Long and Hard Have I Pondered...

Long and hard have I pondered, upon just what to do!
Many a sleepless night have I lain awake, ruminating of you!
Alas, here I am, back wherest I did begin-
2 paths are for your choosing-one you lose, one you win!

Really not a choice even, more an acceptance,
Couched as a choice because I sense your reluctance!
Some battles are left not fought-
Though, oft we do not, tis what we ought!

Left there now, surely in a quandary
Though a faucet, broken, onward flows your decision, aplenty!
Seemingly, you have no way to cause it's ceasing,
E'en as the days pass, so too are the stakes increasing!

I offer you my hand, in friendship, for all of my days,
Alternately, but through a window shall you peer, the sun's rays!

Maurice Harris,25 July 2008

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Daddy Misses You, Dearly

Daddy misses you, dearly, as he wages a battle, righteous;
He has been wronged severely, and he might just
Need to teach a lesson, learned the hard way-
To all those responsible for all leading to this day!

Left a choice shall she be, out of a sense of respect
For both of you, and for the love I have in my heart, to expect
Any less or different from me, is to not recognize
All that makes me what I am-logical, loving and wise!

Strive have I to be the better person,
So as to not allow the situation to worsen!
Alas, I shall have done all I could, all I may-
The choice shan't be mine any longer, after that day!

As I surely have been burdened greatly by what she has done,
So too, shall I ne'er allow that she be let, from her actions, to run!

Maurice Harris,22 July 2008

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The Self-broken Heart

The self-broken heart-'why? ', the quixotic ponderance!
Not though am I able to alter my life's circumstance!
Broken into myriad pieces-ne'er the same again,
2 choices now to select betwixt-one, you lose and one, you win!

What ails thee, broken hearted-
So far have we come, from wherest we started! ?
Emotions carried you, in your reckless crusade,
Nary did logic enter into decisions you made!

Now who remains to pick up the pieces, shattered?
Into a million directions they were sent-scattered!
Not would I deign to tell you though,
Alas, for I did indeed, tell you so!

Need of aid, I did establish, duly-
Nary would I have gazed thee, not the same, truly!

Maurice Harris,21 July 2008

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Heartbroken And Alone

I am just fine Mother, please do not worry;
All that may be taken now, is time-
And time, we know is in no hurry,
Though, surely, I am much more than prime,
For this 'journey' to be ended, and for a new one to begin;
Alas, it was not His plan, to be any other way,
Of same I was reminded yet again,
When I realized I was not independent on Independence Day!

I shall be 'home' shortly, but I will never be the same,
That I may be though, at all, is a miracle of its own;
I will leave here far different than when I came,
Yet alas, I will leave as I arrived, heartbroken and alone!
Until then, may the days pass more swiftly still,
And all those that follow, allow my dreams fulfill!

-Maurice Harris,6 July 2011

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Silence- That Is All You Can Offer

Silence- that is all you can offer
When asked why you did it to me!
A chance to save face I, to thee, proffer:
To accept and right your wrongs- your duty!

How do you live with what you have done! ?
Lie have you without thought of repercussion
Yet you still believe that you've already won-
To the contrary, you offer no discussion!

Explication of deceit only breeds more of the same;
Once started, the only choice is the acceptance of defeat!
Your's is but a very dangerous game,
One may only lose when coupled with deceit!

Turn about is fair play, I shall have mine one day-
Only what is to become of you- for you to say!

Maurice Harris,22 June 2008

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Powerless Are We

Is love enough to sustain us, in all times?
Hope and want do no make it happen, just because!
I am sincere, I just need it be as great as it was-
Sure I am of our love, as I am of my rhymes!

Love you have I, since able to feel emotions-
Loved you have I, across the largest of oceans!
Adore you still do I, though I am not entirely pleased
That the pain I feel in my heart has not eased!

It's as I said it was, and so too shall we be, again;
For, if not, both of us shall have lost, yet, if so, win!
Love, as our's, knows no limits, and is ever-increasing,
It is capable of all, builds aplenty and is ne'er ceasing!

Enraptured are we, by all it has to offer;
Powerless are we, but for to accept this proffer!

Maurice Harris,1 March 2008

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Tumultuous Temptations Torment My Temperment

Tumultuous temptations torment my temperment,
Though patience and love allow me, regression;
Once done, you may not undo it-for it is permanent-
Alas, its avoidance may be ensured by progression!

Penance shall be served by thee-though given a choice
You shall be, each allowing an eternal reminder! !
Allowance given shall suffice for the decision you voice,
My lonesome heart shall again have a finder!

Flight has been given to our love, for us to find
Our way back to our individual emanence!
The power and magic, shall we two bind
Reminding us each day of its never-ceasing permanence!

Have I now envisioned but your only response?
Enlightened you shall be as to how your heart absconds!

Maurice Harris,17 June 2008

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The Superimposition of Somniation, In A Search For Serendipity

Alas, it was all but wishful wonderment, by way of a wandering dream;
Somniation surely it was, yet, real it did seem.
Spurred by a mysterious messenger, who left but a name-
A first name only-as though confoundment was his aim.
I somniate rarely, yet, their reality tends to astound:
They can gift a voice and form, to someone no longer around.
'What does it all mean? ! ', I wonder, as I bolt awake-
'May there be a message from this, that I may take? ! '
My heart was once again rife with jubilation-
All due this now-fleeted fantasization.
Its allusion was pointed-toward a path not taken-
And its conclusion, unequivocal-this choice was mistaken.
Surely, this dream was not merely a singularity-
Another must have been had, to provide further clarity!
Might this be but half-and only when superimposed
Over another, might a whole dream then be composed! ?
The entirety of this aspiration's audacity
May only truly be gleaned, once the capacity
To understand is gained, over this aspiration and its mate.
Serendipity alone may gift this-and only through the powers of Fate!


-Maurice Harris,7 July 2012

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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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My Heart Surely Doth Weep!

Lying awake,0200 in the morning, heart fluttering, hard to breath-
Thinking of you and naught else-caught in my own purgatory!
Nothing else matters to me, without my beautiful family,
Know not do I reason for my place here, nor do I believe!

Some give all, all give some-yet I, would give ever more
For the love I know you feel inside- to be restored!
Allow please nature to run its course-submit to fate,
I know the capacity of your heart-ne'er is it too late!

Family means more than all else in the world,
My love, ne'er ceasing, e'er increasing-once unfurled!
Many a night, I have cried myself to sleep-
For you, my heart surely doth weep!

End now for both, the heartbeak, the pain-
Return soon to us, our wondrous love-again!

Maurice Harris,3 March 2008

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A Perfect Love

My heart has been shattered, though I know not why!
Where before I saw beauteous blue, I now see dark sky!
Wherest has gone all my love, for it is with thee-
Thouest I know not why, you covet not me! ?

A perfect love, asked to wait, for reasons not known-
If not then, how might I, for my lacking, atone?
All my love, handed to thee as though my gift:
Assure you I shall though, it shan't drift!

Amorous wonderment of proportions unparalled,
Knowest not do I how your's became assailed!
Quixotic quandary, to be sure, indeed-
Answers must cometh, for I am in need!

Perhaps they are to come soon, I know not when:
Then our love shall be allowed to truly begin!

Maurice Harris,18 October 2008

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What Might You Do?

What if you were me-what might you do?
Must you serve, for crimes, your penance-
Yet, to mine own heart, I must remain true;
After all, how penal might be the return of our romance?

In utter disbelief I have wondered the 'why? ' of it all!
Nary shall there be for me, explication, proper,
Nothing but all there was, before your fall-
All or nothing-this is my only, final offer!

Hopeful I am that you see behind my compassion
To the love I feel in my heart!
To your heart, for you to be true, is all I am asking,
Rewind may we, to wherest our love did start!

I shall be free soon, at long last,
But for only now shall I look you, past!

Maurice Harris,15 July 2008

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From A Dream, To A Reality

The time for fanciful fantasization has passed;
Our time has arrived, at long last-
Our future together may begin as you command-
Come to me my beloved, take my hand
And we shall learn to fly together
As we embrace what remains of forever!

Much thought has gone into this offer-
Be not, to this imagined miracle, a scoffer;
Before an answer may pass your lips,
Think of the potential of our unpursued relationship-
All that it may have been, if only we had tried;
Think of the magic we have, before you decide
To keep this inspired romance under continued coffer-
Think of this as your 'can't lose, can't refuse' offer!

We know how our hearts feel after our brief romance,
So why not allow each the benefit of a real chance
At love, unfettered by outside influence? !
Let us allow our souls their long-sought confluence!

I have closed mine eyes, in heightened mentation,
And used all the power of my imagination,
To conjure up the image of what a lady need be,
And time after time, you are all I ever see!
I implore you to do the very same:
Try to provide your ideal mate, a face and a name-
If indeed the answer is no surprise to me,
Then my beloved, allow our reprise, to be!

Our history provided us with much assurance,
Now with our ardor, we may begin a romance,
About which we have always dreamed!
Then only, may the mistake of our timing be redeemed;
Be not afeared my beloved, my friend-
No matter what, I will remain in the end,
Faithful, abiding, grateful and true-
I have no choice, I love you!

Maurice Harris,10 July 2011

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My Heart's Poignant Grief

Many a lonely day, lo, many a mournful night
I have pondered when, wherest again, I may sight
My pride and joy, my children, most beauteous-
Until this glorious day, I remain steadfast and duteous!

I muse upon how, toward me, they may now cogitate;
Does thought not cross them, perchance, they efflagitate?
Assuredly, my absence from their lives is not trifle:
I shall stay this when reasons for my state do stifle!

My heart aches as days without them do elapse,
Others may believe: 'worry not, your heart adapts';
Alas, not-it withers without, time does not heal-
Synoptic they would be, if they but felt what I feel!
Naught is there to minify my heart's poignant grief,
But for consort again with them, naught is there relief!

Maurice Harris,19 October 2009

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Sunflower

Sunflower-wilting in the sun, wanton for its rain,
Though rain, as the same, shall ne'er pass its way again!
No longer do conditions exist which allow for its presence-
Alas, its immense pain has tempered its beauteous essence!

Without precipitation to nourish it, wither further, it shall-
Before long, even those not familiar, will notice its pall!
One without the other, surely shan't there be,
As is such with you now: for you are without me!

Whence together, rain doth feed the sunflower,
One may see further, its benefit, each passing hour!
Once removed from each, they are no longer the same-
They remain themselves then, only but in name!

Allow now my rain, to your sunflower's benefit,
One for the other, surely does each, it befit!

Maurice Harris,25 July 2008

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Shining, As A Beacon In The Night

Not able am I to explicate-my heart, with emotion so vast:
Alas, your charms enrapture me, causing my fall, fast!
Await do I, a chance to catch even a breath of your voice-
I go wherest I am led by my heart, I haven't but a choice!

Naught shall be for me it's equal, nary shall there be, ever,
Ne'er shall another gather compare to thee-never!
As though a thousand trumpeteers lauded your arrival,
So too must I glorify you-the essence of my survival!

Our first rendezvous, but a prelude of that yet to come,
The power and glory of which is felt but a very few some!
A love as this, naught shall there be compare-
Tested by time-as if stopped, and we stare!

Resplendent: my love for thee, shining, as a beacon in the night,
Assuring you that you shall ne'er be beyond my sight!

Maurice Harris,12 October 2008

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What It Means To Forgive

They say: 'to err is human, to forgive, divine',
Though one may proffer you deserve none, I offer mine!
Know not do I, the depths of your inner turmoil,
Yet I am all too aware of it being lain, to boil!

Alas, love is not needed in order to forgive,
It allows a more fastidious, permanent understanding;
This decision must be one with which you may live-
Thus, in its righteousness, our conviction must be commanding!

You shall see, as do I, all attendant facts-
Then truly shall we bear witness to how your heart acts!
What your mind created-a self-fulfilling prophesy,
You allowed to become real-truly a tragedy!

Shun now the spectre, of all who hurt you,
Make consort again with the onlyone who'll ne'er desert you!

Maurice Harris,14 June 2008

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Alas, My Love, Here We Are

Alas, my love, here we are, at yet another crossroads;
Must we see, wherest we go, how well we shall bode!
Relationships understood, by none, but we;
Explicative to none else, to know, you do, me!

Return, must we, to our days of yore;
None else matters herein- no need of settling the score!
Where for art thou lonely heart?
Hearest, you must, my call to love, commencing our start!

The essence of you, the definition of me-
Wherest ever you are- so too easily seen!
Close thine eyes, imagine me there-
Close thine eyes, imagine there be no scare!

Lovest, honor all that you are-
Respecteth, cherish- for thee, near or far!

Maurice Harris,11 December 2007

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The Sky Cries

The sky cries, and the sky doth rejoice-
To my self-blame, I had to say goodbye-
For my life's sake, I had not a choice-
My sky saw its 'twilight', I was not prime!

The former is not a place for me,
Alas, in this realm, I was emplaced;
Lovely is the sky now before me-
All the torment it hath erased!

Lurk no longer, skies of greyish doom-
I refuse to dwell any longer where you loom;
Blue skies, ablaze in rays of gold-
Allow release, the 'warmth' I now hold;
I have seen days, both glorious and dreary-
I want for this glory, yet I am so very weary!

Maurice Harris,1 March 2010

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Soon Shall Come Your Bitter Rain

Soon shall come your bitter rain,
Shan't it be the triumph you hoped to gain!
The triumph shall be of the human spirit-
It's percussion such that you'll surely hear it!

A Martyr you surely sought to be,
In it's stead, you have made same, out of me!
Your whole attempt at such, made in deceit,
Once judgment is final, shall my martyrdom be complete!

All happens for a reason, some left unknown-
On that day though, the reason shall be shown!
Ne'er before, perhaps ne'er again, as such
Shall there be, at stake, so very much!

Clearly, your aim and outcome were quite divergent,
Never shall we then know what you really meant!

Maurice Harris,26 July 2008

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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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