to not linger, all effort must be to heave!
Apologies are easy, not though, to swallow pride-
Self-guilt, which you must possess-a lonesome ride!
Find now your heart, allow its healing:
Restore now its capacity for love and feeling!
When there exists, a time, a place-
All else may be sent away, erased!
Maurice Harris,20 December 2007
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A Love, As Our's, Shan't There Be Compare
I shall love thee at all times, and in ways, innumerable-
My love for thee shall be without precedent-incalculable!
I shall love thee, at times e'en despite yourself;
Most gracious and giving may I be, owing to my heart's melt!
Though deserving of it, at times, debateable
You are solely causal for my heart, so stable!
Ne'er again shall I be without your love;
Ne'er again shall thee need want for wonderful thoughts of!
My love for thee can and shall have caused movement of mountains;
Causal it has been to the crossing of most vast of oceans!
Nary an impediment may be placed betwixt,
My love, surely e'en my broken heart may be fixed!
A love, as ours, shan't there be compare;
Amazedly gaze, do all others, fixed be their glare!
Maurice Harris,31 December 2007
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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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Learning, Virtue And Piety
My truth shall echo through all those you have infected;
At last, the wrong you have made shall be corrected;
Shame should fill thy heart with each passing day,
Your lies fade with your resolve, yet my truth doth stay!
All the help in the world will not-
All the time in the world shall not-
Aid you in your shameful ruse,
As it's deceit, the path you did choose!
Fate has given me great responsibility and power-
I shall fail not, as you, in my finest hour!
I value truth, more than you could e'er know,
It shall determine whether you stay or 'go'!
Learning, Virtue and Piety-my Alma Mater's Triple Crown;
These precepts lift me up after your deceit had knocked me down!
Maurice Harris,3 August 2008
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