Not A Friend In The World
Not a friend in the world- everyone is gone,
All I have is all I need- the truth in my heart!
Friends' disappearance for purpose- soon to return at my term's dawn-
Back shall they be led to where I've been from the start!
Promises they have made, are they keeping true?
Life must I get as earned, a beginning anew!
Truly, deeply I love thee, no regret of past,
When love takes hold of you- surely it lasts!
Reality reigns victorious over all surreal,
Reality is all your heart is able to feel!
Many times and in many ways I have thought
Of ways the best recourse- all negative, I've fought!
In need of my best friends swift return,
Back to the life of wonder we did earn!
Maurice Harris,5 April 2008
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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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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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Know Not Do I When, Nor Where
Though know not do I when, nor where-
I shall dwell with thee, this I swear!
Though know not do I what, nor how
I shall give all to thee, all He shall allow!
My heart does yearn for your tender embrace,
The love I fancied my life entire, I no longer chase!
My only want: to be nearer still, ne'er too close,
Though my life's true love, it was not I that chose!
My life's purpose, heightened by your presence-
My life's love, defined by your essence!
Truly, deeply do I love thee-more surely than you know,
Though beyond measure, with time's passage-surely still to grow!
Alas, chosen for me by a power much greater than I,
Though know not do I how, ne'er more certain can be why!
Maurice Harris,12 November 2008
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Love Is The Most Powerful And Lasting of Emotions
Reality! Amazing is it not, with how much haste
It does return when your mind is not being laid waste
To paranoia and fear, ne'er before seen here?
Not fair is this to any involved- I think- as I shed another tear!
Time past must assuredly be telling- you chose the wrong path!
Ne'er too late is it though to rekindle the fire we two hath!
Love is the most powerful and lasting of emotions-
Span it does across the world, over the largest oceans! !
What may I ask are you now waiting upon?
The day of your judgment, has already again reached its dawn!
The suffering I have endured has nearly my life, taken,
Why has the love of my life, labeled me and foresaken! ?
If you're wrong and not of the adverse opinion,
Then must you be back to reality, or at least, to be, begining!
Maurice Harris,3 January 2008
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You Must Be Numb To Love
Why would you allow fear to drive your happiness away?
How could you allow yourself to change, so much, in one day?
Since when has a man become defined by another?
Why would you transform, from loving partner, to vengeful Mother?
You have cause more pain than you could possibly imagine!
You have cost us both greatly, from this day on!
Lies, ommissions and fantasy, have made me your pawn!
You actually became you own worst nightmare, allow it now to end!
Your false martyrdom is keeping you from what is real;
You must be numb to love, hate is all you feel!
Reality calls you now, please allow for its return-
As for my love, with work, that is something you may again, earn!
Your mind, at times, plays tricks on you-
Aid is all around you, up to you what to do!
Maurice Harris,22 January 2008
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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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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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Blessed Be Thy Grace
The stranger inside of you affects each of us every day,
Falsity is her name, from her you must stray!
She took from us all we have ever loved and more,
Ask must you now- why, what for?
That fateful day so long now ago removed by time,
Was but the start of purpose for this rhyme!
Taken from reality- to surreal and bizarre,
Asked I have a thousand times- how did your mind wander so far! ?
It has cost me so much more than mere days or weeks,
Listen now my love to heart and the torment it speaks!
Ache it does for your presence restored,
Blessed be thy grace- blessed be thy Lord!
Ever present within my heart- as always,
Is your love, to comfort and strengthen- there it stays!
Maurice Harris,27 March 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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Alone, Without Her Touch!
Lord, grant me the strength to become, through my pain,
One who may show all his best, in the face of other's worst!
Allow me to find my heart's keeper once again,
Allay for her, all her fears, from which, she is cursed!
My prayer to Thee, at all times I am able-my love's return-
The call I place out to my family-allow them please, to hear!
I have tried in living my life, righteous and sincere,
To have You protect and guide me, a gift I hope I have earned!
Alone here I sit, ne'er though am I lonely,
I have love inside my heart-only
I am not privy to my precious bequeath:
For this to come to me, more the soon-I do beseech!
For all other things in life mean not very much!
Man is lonely without his love-alone, without her touch!
Maurice Harris,18 March 2008
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My Heart, Gifted To Thee, With Service And Loyalty
Always and forever, precious moments in time,
Life's purpose, through your love defined!
My heart, gifted to thee, with service and loyalty,
Treat thee I shall alwaays as beauteous royalty!
Magical, indescribable feelings of grandeur
Define my thoughts considerate of your allure!
I would give all, at times, to hold your hand,
My love for thee too powerful for others to understand!
As though beginning as a small stream,
Ever widening into a vast river, hard to believe- not a dream!
Expanding still, each day, to the size of an ocean,
Still this pales in describing the height of my emotion!
Every day that passes sees my love's increase,
ne'er still shall it be seen to decrease!
Maurice Harris,3 April 2008
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Why...Has My Angel Forsaken Me?
Why, I ask, has my Angel forsaken me?
Where has my charmed life now taken me?
I was the most fortuitous man in all the land,
Simply because I was allowed to hold your hand!
Like a flash, my life turned tragically, upside down-
Where once, with constancy, I smiled-now, I am constant, with a frown!
Justice has let me down, in a myriad of ways;
Lo, injustice fades with time, though love stays!
That which you felt to be so very real
Can not be so, runs it does, contrary, to all you feel!
My love for thee stays strong, guarded, in my heart,
Built has it, from that November day, when it did start!
All of my life, I have awaited your presence,
For the rest of my life I shall honor your true essence!
Maurice Harris,26 March 2008
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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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Not Just For Today
Not just for today, not just for tomorrow,
Naught shall erase my heart's deepest sorrow!
Can one not visage inexplicable acts-
Nor the inescapable truth of incontrovertible facts! ?
Pain and disappointment do run deep, indeed;
Regret and shame, in your world, does not exist!
Cut deeply did your actions, though I did not bleed-
My heart as its own keeper, love persists!
Never could you have been more wrong at all-
Nor could you have disgraced yourself more, complete!
Return now, you must, to the time before your fall,
Only then shall your heart be replete!
Never would I have imagined a day more mistaken-
A day I must coffer, so as to keep my heart from again breaking!
Maurice Harris,17 June 2008
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My Love Is A Symphony
All my love, expressly delivered to you,
My hopes and dreams have all come true!
My heart I give, with trust and fidelity:
Without hesitation or any form of ambiguity!
Nary does a moment pass without thought of thee,
This is surely what life ought to be!
Wholly and completely, I offer you my heart,
Ne'er shall even our demise cause our part!
All is owed to thee and to the fates,
Our love strengthens as time abates!
With me have you been for my life, whole:
Mere thought of thee, felicitous to my soul!
My love is a symphony, you, it's conductor:
My heart now resides with you, as it's abductor!
Maurice Harris,28 October 2008
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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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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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Father's Day 2008
What is Father's Day, without the Guest of Honor?
Is it then a celebration of that which was, formerly?
Because, now Father is absent, he is gone, or
Is he? His presence looms with thee, there, nearly!
How have we come to be here, without one another?
The 'love of your life'-oh, really? Then why believe your own deceit?
You must ensureth your mind's heal, then only-befitting, a Mother!
Otherwise, your life's journey shall render your pain's repeat!
With Father, our family is surely completed-
Lo, lacking same: empty, my heart; my soul, depleted!
Why do you not see, as do all others
Your want for return, fastly, of your drothers?
Father loves Mother, indeed more than he ought-
Return, must we, our happiness, with nary another thought!
Maurice Harris,15 June 2008
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A Love, As Our's, Shan't There Be Compare
I shall love thee at all times, and in ways, innumerable-
My love for thee shall be without precedent-incalculable!
I shall love thee, at times e'en despite yourself;
Most gracious and giving may I be, owing to my heart's melt!
Though deserving of it, at times, debateable
You are solely causal for my heart, so stable!
Ne'er again shall I be without your love;
Ne'er again shall thee need want for wonderful thoughts of!
My love for thee can and shall have caused movement of mountains;
Causal it has been to the crossing of most vast of oceans!
Nary an impediment may be placed betwixt,
My love, surely e'en my broken heart may be fixed!
A love, as ours, shan't there be compare;
Amazedly gaze, do all others, fixed be their glare!
Maurice Harris,31 December 2007
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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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