My Path (...Realized By His Own Hand)
Either you were deceiving yourself then,
Or you are now; which is more believable, when
You consider that your heart spoke all this time,
Until you allowed the deceit that now dwells in your weary mind?
Shame on you for all your deceit, and for placing blame here!
Take control of all your actions, and do not live in fear!
I have been threatened (idly) with bodily harm, -
Called a freak, and labeled crazy, etc., all because of the charm
With which you have allowed yourself and others to believe
All the lies and associated emotions your fragile mind can conceive!
This shall go on no more, and be allowed no longer;
For, the power of your delusional divergence is strong-but, I am stronger!
My Path was Ordained by God Himself, and Realized by His Own Hand,
It converges upon Your Path wholly, not by want or need, but by His Own Command!
-Maurice Harris,12 February 2012
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Truth Is Friend To Freedom; Deceit Walks With Corruption
That seen by only one; naught is it what she falsely believes-
So too, not more believable is that which she conceives!
Figmentation of fear, fibs, falsity and fantasy;
The truth emerges quickly, all else-allowed to see!
Incontrivertible truth emits power beyond belief-
All that which opposes such, surely needing of relief!
Ne'er to allow any doubt, nor alteration of reasons;
Even ever if the ethereal winds pass with the seasons!
Truth is friend to freedom; deceit walks with corruption;
Lies and fallacy may corrupt for a time-merely truth's interruption!
Then there is corruptor, on the side of fear and deceit:
They then are sent scurrying-in rapid retreat!
Alas, I bid good tidings still to thee;
Ever do you reside always-within me!
Maurice Harris,17 December 2007
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A Prayer For The Salvation Of A Shattered Soul
I proffer a prayer for the salvation of a shattered soul-
A once-beautiful personage, that selfish deceit stole:
'Heavenly Father, in Your Wisdom, and as part of Your Plan,
You have allowed the destruction, in a moment's span,
Of a once-beautiful soul, to that of a person possessed-
With the perpetration of her own world of lies-
A fallen Angel, so wholly obsessed
With malice and hate, that I now despise
The acts of the one I once loved, most ardently!
A dichotomy to be sure, and one I loathe most adamantly!
Provide her solace for her pain, and Atonement for her Sin;
Allow her Path to lead back to Truth, and for her to begin
To heal her soul, which has strayed from Your Ways!
I ask these things in the Name of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, in the Latter Days! '
-Maurice Harris,26 February 2012
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Your Heart Could Never Conceive
Do you ever look in the mirror and see your shame?
Do you stop ever assessing it, and take the blame?
Do you ever take responsibility for the acts you have taken-
For the falsity created, or the love you've forsaken?
You tried, in vane, to create a monster out of me,
Alas, the monster created, is in the mirror and you now see!
Shame and remorse should be your daily companion,
I am sure, if you're honest, you share my opinion!
Leave the monster, both real and false, behind-
Cast all fear aside, from your heart and mind!
Your mind told you not to believe
What your heart could never conceive!
The battle waged: truth versus deceit;
Truth hails victorious-fear and lies lay in defeat!
Maurice Harris,5 March 2008
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I Love You, Yet Not
What will need be, in for your mind
To leave all you allege, finally behind?
You know better than to paint a picture, so fantastic-
Alas, you know deceit supplanting truth is tragic!
Why then, where truth is needed the most
Would you subvert the actual, in chase of a ghost?
Where be the lady to whom my heart doth belong-
What thee allowed, not what's meant by head-strong!
I love you, yet not do I want mine hand be forced-
My demands are stern, not as others, coerced!
Maurice Harris,18 June 2008
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I Am So Sorry
I am so sorry that you no longer believe in your dreams;
I am so sorry that now, sadly, it surely seems
As though you have given more thought to
The ignorance of others, instead of what you ought to-
Namely, the love you have, guarded deep in your heart.
For the sake of 'what others might think', you've allowed part
With all that which presented as answer to your prayers.
The soul that is meant to fly belongs to the one who dares
Fly, despite any impediment that may be placed in its way.
I am so sorry that you have allowed your heart to decay
As it has-for the sake of prevarication by someone unknown.
The mind that is truly strong, must be able to think on its own-
I am so sorry that you no longer possess this ability;
I am so sorry that real love for you, is no longer a possibility-
Not until you learn to live the life you truly want to live,
Unaffected by the potential for uninformed opinions people may give.
I am so sorry that you would rather be a martyr to the throng-
Even though their lives are unaffected and their opinions are wrong!
I am so sorry that your heart apparently has a switch,
That you can flip, to either now or then, live a lie; which is which! ?
I am so sorry that when confronted by a scenario of 'fight or flight',
You chose to flee, instead of what your heart knows is right!
I cannot live this way, I have always been true to myself, and to you;
If roles were reversed between the two of us, what would you do! ? !
The answer to that question is the path you should have espoused.
My wish for you is that this answer has already been aroused.
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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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I Refuse To Live Subject To Fear
I refuse to live subject to fear in any form;
For far too long, I have been subject to intimidation-
No more, no more-I have been a pawn to deceit's storm
Once, twice before, and shall no longer allow its manifestation;
I am unlike you, when I am in fear, I communicate, not shut out
The source of my fear, even though your heart yearns for same;
I adore you, and would never do anything to besmirch your name,
But your deceit has now transmogrified into misplaced blame,
For the 'love of your life'-I shall no longer play your game!
I am not the product of your fears, nor could I put out
Such a feeling, in anyone with a rational base to their thought;
I shall wait, forever if I must, for this love to be what it ought!
How dare you break your own heart, and blame me for this fear-
Your long-sought love is practically upon you, never before, this near!
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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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He Is The Answer
No one knows what I do:
The way you say 'I love you! ',
Is how I know that it is so very true-
This is why He would not abandon you
In your time of greatest need;
This is a Battle He shall never concede!
How else can you explain the way He Divined me here?
His Path for me, at long last, is finally clear!
One day, you will not misplace your fear;
One day, you will look at this, and cheer-
Where now you 'hate', the Path He chose-
Then open again, the doors you now have chosen to close!
Heavenly Father is all the Counsel you needed-
He is the Answer, if your Prayers are to be heeded!
-Maurice Harris,15 February 2012
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Should I Ever Be So Blessed
I fear not that which I have not seen, nor done;
I fear that I will sight no miracles, but the one
Which I may no longer, yet I know still, its glory-
Peruse my heart's lament, you shall know my story!
I regret not that which I have seen, yet, see no longer-
I look to the day where I may become stronger;
To the day whence the glory sees its return,
The wondrous realization of a heart's mournful yearn!
I wonder not, what may have been-
Only to a day, wherest I may begin-again;
To a day where I my finally 'live',
Where I may allow my heart to give!
I know not, faith's lacking, in a life filled with sorrow-
My jollity is assured, as today becomes tomorrow;
Miracles may only happen upon, when prime to receive-
That I am not now, readied, I shall ne'er conceive!
Years have fleeted since mine eyes have sighted either,
Yet I know I've not seen the last of each, neither
Shall one be made the most, until such time
As I bear witness to the topics of this rhyme!
With the Lord as my witness, I would surely rather die
Than to know of their grace, yet, still sit idly by;
I seeketh each with a determined heart and tenacious spirit;
I fervently pray each night to God, ensuring He does hear it!
Should I ever be so blessed as to count both within my life,
I shall make the first, a filial, very proud-and the second, my wife!
This is how He hath designed it, I am quite certain-
I anxiously await His time, when not drawn, is this curtain!
Maurice Harris,11 February 2010
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I Should Be Allowed To Think
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I saw the worst bands of my generation
Applied by magic marker to dry wall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call in show
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I am not allowed
To ever come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me
I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
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Latter-Day Liar
Ah, the beautiful Latter-Day liar,
Whose fallacious failings continue to draw my ire!
Pray tell, what is the rhyme or the reason
For the world of lies, that serve as her heart's treason?
Apparently, it eases her mind and the burden of her guilt,
To leave the Truth out in the Sun, to wither and wilt, -
And not allow Adam's Ale to continue to nourish it?
Why would she ever want Truth to flourish? ! It
Is surely I who is facetious, yet this point I make:
Why would she ever want to cheapen or forsake
What not even she could possibly deny-
And live a life that is an Unholy Lie! ?
Now so far from reality's base,
She continues to disregard and deface
Both, God's Divine Laws and those of our land-
And has broken one of the Laws that God Himself, doth Command:
'Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neigbor';
Did she forget this one-or perhaps, she forgot her way! ? For,
All who have paid attention along the way,
Know that she has chosen to cower, from that day
When she chose false fear, in the face of verity-
Because, her 'dearly beloved' chose chaos instead of clarity!
She went too far with the ruse she has undertaken,
By the deceit her lies have manifest, and those it has forsaken!
For shame-instead of taking responsibility, she tried to save face-
I have always chosen Truth, Blessed by His Amazing Grace!
This makes me Right, and her, on the side of wrong-
She need come back to this side, where she doth belong!
-Maurice Harris,26 February 2012
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A Purposeful Lesson, From A Painful Past
I lament the fact that I do not miss my dearly-departed Dad,
Nor may I see as real, the relationship that we once had:
My Father was not the man he purported to be;
It is only now, long after his demise, that I am able to see
The man I thought I knew, for who he truly was.
What is past is prologue, yet not for me, because
Though many years have past, I still wonder what was real.
My heart aches for what this association was allowed to steal,
Both from me and those I hold in the highest esteem.
Oh, how I wish that it were only a bad dream,
But I am not so fortuitous as to see its end-
My present is not one my past could portend.
I am not my Father's keeper, nor am I to blame
For anything that he once did-so, why then the shame! ?
He was but a fiend with which I share a last name,
Yet, it is not my purpose, nor surely my aim,
To cast aspersions at the man from whence I came,
Merely to markedly point out that we are not one and the same.
I can no more help my connection to him as I can my logical mind,
Yet this diaspora spreads and I may never leave it behind!
I have ardently prayed for refuge from this horrible curse,
Yet my prayers have gone unanswered, and the guilt, gotten worse!
I only wish to awaken to a world where ignorance is no longer-
A world where time heals all, and I am allowed to become stronger
For all that I have had to endure, for all I have overcome,
Yet my mind will not allow riddance to be paid to these cumbersome
Burdens I feel deep in my soul because of who my Father was.
I should not be made to suffer for what my Father does,
Just as no man should be held to account for acts of another,
I should not be made to recompense for those of a Father
I never really knew-whose shameful ruse was hidden from me.
This exorcision is needed, to ensure this curse is ridden, from me
And all those that I hold dear, for they have suffered too!
The world must see not only what I have suffered through,
But that my suffering was not in vain-it was surely not His intention
To inflict such pain without purpose; His Intervention
Is rife with lessons for all the world to see.
Lessons in the way He intends for the world to be:
Where His children demonstrate love, understanding, and compassion
For each other-without bias and prejudice-and without ration!
This must be the lesson that He wished to be taught to me
And the way He believes the world ought to be-
Otherwise my penance was all in vain,
And the world truly is insane!
-Maurice Harris,19 June 2012
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An Ode To A Fallen, Afeared Angel
Your fears are now internal, meaning only you;
You have reached out to me, what am I to do?
As irrational as your actions may be, I will understand-
And shall do exactly as the REAL you would command;
I merely NEED to know WHAT to do,
And for how long, so that YOU
Are no longer irrationally afeared-
Even IF the entire world, but I, believed it weird!
I know I CAN and WILL do all of this-
And, that YOU, in your own time, NEED pursue all of this-
THIS Amazing, True, Real, and Inspiring
Dream that WE have, that WE have been e'er desiring!
THIS Dream we have that has come to Wondrous fruition,
All at once, and in spite of any Earthly man's intuition!
Why would you ask me again, about your erstwhile mate, and his real name? !
The answer lies in the fact that it is what HE was that scares YOU-what a shame
It is that I am now subject to punishment and feigned hate because of same!
It is this feigned hatred toward me, without reason, that is to blame
For all of your angst, not anything that I have ever done!
The only thing I have ever asked, and that you have ever won,
Is my undying, unconditional love-THAT is all I have ever offered;
Yet, sadly, out of some inexplicable self-loathing, you have coffered
Your own fragile heart, from the ONLY man that has EVER proffered
THIS answered Prayer to you; at every attempt I make for same, that is re-offered
TO YOU, you find yet another excuse to NOT embrace it, without explanation;
THIS self-sabotage defies any reasoned attempt at explication,
And saddens me a very great deal, because the only lady I have ever love, Truly-
Has subjected herself to such victimization, and has so cruelly
Perpetrated such a grievous wrong unto herself, that it makes MY heart ache!
DO NOT Beloved, for YOUR True Hopes and Dreams, this decision, make!
-Maurice Harris,9 February 2012
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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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Aspiration Of A Future, To Efface The Past
I need use my mind's eye, to see you;
I've no access to photographs, no way to see to
A remembrance of you, except in this way!
I long to once again be graced by you-I've dreamt of this day
Many, many times, so that I may at long last
Look beyond a most tragic consequence of my past:
Namely, that I allowed fear to make a decision
That I have lived to regret every day, since its commission!
May God again grant both of us with the other's consort-
This alone seems to befit or comport
With the wants of my heart, soul, and mind-
You, my beloved, are the memory I could not hope to leave behind!
In a world of glorious imperfection, you are as perfect as I could hope you to be,
I pray to God each night, to divine your 'perfection', to me!
Maurice Harris,20 July 2011
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Our Love, Stronger Than Any Fear
Do you know how lucky you are? Had you been any other,
I say this not merely because you are my children's Mother!
You have shown me though, all I need to see,
I have loved you as I have no other, you too, for me!
You are the love of my life, I need not anything else;
You give me a elevated sense of mine own self!
Love me as you used to and I shall no longer perturbed-
Love me now, as then-as though our love, left undisturbed!
Fear away fear, leave her be-you've no longer a place!
No longer do you hold court over her actions, her mind!
You have left her surely-she has left you behind!
No longer may you, our love, away, chase!
Our love is stronger, still, than is any fear;
My love, with me, whether I am there, or here!
Maurice Harris,20 March 2008
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With Love In Our Hearts
As real as if God, Himself opined directly-
The truth I espouse is supported, with facts to buttress;
Mistakes made by all, to mine I did confess,
Truth-the only way to deal with this correctly!
Your deceit showed your motivation to be anything but pure-
A disappointment to all was your lack of good sense!
From your actions, immediate, to all those hence-
Sans reality, inherent-inferences negative fade, to be sure!
You mind tried to convince you that your lies were plausible;
You heart has always known that this lay not in fact's realm!
Right now our ship, we both shall man the helm-
With love and understanding, all is possible!
Love in our hearts, we may conquer fears of the mind-
Allowance of time and space leave your ghosts behind!
Maurice Harris,18 June 2008
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Am I Allowed
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
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The Solitary Lily
The solitary lily, who refuses the valley where enamored;
The heart, once alive with same, now stammered
By a mind that imagines another's worst-
Becomes a flower in its own desert, forever cursed.
Uproot yourself from your harsh, parched terrain,
To the land that is e'er rife with amorous rain;
Sikerly, the way to this place must be fresh in your mind,
As you dwelled blissfully in this land, until others opined
Falsely that you were in need of aegis from your own haven.
Your heart fell victim to your muzzied mind, made raven
By the subjugation it allowed to an oligarchic view:
As if your rainbow were not glorious, despite its amative hue-
Which is why you sought this place, due all it posed to thee;
Alas, you chose another place, instead of the one that was supposed to be!
-Maurice Harris,28 August 2012
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