No Matter Of Length
I live now a world away, yet thought of my proximity
Should not be a source of angst, but rather, unanimity;
A singularly solitary somniation, now fashioned by faith;
Does its existence beget its reality, or is it yet, a wraith?
I may not fashion this glory without moving toward its light,
Though, in so doing, may I cause its vanish from my sight?
If this be so, the answer seems to obviate, as an apparition;
Lo, as resplendence grows inversely with distance, it heightens my volition!
Two disparate purposes, each unique unto their own-
Though their seeming inalterable nexus, I do now bemoan!
To pay good riddance to the darkness, I welcome this change;
I am wholly unafeared, though this is scary and very strange-
Undaunted by fear, I use faith as my strength,
I will wait as long as I need, no matter of length!
Maurice Harris,7 June 2010
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This Glory Is My Invitation
A new world awaits;
I, in concert with the fates,
Must embrace this journey-
My destiny awaits, for me!
I am not whole here, sans its light-
I shan't allow its fleeting, before my sight;
Stride into this resplendence, I must-
In its ever-benevolent purpose, I trust!
This glory is my invitation;
I await my long-sought elation-
In this place, at this time-
For this viage, I am prime!
This beauteous, life-long somniation
Waits for me, to impart its realization!
Maurice Harris,5 June 2010
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Eternal Spring
Be not afeared of the future, lament not the past-
Look now to the glory before you and see to its last;
Mate not with doubt, use faith to cease its loom-
Your fortune is an eternal Spring, allow its bloom!
Trepidation should not be causal to a glory's vanish-
The future is decided not by fear's utter banish,
Yet, by staring it in the face, and acting according
To what shall, in spite of fear, offer glory's affording!
Thought contrary shall see to absolutely naught,
Except what you were afraid to do, you ought!
Ruminate not of what may stand in your way,
Ponder upon what is there, and shall stay;
Do not allow your elysian futurity's languish
By dwelling in the pall of your past's anguish!
Maurice Harris,7 June 2010
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My Faith
My Faith is all I need: it allows all that I believe;
There are no limits, so long as my heart and mind may conceive.
Surely it has been tested-necessary to know it exists-
Yet, when the calamitous clouds clear, its strength persists.
Faith is my only refuge, through a long, lonely night-
In an otherwise perpetual darkness, Faith is my only light!
This is all the aid I need, to suffer through any travesty-
Faith is my salvation, as I exalt in His Majesty!
Faith is my dream weaver, as I aspire to greater height:
The strength I possess, should I need to exercise might;
It resides in the safety of my heart, soul, and mind
And allows that I may leave even most grievous pain, behind;
Faith shines, upon my ultimate earthly destinations-
It is answer to all-past sorrows, current concerns, and future jubilations!
-Maurice Harris,8 February 2011
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Whenever
Whenever your heart avails itself of me;
This is the time that you shall know I am ready!
Whenever you are prime, to accept my undying devotion-
This is when you should embrace the foreign emotion
That is love, in all its gracious glory;
Whenevr you want to offer the world our ardor's story-
Which reads as a classic 'boy meets girl' amative,
With our hearts exalted, in their wondrous narrative!
Whenever you wish a reality, from what is now a wraith-
Whenever you desire the love and hope, built upon faith,
To be put into action, and at last, made to be real;
Whenever you seek the reciprocation of the love you now feel-
This is when your heart and soul become one, with mine-
When two disparate spirits do, at long last, combine!
Maurice Harris,12 May 2011
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She Is Extant
'Where is she? ', I wonder, as I lie down to sleep,
Only when I find her may I then keep
The promise I have held in my heart, for so very long;
Only then, may I satiate the passion, now so very strong,
For a mate for my long-ambattled, yet ever-deserving soul;
Somewhere, in this world of wonder, is mine-
Somehow, I will be made to again be whole,
When I finally find her and our souls combine
To form a unique unity, from a now-disparate duality-
Only when my audacious aspirations marry reality!
She is extant, my heart tells me so...
When dubiety lurks, my faith lets me know
That though I may not now see her,
The very next lady I meet, could very well, be her!
-Maurice Harris,1 September 2011
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I Thought You A Letter Today
I thought you a letter today-though it, I do not write-
I shall save its content until you are within my sight;
There exists so very much I wish to say,
Yet, I decided for same, to wait for the day
When your visage is not just in my mind and heart.When I am at last with you, I shall impart
Many, many thoughts that perhaps I have not shared;
Perhaps I was a feared, and thus, have not dared;
Still, as our union has been, by distance, slowed,
We have, as yet, not ventured down that beautiful road!
I have dreamt so many dreams I need to share,
Whence consideration is gathered upon we two, as a pair;
Each and every time when this somniation is rendered complete,
Only the ardor of our impending amorous amative, may compete!
-Maurice Harris,5 August 2010
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Hope, Faith And Love
To want-where need has not a home;
A craving resides in you, wheresoever you may roam-
It is overwhelming at times, can you even cope?
Where dreams meet with reality-this is Hope!
To know-where proof is never needed;
To answer a call only you could have heeded;
To believe-when Truth seems a wraith;
To feel...with all you are-this is Faith!
Love: inexplicably enigmatic...powerful beyond measure-
More inherent worth than all the world's treasure!
It wants all, does all and sees all-yet still, it astounds;
It forgives all, provides all and allows all-its power abounds!
All is assured, with these three abiding-
Alas, all is lost, when these, you are chiding!
Maurice Harris,28 February 2010
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Amorous Destiny
Patience, abundant-I await my love's imminent magnificence;
Understanding, effortless-we both endeavor toward its resplendence!
I do not know all the answers, but I am willing meet any and all query-
I give my heart completely-without any form of doubt, nor thought, leery!
I presume naught, yet, I hope for all my dreams to meet with fruition;
To make myself this vulnerable is wholly of my own volition!
To see a glory as this and allow its fleeting, I can not-
For if I possess the means to cause its lasting-I ought!
Though I know not incisively, her most closely-held thought-
I must, in spite of this, move ever closer to what I've always sought!
I reach for sentiment, proper-to explicate my soul's elation;
My heart, worn upon my sleeve with her-without a moment's hesitation!
I say to myself: 'one day, she shall see and celebrate with me,
What is and always hath been our amazing amorous destiny! '
Maurice Harris,9 May 2010
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A Hope For Tomorrow
I would very much like you to grow accustomed to my unceasing adoration-
For to covet thee is but my solitary vocation!
It took many a year and several, a time-
Yet, now it seems that you are at once, prime;
I was always ready, though not at all unafeared-
Of the spectre of amorous attraction which had then appeared,
Which called me ever-toward its magnificent resplendence-
I marvel each day at this hitherto elusive transcendence!
Though our parting was my soul's sweetest sorrow,
Its evidence inspires awe, as I ponder tomorrow
And all that it most certainly shall behold-
It is in this futurity's brilliance, our story shall be told;
I am forever endebted and always grateful-
Our amative yet to be, recompense for a life spent, always faithful!
-Maurice Harris,21 November 2010
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He Hath Given Me Knowledge
'Behold, He hath heard my cry by day,
And He hath given me knowledge by visions in the night time.'*
He hath too ensured a test of my faith, by way
Of separation from the object of my adorement, until the right time!
Were I left to my own devices, I would surely fail;
Because He loves me so very much, my Heavenly Father saw to avail
Me with the requisite strength of mind and faith of heart
To bide with patience, and await my true love's impart.
I would bide forever, if but rewarded with one day;
No matter of time, nor of distance, could cause my faith's allay;
I do not let doubt be; I carry not, worry;
I covet not, more devoutly; I need not, hurry;
Where and when He is assured that we are prime-
Then and only then, shall it be the right time!
*Book of Mormon,2 Nephi, Ch.4
-Maurice Harris,10 December 2010
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Thank You
Thank you, for your adoration, and for acceptance of that which I have for you;
Remember-I have no choice, but for to love you is what I have to do!
I trust that you know well, my sentiment-
Words are no longer needed, though compliment
My heart's silent, soul-inspiring symphony;
We together, are far more, than alone we
Could ever hope to be-I know this
Because, I have dreamt of same and they show this!
Thank you, for being both my reality and my aspiration-
For serving as a role model, heroine, and inspiration.
My divinely-inspired somniation shall meet with verity-
As time wends, the prophesy of my ardor's faith, meets more, with clarity.
The more I know, the more I want to know:
Wherever our future may lead, this is surely where I want to go!
-Maurice Harris,15 November 2010
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I lost my faith
One morning, I stumbled upon faith
Outside the doors of heaven’s gate
Wait! Wait! Wait!
Let me give it to you straight
I once had a temper with a rage
Hot enough to melt a steel cage
I lost my faith and that’s a reality
Lost were positives aspects of my personality
Crime and drinking was my trait
My slogan was 'Don't mess with me mate! '
Wait! Wait! Wait!
Let me narrate, I was overweight, I had no dates
I lost my faith on the doors of possibilities
Realising the world does not strive for equality
They scorned me for what I was
I lost my faith with its many flaws
Wait! Wait! Wait!
Let me update, with the intention to frustrate
By now you should understand
We all live in no man’s land
I thought, with exploding populations
What hope is there for our future generations?
So what is this faith?
So why keep the faith?
Then the answer came knocking on my door
Love and peace, unity, strength and more
I thought, “Why didn’t I think of this before? ”
A peaceful quietness above all
Faith in me has been re-installed
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I Learn Of Strength, Beauty, Love and Compassion
My heart resides with thee, its tutelar;
My consort with thee, in many ways didascalar-
I learn of strength, beauty, love and compassion;
Rare indeed, yet you possess and gift them, absent ration!
As each day passes to the morrow,
I learn more from thee, with hope to borrow
More permanence still, with the passing of days-
Hoping beyond all hope that this bounty stays!
I reside now in a state heretofore only in the scape of dream;
My reality supplants this aspiration, though real it did seem!
I must cause remind daily that this glory be not a wraith;
Proof positive this hath been, in the overwhelming power of faith!
I shan't cease erudition, thee not, pedagogy-same, contrariwise;
Sikerly this shall be our future, as in the morrow, the Sun shall again rise!
Maurice Harris,18 May 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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I AM, A Testament To Love
I would move mountains, even if for one day,
I were so fortuitous as to have the one, say:
'I love you and I have searched for you all of my days! '
I prayed for its genesis, and now I do, that it stays!
Whether this comes to pass is not now known,
Yet its glory has been foretold and now grown
To be magnificence in need of acceptance;
This is His gift, and we, humble appreciants!
Be not afeared of the love you now hold;
Its power frightens, yet it has been foretold
That our strength is possessed in our faith!
Should we believe, we may create from a wraith,
Something more beauteous, more permanent
Than life itself-I AM, a testament!
-Maurice Harris,19 May 2011
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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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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
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I Covet Not Only You
My every day, whether awake or engaged in somniation,
Certainly includes much in the way of lofty aspiration;
Beauteous dreams only-not my reality-
Yet, the former foretells their future duality:
In them, we have lived our wondrous life
Myriad ways, yet always as Husband and Wife!
I await this extraordinary futurity,
With a hopeful heart and a focused maturity;
I am enamored with you because I am supposed to be-
Unabashed, I celebrate same with all, yet, guard it close to me;
I may no longer deny, nor may I hide-
Verily, it has served as a tremendous source of pride;
I covet not only you, due your incomparable beauty,
But, also the man I am made from same-both my solemn duty!
-Maurice Harris,30 December 2010
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Unfinished Opus
You, my beloved, are my unfinished opus;
Though now we lead disparate lives, my hope is
That, through the Grace of God, we will meet again,
And this long-hoped-for consort may finally begin!
Like two melodic diapasons, without a chorus,
He alone, may provide cause, for us
To believe in our still-unseen Providence...
We need only demonstrate our faith, through patience!
We must cause our minds to believe
What now, only our inspired hearts may conceive:
We are but one song, fashioned by two instruments;
We alone may ensure our future makes sense
Of what is now only aspiration, for want of reality-
Only we make make a harmonic unity, out of our duality!
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Abigail (3 March 2010)
One day I shall share, what was not my volition-
I shall do this without any form of contrition;
My lacking for you is not of my own choosing-
In this circumstance, it is all who are losing!
Like the valiant Knight,
Who, disregards fear or fright,
I shall keep your concern, foremost-
In my thoughts e'er-my mind, your grace's host!
Today, the world celebrates your birth;
Always art thou causal, my magnificent mirth-
My elation, though now fiercely coffered,
Whence we are prime, shall be fastly offered!
Though on this day I am not within your sight,
You are foremost in my thoughts, each and every night!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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