Fashion Me As Your Truth
I wonder what the Fates have in store for us! ? !
Shall we cede to a marriage, the glory now before us! ? !
My life hath traversed it all, yet hath come back around-
To now stand again, in wide wonder, of the joy we have found!
Still, its verity escapes me fully, is this amative yet a wraith! ? !
The answer is on time's horizon, we now faithfully wait!
All I ask of thee: your heart's untethered, veridical tale-
I shall endeavor, contrariwise, to allow my heart's avail!
If but one offer is made, make it thus, I do implore;
You should ne'er be made to want either, forevermore!
Truth of heart and truth of sentiment-one and the same;
Truth should not be mysterious, nor, truth, only in name!
Fashion me as your truth, requited-as I shall, oppositely-
Then only, shall our love alter our life-most gloriously!
Maurice Harris,20 March 2010
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Embrace The Ardor
I thought I had it all finally figured out;
Perhaps I am now afeared, in the form of doubt!
I would wait 1,000 years-even more, for this chance-
To truly offer thee a life-long, wholly committed, romance!
Though, I may not e'er, should you not allow
Me to act upon what it is my heart doth avow!
Your concern hath more import than of self, same-
I should want always, to provide what my heart doth proclaim!
I make no attestation without first, much assurance-
Such hath been the same concerning my adamance;
I am bound by only one inescapable, incontrovertible truth-
I love you more than life itself-lo, this you need not sleuth;
Ask of yourself whether reason may cause you to find any other conclusion-
For if any man e'er knew the true desires of his own heart, it is I-it's no illusion!
Embrace the ardor I see need to offer; Accept, in time, my heart and soul's proffer;
Allow release, through wend of time, your heart-which you now so fiercely coffer!
I have prophesized mine own felicity, now I await thee to provide for its authenticity-
For but only may it ever come to be, whence we are both equal in our complicity!
As now, we may be settled that it is not; I await thee, to ensure, up, thou art caught! !
Awaiting us is all that for which we have sought; To allow this glory's fleeting, I can not!
Maurice Harris,17 May 2010
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The Honest Truth
the truth is i love you
the truth is i always dream of you at night
the truth is i do my best to hide it from you
the truth is the future is blank without you
the truth is i am hurting
the truth is i am scared
i am scared how i pretend in front of everyone
the truth is a cannot tell anyone of this
the truth is i cannot even tell you
then it starts to hurt even more
the truth is i'm scared to tell you
the truth is you might be scared to break her heart
the truth is i'm scared you might love me too
the truth is i am not happy
the truth is i don't feel the love i want
the truth is i want to be loved by you only
the truth is you're too blind to see
the truth is you might not believe me if i told you
the truth is you might be scared of it
the truth is the emotional distance kills me
the truth is being close to you makes it worse
should i tell you this truth?
would you believe this truth?
the truth....the truth....the truth...
i'm the only one who knows the
and this truth hurts
because the truth is i love you
the truth is i love you
the truth is i still love you....
03 August 2010
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He Is The Light
'He is the light and the life of the world;
Yea, a light that is endless, that can never be darkened; ' *
His message hath, unto me, been unfurled-
I am ever-grateful for the Word He hath harkened!
His Truth is unassailable, no proof is needed;
The Scriptures are the Gospel that I have faithfully heeded;
Be this known, from this day forward:
He is the Truth that I always reach toward-
Mine is an imperfect stroll, toward His Perfect Path,
Yet, to attain all I may, I seek The Truth He hath!
Ne'er to be attained, perfection is still always the goal-
I reach for this place with all my soul;
With His Benevolent Consult, may I grow e'er nearer;
Through His Omniscience, may my Path grow e'er clearer!
*The Book of Mormon: Mosiah 17
-Maurice Harris,28 November 2010
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Purely Metaphysical-Letters to a Consciousness Waiting in Waste Letter X
Suffering made a brief visit in my life early this morning.
Instead of finding you last night I was found by another. She would not compete.
However mistakes had to be made in order for me to grow to the next realisation of truth.
Truth that I love you and no other.
Truth that you live and grow in my heart.
Truth that you are always in my thoughts.
Truth that I must tell you how I feel.
More and more, I grow courageous enough to express my compassion for you.
Truth is to live my life with you, freely and forever.
I will never hurt truth.
I will live and love truth.
I will know, understand and believe truth.
I will do everything I can to let you know truth.
I will not fear truth.
If you reject me, I will still love.
If you accept me, we will become love.
The truth of love
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
When A Man Loves A Woman
When a man loves a woman, there is nothing he won't do;
He is vested with the strength to move mountains-it's true!
Whence found, true love allows that all his actions be toward one goal-
All a man truly wants is the one magical mate for his all-too-mysterious soul!
Promise a man your heart, you will get his and so very much more, in return;
His whole life shall become a duteous devotion to you and all with which you concern!
Share with a man your beauty and he will prove its might-even to you, though you disbelieve;
Share with this man your life-its magnificence shall be far more than either could ever conceive!
When a woman loves a man, there are no bounds to her steadfast devotion-
It will stand the test of time itself and see its way, even across the largest ocean!
From her heart comes her truth, his only choice-its obliged and humble acceptance;
He shall offer all he may as recompense, yet, it shall always seem a pittance!
Where there is love, truth, beauty and wisdom abound;
When there is love, its power and resplendence doth truly astound!
Maurice Harris,8 May 2010
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The Only Gift
Say not a word, if it be not truth, in whole;
Have not a thought, should you you not this, extol:
That, above all, truth be of paramount importance,
And should never be subjugated to any indulgence
Of selfish endeavor, for even a time, brief-
As same shall surely cause another, grief;
Deceit begets more of same, as a spiral
And causes pain as any form of viral
Cancer may-and it is as real as they may be-
Though, the effects perhaps, only the afflicted may see!
Justice means truth, so deceit is akin to iniquity;
Truth is His Way, and fallacy is not-this simplicity
Is the only rule by which any need, live
A righteous life-the only gift He expects you to give!
-Maurice Harris,11 march 2012
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The Call I Never Heeded
Methinks, perhaps you are the call I never heeded;
Perchance not too, more than all I ever needed-
At a time when I longed so much for same,
God sent me an Empyrean gift, upon which He did proclaim:
'I have watched over thee with pride, all of your days
My child, as you are most deserving of such!
I have done same with still another, due great praise-
You hath been made to consort with one another-as much
There is, for one to offer the other, and same, contrariwise-
Soon, both of you shall be privy to a love none could disguise!
Always shall thee have cause to celebrate cheerfully-
Not shall thee have cause to look upon this at all, fearfully!
This is but meant to inspire in you, the utmost regard
For all that is beauteous and fair-to serve as your guard
Against doubt that true felicity is all but impossible-
To bear witness that it is here, now with thee-not implausible! '
Doubt not that which hath given no cause for same,
Hold not liable those, whence others are to blame!
Question not a glory due another glory's fleeting-
Our's is a glory of its own, as surely as my heart is now beating!
Frangible, I know thou heart to be;
Import of its guard, you needn't impart to me-
I know now, and have always had privity
To the affairs of mine own heart and its emotivity;
My own beatitude depends upon that of my soul's mate-
Should there now be any doubt, I ask time to abate!
Maurice Harris,16 May 2010
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Help This Angel To See (A Prayer-In Iambic Pentameter)
Mighty miracles created from wraith-
All it takes is just a little faith;
I have the same, and so very much more-
What then, may I, one fine day, have in store?
I know not with surety, but this much:
Amongst my most ardent desires, as such,
There is an Angel, with which I wish consort-
I pray same-thusly, to Him, I'd exhort:
'I have asked naught of Thee, yet I ask now-
Grant me this one wish, I need not ask how
Or why You'd proffer this Angel to me,
Only that You help this Angel, to see
The Truth in her own heart, and that in mine:
A Truth our hearts may no longer confine! '
-Maurice Harris,28 January 2011
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With No Escapes From It To Exit
There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Want to Be True
I don't want to be clever or witty or wise
I just want to be true.
Truth?
Truth was us when, inside me, you looked into my eyes and found my love,
Truth was us when we laughed and played,
Truth was us when you cared too much for me to make love to me,
Truth was us, when knowing me, you were brave in your words and helped me be true.
Truth?
Truth was your tenderness, your joy, your heart.
Truth was my surrender, my giving, my happiness.
Truth was your love, was my love, was the love we created between us.
The truth was our honesty and ease.
Truth?
Truth is the emptiness I feel at my loss of you,
Truth is my naïve hope, all present, that you will come to me,
Truth is the pain at night while I grieve for you,
Truth is my smile and my love playing the memories.
Truth is this moment, the now, the present.
The truth is I had something more than wonderful, and I can't have it anymore.
The truth is I so wish I was with you.
Truth?
So many truths?
I will be true in the moment. x
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Truth-More Profound Than Is Love
Truth-more profound than Is Love:
Paramount for the former to be, ever-
Naught shall there be placed above,
Ne'er be there cause from which to sever!
All of virtue and value do, from such, emanate!
Nothing is real without it's presence, replete-
Love is not love, this verity should obviate!
If not, both are not each, yet are deceit!
If but proffered a choice, I choose truth-
Alas, if not, you have but neither!
Certainty lain in this, not must I sleuth,
For I choose both, but truth, if either!
All is ameliorate when offered as veracious-
I now own both, for such, I am most fortuitous!
Maurice Harris,30 March 2009
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Her Ardor
I believe in, yet know not how to accept, her ardor-
This is my mind's and heart's conflicted barter;
My mind says: 'surely, truth hath been spoken-
Her soul, lain bare to me, ne'er merely token! '
My heart says: 'surely, this may not be real-
Yet, she relays what her heart doth truly feel! ? '
Not once in my life have I been so tender-
Until God shone upon me again, her splendor!
At times, I am in awe, others, in disbelief-
Either way, my heart purloined-she, its thief!
Each solitary nox, as I lie down, to sleep,
I thank God: 'Heavenly Father, allow me to keep
This love she offers me-e'er allow that it be earned-
Assured Thee must be, it will be likewise returned! '
Maurice Harris,5 May 2010
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Truth Is Wealth
Truth is power, truth is true wealth,
Truth is unequalled ultimate strength,
Truth makes soul its own king
And makes the angels in heaven sing,
Truth is joy, truth is sunshine,
Truth is heart's pristine sheen.
Truth is true friend if we side with it,
And the deadliest foe while stand against it,
Truth strikes terror in law-breakers' heart
And shakes those hearts that go short of it,
For truth is all, truth is tall,
No noble soul ever refrains from its call.
Truth is might, truth is true light,
Truth is the path always is right.
poem by Pratheek Praveen
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My Amorous Invitation
Do you really love me? Well, that remains to be seen;
The answer lies in your actions, they will reveal what you mean
When you say: 'I love you'-I pray its your heart's verity!
Contrariwise, my love for thee needs no further clarity,
I know of its truth because my heart tells me;
Perhaps you and your's concur in your statements veracity-
I cannot be sure, so I bide for further assurance,
As much does, indeed, ride upon your avowance!
Be forewarned though, allow not, my outward appearance,
To otherwise belie my heart's inward vulnerability;
It has been hurt, and needs to balance
The need for love, with its own fragility!
I trust your that words were preceded by much mentation-
As were mine, before I extended my amorous invitation!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Easter,2008
All alone I lie, in contemplation,
Not do I know my life's next destination!
All that I have ever truly loved-taken away-
Lo, that wretched Veteran's Day! !
Easter has arrived, as though to hasten in new life-
But, before that may be-you must rid yourself of inner strife!
I, in my heart, know the truth of that day,
Thoughts of anything other, sheer absurdity, i must say!
I love completely, with all I am, my family most beauteous,
Look though, what a moment of fear did to us!
Love you not less, for succumbing to fear,
Though, thought not did you, to keep truth near!
Whatever may happen, my love for you never left,
Ne'er could I leave thee wanting, or bereft!
Maurice Harris,23 March 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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She Is My Heavenly Proffer
Perhaps once in thine own life, if truly fortuitous,
Ye shall gain privity to a beauty, as I, whose glorious
Resplendence shines-as a beacon, through all my hours-
A beauty so rarified it doth astound and overpowers
The senses at times! Though she doth dwell many a mile
From whence I am, still, I am greeted at all times-by her smile!
Should my life's flame be doused, right here and now,
I shan't have cause to aspire further-as this I avow:
I have glimpsed Heaven-in her eyes, it doth reside-
Not to speak slight of the Empyrean Kingdom, nor deride;
I have seen her truth, and simply must, to it, attest;
She is cause for me to know, I am most and truly blessed!
No matter of love or affection shall serve to suffice-no, not nearly;
Nothing shall ever be proper grace for the one I love most dearly!
My life until now hath been wanton of a love worthy of what I have to offer-
No longer need I search for same, obligation owed to God's greatest proffer!
Our consort was a divine providence, of this, you may be assured;
My soul hath now its compeer; My heart's everlasting guard, secured!
I must see this glory e'er closer still-to this end, I shall do what I must;
All my hopes and dreams-all the faith I have in my heart-to her, I do entrust!
'Lord, as Thou hast given unto me, this magnificent, glorious covenant,
I shall endeavor dutifully to pay it proper honor, as I remain allegiant! '
My amorous wonderment knows not bound, whence she is concerned-
For she doth embody all that for which my life, entire, I have yearned!
As this singularly magnificent night gives way to the dawn of a new day,
There is but one truth I know and shall endeavor evermore, to convey:
She is my Heavenly proffer, given unto me as proof of His divine inspiration-
She-the solitary source of my mind, heart and soul's panoply of elation!
Maurice Harris,24 May 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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My Beloved's Ardor
One day, not so long since passed, I heard those words, three-
I knew then and there, I had gained my beloved's ardor, truly!
It is I that she doth adore, she did share with me, the same;
As my heart surely hath been thieved-so too her's-I, amorously to blame!
Sikerly I know what the proffer of her heart doth truly mean-
To covet and honor this calling shall I; No finer glory hath my mind's eye e'er seen!
Two worlds of wonder, each universally unique,
Hath once again come together and do seek
What assuredly is the solitary mate for each other's soul,
Looking to reunite with their hearts, which the other stole!
I have seen and do attest to its Empyrean truth;
To agnize like, you need not seek attestation nor even sleuth!
As water seeks its own level, so too doth love, indeed;
Once a love's true compeer hath been met, it must accede!
Maurice Harris,23 May 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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As The Ethereal Winds...
As the ethereal winds do guide us in our lives-
So too do we find ourselves in places we have never before seen!
Allow your life, as your heart thrives,
To give back the felicity-the way it had been!
Life is about what is true and what is real-
Love, about what it is that your heart doth feel!
Why was it not enough, for you to be content?
How could you treat your love with criminal intent?
Live your life, as you asked that I live mine-
Trust and truth, if used, would have made us fine!
Healing will come swiftly, if you allow these in;
I will stand by you faithfully, until the bitter end!
Sacrifice your pride, you must, to remain free-
To now be cognizant of all you refused then, to see!
Maurice Harris,4 May 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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