Her Secret!
Long too forgotten, or so too should have been;
Not so though-mistrust abounded, now I am imprisoned!
Ne'er a thought, entered, nor an action, taken
Supportive of your fear, though still, me, you have forsaken!
Love never passes, for this is our test of time;
Sorrow and consequence are not just mine!
Stories were told, yet truth did emerge-
Banish did we, this horrific scourge!
Cursed by my Father,
Punishment for me, from many, other!
Needed we did each other, more then, than ever,
A love made immemorial; healing, not severed!
Wherever we are taken, from this place to another,
Always and ever am I her Father, and you, her Mother!
Reacted you did, to what you felt, wrong as it may be-
Truth emerged and set us apart, learned surely did we!
Hopeful I am in Justice, to put the past to rest;
At times, there are moments, we shall never forget, lest!
Learned are we now, of all consideration-
Wanton are we now for glimpses of our former infatuation!
Lonesome heart, wanton of vengeance or truth's gleam?
Please understand, my love, not always are things as they may seem!
Dying inside never needing not more
Than your hand in mutual understanding
Ever is this, ever is my heart, more demanding;
Ever encompassing, my heart, with those I do adore!
Maurice Harris,30 November 2007
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A Father's Prayer
A Father's prayer...but to be with his ladies, unseen:
To see and aid them as they e'er too rapidly, grow;
Not a greater pleasure and honor in my life, will I know!
Has it been forever, since last I have seen?
A monster, named fear, took me away,
As though a death sentence to me each day!
All was tried, to rationalize actions taken,
Left was I: forlorn, heart-broken and forsaken!
I am the antithesis of all that about me, was said;
If there be truth inherent-wish myself would I, dead!
I have been asked to pay for crimes, not my own,
For others though, I have indeed penance, atoned!
All I have ever asked, was for the truth to emerge-
Surely it has indeed-soon to remove us from this scourge!
Maurice Harris,8 March 2008
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God, Himself, Opines To You...
God, Himself, opines to you, as I pen this;
Your truth, for all inherent, to emerge within this!
Willest thou allow this miscarriage of justice?
Or, rather, willest thou correct, as you must, this?
Your duty, what you were supposed to do, find truth!
Your duty, too, to allow healing of your decision, uncouth!
Not though did you, at the cost of my freedom, my life;
Naught was done, by me, to cause upon you, this strife!
A Father is taken from his Daughters, not is this fair;
A best friend's want to to help heal you, I hope you are now there!
'The love of your life' made to pay for others' crimes;
Nothing can be done though, to silence truth in my rhymes!
Remember you must, how you really 'feel',
That is the only way that you will really heal!
Maurice Harris,16 December 2007
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Eternal Elucidations
Compassion, in the guise of true justice:
What is meant to be, what is righteous! ?
Where is it that I am meant to be, more import, ne'er seen?
Emplaced now here- a place not fit for me, awaiting
Truth, as it only shall set me free, in all ways and senses,
Truer sight shall meet us-as though truth's own lenses!
My day shall come-my new cometh, my awakening finally near;
Your day too, accept and learn from it, there is no need to fear!
Meant was I, not to be here, in more ways than literal-
Meant too, to be with you, all my life, littoral!
Freedom-such an effusion of emotion, still yet, I've earned;
My heart aches for thee, from this day to those first yearned!
Sorrow is not enough to ease my tumult, my pain;
Regret is made bittersweet as you surely shall see gain!
Leave not me alone, to face here your demon-
Be brave my love, face it we shall, together, as a team, and
Behind us we shall leave it, from now and e'er gone!
Healing for we, our family, comes from closing hates door;
Motivation given from truth-not less, nothing more-
Always, ever here, in my heart, tells of its import!
Take what be needed from our past, together;
Build now from here on, each our own forever!
Allow truth's emergence, there at our genesis,
Ever nearer shall I then be, to enable forgiveness!
Listen now, to reason, to all those around-
Not to demon's voices, espousing not what abounds!
Begone all nightmares, live not again in any fashion,
So I may walk away from regret, allowing compassion!
Maurice Harris,1 December 2007
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The Peace I Seek
The peace I seek is not in time, nor space-
It is in this Father's contented soul, that will replace
The anguish I have felt for so very long;
This torment weakens a heart once so very strong-
Naught may be done to rid me of this pain
That I have not tried again and again.
My mission has been foretold and is Divinely Ordained,
Though my path has been muddled, my Faith has never waned!
To say that I am heart-broken though, only tells half the story:
I have seen with mine own eyes, its power and glory.
Words may not explicate the true depths of my sorrow,
Nor will they meet with reasoned understanding by tomorrow.
All that in which I once truly, ardently believed
Has been stolen from me-I was maliciously deceived,
Both by those I trusted, and by ideals such as truth and justice;
In a world where both are decided by those who bow to cowardice,
Deceit and thievery have been richly rewarded;
Though I fought bravely for same, I have not been afforded
One single, God-given right, supposedly 'guaranteed' for me.
I have bled for these rights-who bleeds for me?
How does this idealist reckon with his bitter duality?
I once held the vision and the dream, close before me.
How could I be so naive-as if my love could also adore me! ?
When given a choice, the meek shall indeed inherit the Earth!
I do not bow to cowardice, because I know truth and all it is worth.
It could be said that I have nothing,
Yet, in truth, I possess everything,
Because I have truth and courage, and that's all I need!
This is the message He wishes I heed:
The only things freely given, are of love born;
That absconded from us, we are allowed to mourn,
Yet, shan't cede to do contrariwise in return-
The truth is the only thing that we can ever truly discern!
-Maurice Harris,27 June 2012
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To Me, A Mystery
In some ways you choose to remain, to me, a mystery-
Wonder do I at thought of such: 'why...what for? '
Alas, the more I know about you-I love you more!
Know do I too, not is it I you fear, but your pain's 'history'!
You must know this though my bonnie lass:
Nary can cause repeat of hurt for you, being my cause-
Thought surely of my requited love enough to give pause!
In return, I offer you stewardship of my heart, made of glass!
Replete am I, heart and soul, with you in my embrace-
Harm shall ne'er come to you as long as I am alive,
To be the Prince worthy of my Princess, is what for I shall strive:
Wanton of naught in return, but witness to your grace!
The fates surely have been kind to me in their erudition:
To recompense their faith in us, I shall make my life's mission!
Maurice Harris,16 November 2008
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Justice' Is What Shall End Our Strife
Hastily removed from my world was I indeed!
Little knowledge had I of your fall from truth,
When most needed of such- though it was deceit you did choose!
Wanton of belief, then truth is what you did need!
Have you gone through any of what you said?
Did you think about that as you wished me dead?
What of the girls and being for them an example! ?
Reason I have for revenge- yet love is still ample!
You have left yourself no choice at all,
How to recover your grace after the fall!
Call it an ultimatum, I would call it fate
From heightened paranoia, to again reality's state!
Without thought, you relegated the love of your life-
'Justice' is what shall end our strife!
Maurice Harris,16 April 2008
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This Ardor Is My Strength
I met my love as a child, afeared and unaware;
Now I see that my love has always been right 'there'-
I loved her then and I love her evermore, still-
Surely, I always have and I always, always will!
I know she loves me, because my heart tells me its true;
I know she calls for me, as surely as I call for her too-
This is all I need, I want for no further attestation-
My heart has been calling, I accept its invitation!
I wait no longer, my destiny has arrived, at long last-
I take leave of this place, to remain only in my past-
My home is where my heart has been for so very long,
I must provide wings for this love-its calling, so very strong!
This ardor is my strength, my truth, my light-which leads my way-
The glow of which becomes ever more resplendent every single day!
Maurice Harris,31 May 2010
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My Love Surely Has Foresaken Me
My love surely has foresaken me,
Look just where my love's deceit has taken me!
Lonely is the night, lo the day,
Since my love sent me away!
I envision her and nary a foul thought enters my head,
Never would or could I allow for a negative word to be said!
Fear made her a monster, yet love shall surely prevail,
Restore it shall, all as before, when she did me, fail!
Many moments in life define you as a man,
None though more than this, surely you understand!
Hysteria led thee astray, to that dark place,
Where, no longer may I visage the beauty of your face!
As with the pasage of time, reality is restored,
Soon, my love, relief shall be had for our heart's dischord!
Maurice Harris,31 March 2008
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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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Listen To Your Heart (An Ode To Courage)
But one simple, yet obvious fact remains, as has for nearly three years:
Love and hate have been engaged in a battle-love versus fears;
I am the truth of your heart, and your deceit is the manifestation
Of much, yet undue trepidation, as it relates to your future celebration
Of love in its myriad forms-now, the battle is between your heart and mind;
Your heart contains love as verity, yet your mind contains fears you need to leave behind;
Your mind contains a misplaced animus toward the love that causes your fright-
The courage I wish to impart to thee, is the strength to fight back, with all your might,
Any thought that this fear is permanent or rational-love's truth shall cause it to fastly fleet!
I, and others, may aid you along the way-yet, the battle's outcome must, before we truly meet,
Be a foregone conclusion-as circumstances seem to now indicate:
Time is needed to re-establish reality, from the delusion your fears helped to create;
In many ways, and by many personages, the power of truth has been extolled-
Now beloved, this very power is what your heart does resolutely hold-
To free you at last from the burden of your fears, to finally embrace
The love that has awaited you for your entire life, and which you may not efface,
By any means-either through an ignorance of your heart's exaltation,
Or by living the fallacy you have in the past-a dichotomous experimentation;
I have not been fooled by this charade, as I contain the truth of your heart's verity-
And the most salient advice I could e'er bestow, to impart the most prescient clarity,
Is to look to what your heart has told through all these many years:
Embrace the love that's in your heart-use this to banish all your fears!
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Moments In Time
Moments in time help to define you as a man,
Even if they are of times that no one could understand!
Crippled by fear, strengthened by truth,
Held accountable, without any sort of proof!
All that defines me as a man-integrity, honor, pride,
Has been, by some, ignored entirely, even set aside!
Always do I treat others with the utmost of respect-
Naturally, the same in return, is what I expect!
The love of my life, turned into a monster, in an instant,
Accepting of this role I am not, I am far too persistent!
Amongst all the destruction is left rubble and need to rebuild;
I am hopeful, that through my faith, belief in you is again instilled!
Life is too long a road to walk by one's self-
Too long indeed, to keep your heart away, upon a shelf!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2008
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Your Mind Pushes Me Away, Your Heart Aches
Your mind pushes me away, your heart aches;
I assure you of our truth, whilst my heart breaks;
You are so afeared, that your fear became your reality-
Yet, there is but one way to rid yourself of this duality-
One day at a time, step closer in OUR direction,
Where I shall be already, to offer the protection
Of my love, strength and other-wordly faith,
In the love that we fashioned, through the miles, from a wraith;
Beloved, though we speak not, I call out to you,
And tell you that is ok to be brave-I am not saying what to do,
But merely I proffer salient advice knowing the truth of YOUR dreams-
I do this not for my own gain, nor for anything but what seems
Now to be surreal, where I know the opposite is true;
Love is truth, truth is love; fear is deceit, and deceit led you
To temporarily push away what you have dreamt for all your life,
Fear is your enemy, not I-fear caused this chasm, this strife!
I did not push you too fast, yet for same
I now am accused, and falsely take blame;
You did not use me to get over anyone,
Nor did you deceive just me, yet bludgeon
Only me, with anger over fear-I am NOT the enemy
I am the love that you have held guard over-it is in me
And not else lives there-not animus, nor do I possess baggage
From my past-holding on to the past has caused enough damage;
I would lovingly advise that you do the same, both as it relates to you and to me,
And finally accept the love that we two share, to be
The only 'reality' that you keep in your heart and mind-
Leave the past just where it belongs-behind
Us, both in time and as lessons learned-
It is what you deserve, and I know I have earned;
Become what you have always wanted to become,
At your own pace, but do not allow irration to be so cumbersome
As to alter what you know as real,
The truth of your heart, what you you truly feel!
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A Love: Tested By The Faith Of All Men
Walk with me, hold my hand, be for me my friend!
Last it shall, more than all else, until our life doth end!
Forget might you then how you really feel-
Allow me then, your heart, to once again steal!
Allowance made for dreams, now on hold;
Dreams made from reality, is how our's is betold!
Deference of dreams is but a waste-
So too then must we reverse the course, post haste!
Our love, tested by much; More important than this, lest
You should forget, why we are here-though, to never, is best!
I am here and you, there-together, yet distanced!
But to have thought, other than reality, is but for me, a pittance!
Our love, a love: tested by the faith of all men-
Time allows truth's emergence, until we meet again!
Maurice Harris,24 December 2007
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This Purgatory
Perhaps you have buried truth, for the better good-
I cannot do that any longer, nor would I, if I could.
I am in love with you and wish the world to know-
And would bear any sacrifice needed, to show
You, or anyone else who needed to be convinced.
Should one be not swayed, it is surely evidenced
In the way I gaze adoringly into your eyes,
And become lost in amorous thought, until I realize
That I cannot truly love, if love is not returned.
Though I suppose this purgatory has been well-earned,
After all, you offered me all this love before, but I was not prime,
And was too afeared to realize 'love' does not have a wrong time!
I cannot undo the mistakes of my past,
All I can do is offer you this love, sure to last!
-Maurice Harris,18 August 2011
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Truth Leads My Actions
Do you believe still, what your mind caused you to think?
In your heart, you know your cause lacks veracity-
Alas, like a desperate, dying animal-you fight with tenacity!
Your paranoia causes your world to change, before you may blink!
Ever did you think, you may not be right?
Removed have you, their Father, their friend-
For them, I shall wage on, until the bitter end!
Know do I my ultimate victory, as righteous is my fight!
Nothing good has come, from that day on,
This due His rejection of your sinister way-
You had but one choice, from that day!
Accept this and the truth-allow again, love's spawn!
Deserve not, do you, my tolerance and understanding-
Truth leads my actions, my cause quite commanding!
Maurice Harris,18 June 2008
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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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Truism Sonnet
Truisms become truth, as justice become adjudication;
Knowledge becomes reality, and reality, life's education!
My heart has stopped beating since 2007, that Veteran's Day;
Ached has it since, more than I could ever say!
Our life together, so amazing, so true;
Our family, together, so beauteous and new;
Though, KMKG is what we may be proclaimed:
Kristina, Maurice, Kalina and Gabriella, who we are, in name!
What is past is prologue, or so it may be said;
What is past affects us, until are days are dead;
What is past never ceases, nor leaves us alone;
What is past ne'er halts, until we have truly grown!
Whensover my love, you allow past to leave us-
Then only my beloved, will you truly see us!
Maurice Harris,8 December 2007
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Whence Just Nestlings
Whence just nestlings, our prologue was written,
Upon first sight of thee, surely was I, smitten!
Though far too brief, our time together-
It made for me memories to last forever,
Sustained me through times, most worthy of forget-
Aware all the while you would return to me yet!
Perchance, allowance made for all of my hurt,
Mere visage of thine beauty, my just dessert!
Ne'er have mine eyes been so very blessed,
Alas, if you doubt my words, my heart shall attest!
Though you were not near, in my heart you did reside-
Such is the truth of my heart that I may no longer hide!
Unabashed am I in this unfeigned amative,
Lo, surely not homage proper in this humble narrative!
Maurice Harris,31 July 2009
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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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Weep Not, My Wanton
WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee:
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Mother's wag, pretty boy,
Father's sorrow, father's joy.
When thy father first did see
Such a boy by him and me,
He was glad, I was woe:
Fortune changèd made him so,
When he left his pretty boy,
Last his sorrow, first his joy.
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee:
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Streaming tears that never stint,
Like pearl drops from a flint,
Fell by course from his eyes,
That one another's place supplies:
Thus he grieved in every part,Tears of blood fell from his heart,
When he left his pretty boy,
Father's sorrow, father's joy.
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee:
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
The wanton smiled, father wept;
Mother cried, baby lept;
More he crowed, more we cried;
Nature could not sorrow hide.
He must go, he must kiss
Child and mother, baby bliss;
For he left his pretty boy,
Father's sorrow, father's joy.
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee:
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
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