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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But One Prayer Have I, Unrequited
I have seen magnificence and beauty unparalleled, or so seeming-
Nothing rivals the beautificence of that seen, whilst I am dreaming!
But for now must I slumber, before her essence true, I may partake-
Nothing would I not do to make this so, whilst I am also awake;
I have lived a blessed life thence, one surely more than have most,
Yet, I want for but one precious wish, left presently without riposte-
'Good and gracious Lord, but one prayer have I, unrequited;
Lest I should not feel in this perceived lacking, by You, smited-
I beseech Thee, Lord, make for me and my beloved, true consort;
She-a guerdon of sorts, for my faith, fidelity and fastidious comport!
I do avow my Lord, a life of which You shall continue to be proud;
I do not question, nor feel smirched by, all that You have allowed;
I know Lord, Your goal is but to make me, for Your plan, prime-
Alas, Lord-assure You I do, she is the one, and this is our time! '
Maurice Harris,18 November 2009
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Midnight Prayer
'Lord, grant me the strength to get past
My overwhelming fears, and the pall they cast;
Grant me faith to overcome any and all doubt-
Should the spectre of dubiety lurk, cast it out;
Show me the divine nature of Your Proffer-
As undying devotion is my recompensatory offer;
I submit to Your Omniscience-yet, I do not fully understand-
Still I know: my life's path is but that which You command!
Hope and love You have gifted me, in abundance-
They present as compassion, understanding, and patience.
Thank you Lord, for all, to me, You gifted-
Obligation is owed too, for my soul-now and ever, uplifted!
Should ever cause present, where more of me is needed-
Just ask, as have I-surely, this too shall be heeded! '
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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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This Beauty I Do Adore
All in nature which inspires awe, now more still
Shall be seen in each day's passing, surely until
I make consort again with the beauty at it's cause;
Yearn do I for this day, with nary a moment's pause!
Memories made more enduring, mirth more abiding;
Bereft of explication am I-the elation now providing
Strength, hope and faith, like naught else has before-
Mere thought of this grace, this beauty I do adore!
The Sun, the Moon, the resplendent star;
All that is beautificent, more still, whether near or far-
Wondrous works of art, an opus most melodious,
Satiate my heart, yet it still remains commodious;
Naturally, I need not repeat from whence:
All is made ever more splendiferous since!
Maurice Harris,20 September 2009
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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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The Soul I Once Chose To Keep Away
Your love has been so very bountiful,
And with it you have never failed me;
My recompense for same was surely doubtful
As I was overcome with fear, and failed thee.
I have grown so much and in so many ways
Since my regrettable failure, to which I look back
With both sorrow and regret on so many days;
From the depths of my most profound loss, I took back
Control over the demons which caused me to doubt you-
And now, I know I may not truly 'live', without you;
You are needed, as flowers need the rain-
Without you, there exists only heartache and pain,
At the realization that trepidation cost me so many years;
Never again shall I live, subject to my fears-
For that is not life at all, it is a failure to live:
A heart is not alive if there is a failure to give
It away to its mate, when its mate is found;
A soul that dwells is this way, is bound
In chains, just as a prisoner, interred;
To live in this way, where a soul's wither is inferred
Is akin to a voluntary death sentence.
I refuse to continue to serve such penance,
For the sake of a fear, long-sice defeated;
The mistakes of my past shall never again be repeated;
To not reward your love with unabashed love in return
Is surely one-one for which I hope to one day earn
Both redemption and a second chance-
At a once-inspired, yet all-too-brief romance.
God-willing, this will come to be, one day,
And I will consort again, with the soul I once chose to keep away!
-Maurice Harris,6 September 2011
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Sunshine
Plagued by iniquity was I, until sunlight was offered to me
Nary may I extend recompense for what has been bestowed
From whence so much has been given, so too, so much is owed
Demonstrative of His omniscience, this, He proffered to me:
A gift sans pareil of radiant replendence, in human form-
A lasting brilliance, surely ne'er to wither nor to pall,
Alas, solace is provided as if to ease the fall,
Provide for inspiration, and ensure my soul's warmth!
Celestial magnanimity, love eternal and spirit pure
Define surely, the essence of her prescient import!
Naught shall there be to absent my majestic consort,
Upon our love's genesis, evident was the allure! !
Sunshine- a mere word falters to delimitate your essence;
An honor it has been, surely, I am humbled in your presence!
Maurice Harris,14 March 2009
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True Justice
If there were true justice, I would not have to gather
Thought of thee from moments far gone, but rather
Would be witness, each day, to thine own grace
And not be reduced to this time, in this 'place'!
'Justice deferred, is justice denied', a fitting way
To see into my form of thought, this and every day!
I do not seek same, as I do, for any form of personal gain;
I rally for much more, my own self-import I do not feign-
I am but a vessel, used for a world in need of change,
The thought of mine own plight, seems to me, very strange!
I know my cause to be righteous, I have never had doubt,
I look now to God to see this iniquity and to straighten it out;
Whensoever this may be done, not surely, before,
My life shall return to me again, and order shall restore!
Maurice Harris,6 February 2010
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Mate Of Mine Own Heart
Where for art thou, mate of mine own heart?
My life's solitary vocation is but to seeketh thee-
Wanton am I of the felicity our consort would impart!
I unfeignedly knoweth this- you too do bespeak me!
If but mine own life, exhausted in this fruitful search,
Shall come to pass without thee, I do implore-
Do not take as cause then to besmirch,
For, as the one-surely, you share my amorous rapport!
Alas, as I, you seek your heart's beguile!
Wherestsoever you may be, whatsoever you may do-
No matter the tribulation, no matter the trial,
Knowest do I this: in thine own heart you shall remain true!
Nearer to meeting still shall we be tomorrow,
That we have not yet- my heart's only sorrow!
Maurice Harris,19 July 2009
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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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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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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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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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Her Dubiety, His Surety
'How may you covet me as you do-you do not know me, as you must?
Why then would you endue to me, all your love and trust?
You know me only from afar, and thus, always at my best-
How then, to your unceasing adoration, may you still attest?
You now only beg mine consort, and are not too used to it-
Might you not grow weary of same-or, perhaps bemused, through it?
With time's passage, surely your ardor shall wane-
Then, you shall need remind, of same-again and again! '
'My beloved, precious, Empyrean Proffer-
Today's adoration is but a pittance to what I shall offer;
As each dawn delivers upon us, a brand-new day,
You shall grow to learn: it is a love that is here to stay.
Naught that time may serve to teach us,
Shall have cause but for to allow more ardor, to reach us!
To me, your beautificence, is, and shall always remain, sans pareil-
Though my hearty brims with love for thee-all the while
More still shall there be, as time breeds more familiarity;
E'en you shall barter your doubt for this verity!
Serendipity allowedc that our love 'found us'-
To grow evermore, so that it may always astound us.
We shall never stand to take it for granted:
Time and consort shall always grow what He planted!
One day, your dubiety of today shall wither-
In its place, an astonished assurance shall remain thither.
Where there are now not words, to gather
Clarity to thine sentiment-soon, rather
Soon-the words of your heart's content
Shall be vocalized-as was His intent! '
-Maurice Harris,9 November 2010
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Oft Have I Pondered
Oft have I pondered upon how I might love, truly;
Might I need to search or might it present itself, duly! ?
This quixotic quest, many surely are they, requisites;
Many times I've fancied her, each time she, exquisite!
Need would I to covet her, more surely, than myself-
She doth need require the contrary, too, of herself!
To gather me, in all ways, must she, and I, her-
For whatsoever may ail me, must she be, the cure!
I need her to be my counsel, she need be my confidant,
My fragile heart's trusted guardian-in this regard, adamant!
A mate, for my soul, need she be; My every waking thought!
This, and so very much more, must be the love I have sought!
Alas, whence found, this treasure I shall guard, with mine own life;
For this be the lady I shall one day felicitously posit, be my wife!
Maurice Harris,2 November 2009
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3 March 2012 (Happy Eighth Birthday Abigail)
Abigail-your Father's joy, even in your absence;
Your beauty is felt every day, despite your presence
Kept from the eyes of your own Father, for so very long!
I have kept your memory alive, through a Faith so very strong
That it has literally helped to fashion miracles!
These are not just some insignificant spectacles,
They are Signs that the very Hand of God Guides me!
Though, I am surely not the only one, He also Guides thee
As well, on a Path where we shall meet again, one day!
There, our relationship will truly begin-one day!
But, for now all I have are Birthday wishes-from afar,
And since I know not otherwise, I must gather
That the time for our consort's reprise, is rather
Close at hand this day-no matter where we now are!
-Maurice Harris,3 March 2012
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Where Is This Beauty?
Where is this beauty, what soma has she assumed?
Shall I make consort with thee- my heart's consumed?
Ne'er shall I be entire until such time
As I may adjoin with your beauty, sublime!
As though prelude, surely I have met thee before-
Not cognizant of the future we had in store,
Assuredly, our brief confluences of the past
Were but a hint of this amative that doth last!
Significance of such shall not be made of, slight-
Nor too, the jubilation in me it doth incite!
With not a word, still to me, you do speak-
For you are the glorious beauty I do seek!
All shall be proffered for such, as all from such, are begot-
Alas, for my life entire, this embraces all I have sought!
Maurice Harris,21 July 2009
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1,000 Times, Again
It is true, what they say: 'ignorance IS bliss! '-
If I hadn't protested when I experienced the same, I would be remiss!
Hitler once offered: 'the bigger the lie, the more people will believe it! '-
Sometimes, it is one so audacious, you would never conceieve it!
I was purloined from all, by another's failing,
How could she not 'see' her mind was destructively ailing! ? !
Where was my aegis, why was none fastly offered-
Why, when I needed it so, was it maliciously coffered! ? !
I am a man of ideals, who values greatly the most basic principle-
Alas, to speak the truth, you neglected something so simple!
All who know you have been made the worse
By your negligent handling of your mental curse!
You believed your rudimentary knowledge of a warped jurisprudence
Would subvert true justice's inevitable occurence! !
How singularly naive of you, to assume
That truth, waylaid by paranoia, would not resume!
Initially, upon consult, some surely advised
That I look past it all, even what they despised;
Yet, your despicable behavior continued, unabated
Until you transmogrified from 'my love', to someone I hated!
You did not only, from me and others, abscond;
You've removed temporarily our Daughter's paternal bond;
No longer have we privity, to her inspiring grace-
We must 'thoughtfully admire' her, from our far away place!
The material objects that you thieved
Matter very little, it is their memories I grieve!
Their replacement is but a monetary matter-
That, and an intrepid, global consumer's gather!
I am not your only victim, just its most obvious-
There is no '6 degrees of separation' from your actions, most devious!
Yet, you are not the sole perpetrator, many are vicariously, to blame-
The part the played in all of this, is a God-forsaken shame!
For their part, they too, shall be made to present answer
For what has metastacized as a most virulent Cancer! !
God does certainly work in a mysterious way,
He challenges me, yet my Faith has ne'er strayed;
He ensures I know of evil and all of its doers,
To allow that my appreciation of its antithesis ever endures;
He caused for me to make court, with the Devil herself-
For lament and heartache, that for many moons, I have felt-
So that whence He proffered my Faith's reward,
It was not until He was satisfied, it had endured!
Just as surly and displeasing as was my past-
So too, beautiful and inspiring is its reward-sure to last,
As its presence supplants, with each passing moment,
The contempt of my mind and my heart's lament!
Had I known my reward, in advance of my grievous pain-
I should want for naught, in fact, I would do it 1,000 times, again!
Maurice Harris,20 March 2010
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Aspiration, Prayer, Faith, And Love
I know not whether my dreams
May meet with fruition, yet it seems
To me that I should dream, still the same;
I do not exhort Him with prayer,
With expectation, as to how or where
He may see to answer whence I invoke His Name;
I know not my faith shall render return,
Yet, through ardent faith alone, may I earn
My place in His Kingdom, most Empyrean;
I give not my heart, due need for recompense:
My ardor seeks naught, but its own existence;
It is with the same in mind, I continue to champion
That which I have mentioned above:
Aspiration, humble prayer, ardent faith, and love!
-Maurice Harris,14 January 2011
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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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