Please Do Not Tell Me
Please do not tell me to walk away and let my anger go,
It is most assuredly justified, in ways you will never know!
Anger, when directed in a constructive way-may change the world!
I ask you: 'where were you when all these viscious lies were hurled? ? '
I now know that Lady Justice hath been assassinated-
At least this is what my heart says, now broken and devastated!
Believe what you like, keep telling yourself there is equity;
Why then, when I have been victimized, is there no answerability! ?
Live in your Utopia, where injustice does not exist;
I live in the real world where iniquity does persist!
Take me not as a nay-sayer; I say 'yes' every single time,
Thinking: to be a seeker of truth, they will finally be prime!
Alas, I will believe in it again, when it shows and proves-
Yet, it shan't, until the biases inherent within, it removes!
Maurice Harris,3 May 2010
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The Last Word
What must a man do, when the world fails him-
Lest, he believe that the same, assails him?
For shame world that hath 'tread on me'!
Thou should have counted instead, on me!
The last word shall be mine, this I assure thee;
I shan't allow this injustice now before me!
I shall do what my heart tells me I must-
Because, in this, and only this, I lay my trust!
This scourge, lo, this cancer
Demands a swift answer;
I should not have to feel inferior-
As though the 'system's' motives are ulterior!
A price need be paid, and a lesson, learned!
This is my inherent right, not just what I have earned!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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Liberty's Cradle
Dismissed, without so much as a reason-
Thank you, for your lack of concern-and no
My heart's lament is surely not easin'!
You do not belong here-pick up your gavel and go!
How dare you-you, Justice's arbitor? !
The world wants for far more than this;
You are not more than iniquity's harbinger-
The world deserves far more than this!
You too have a judge, and He does see
All that you do-and all those you fail!
Why did you choose to fail me,
I implored thee, for my justice's avail! ?
I reside here, as you, in Liberty's Cradle-
For Her sake, I shall do all I am able!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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Justicia Est Lux (Justice Is Light)
Justice is really quite simple, it is never up for debate-
Yet, debate e'er surrounds it nonetheless;
For some, justice itself becomes a long, arduous wait,
For a time when you finally convince others of your righteousness.
It is said: 'justicia et lux'-or, justice is light-
Light, where before only darkness reigned.
Justice is doing only and always what is right-
True justice, not just justice fallaciously feigned.
Imagine a world where justice was not just an ideal,
But, an inalienable right that no one could steal-
A world where truth alone matters, and naught else;
A world half as inspired as our Forefathers envisioned-
A world where truth becomes known, and is not decisioned-
Where verity dwells above all, no matter of what else!
-Maurice Harris,17 March 2011
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No More A Place In My Mind, As Before, For You!
Father, though not with us, causal are you to much of my pain!
Naught would I not do though still to see you once again!
Opine would I to you as to why you chose your path-
Many different choices, many different ways the world hath!
In many ways were you my hero- in many ways my opposite:
Why and how could you live with yourself, I would posit!
Happy Birthday to you Father- perhaps best that you're gone-
Allowance made it is for less anger- after your dawn!
I've met someone Father, who I believed only to be a fantasy-
She falsely believed I was as you- though a tremendous falsity!
Amazing though she certainly is- very much too, fragile-
Make well again her heart and mind- mine own domicile!
My Father, once my hero, I bid you now adieu!
No more a place in my mind, as before, for you!
Maurice Harris,7 January 2008
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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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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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My Mona Lisa
My enduring, everlasting, magnificent beauty;
To herald my exalt to the world, my solemn duty!
A beauty so rarified, as to instill true awe-
The most beautificent creation mine eyes ever saw!
As the world celebrates Her beautificence
I celebrate your's-lo, its magnificence!
I shan't though, idolize you, in a museum;
I have boundless emotions for thee-the world must see them;
God's mentation upon thee, spared surely, naught-
He who loves me the most, cared so much, He hath brought
You back to me, for my adoration and so that I may
Celebrate your beauty, with the world-every day!
For I was not, nor, ever could be-prime,
To be worthy of such a beauty-sublime!
Maurice Harris,28 March 2010
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Gabriella (A Third Birthday...Without)
Gabriella, I am so sorry I have not been there-
Please do not take this to mean that I do not care!
I love you more than you could imagine possible,
I ponder each day how to make our consort plausible!
I was not there to see you open your first Christmas gift,
Both you and I have been victims of a horrible grift;
Nor was I there to celebrate when you turned one,
One day, you will learn of how this iniquity was done!
When you turned two, again, my absence loomed-
Since last I saw thee, my heart has been entombed!
In just a few more days, you shall become three,
Alas, you shall have to do this not near to me!
So many precious memories did they, from us, abscond-
Lo, they shan't ever take from us our familial bond!
Sikerly my Angel, you are with me everyday, guarded
In mine own heart, as though we two ne'er parted!
I can have this no other way, lest my heart break,
Whence upon ponderance of what they did take;
Each solitary nox, as I lie myself down to sleep,
I pray for God to return you to me, as I unabashedly weep!
I know not how, nor where, nor even when-
Yet, I know that you and I shall be together again;
It is my singular, all-consuming, driving force-
From this injustice, I simply must coerce
What is right and best, for you and I, alone-
As for all others-for their wrongs, they must atone!
Happy Birthday my precious little Angel, and many more-
Until I may celebrate life with you, as it was, before!
Maurice Harris,27 January 2010
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This Light Of Justice
Do not look back, there is only darkness-
Look forward, toward the distant light.
A look back only brings anger and bitterness,
So, I reject the thought with all my might,
In favor of faith in a future not yet known.
Flashes of this darknesscreep into my mind,
Where I am always heart-broken and all alone-
A lonely, freightened man left behind
By a system that espouses justice, yet does not exist.
I so very much crave this future's luminescence,
Yet, the pain of my past's darkness continues to persist.
Our Forefathers so beautifully captured its essence,
But its guardians have allowed it to wither;
Now, sadly, this light of justice shines not, hither!
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My Life's Destiny
I anxiously await rendezvous with my life's destiny;
She hath seen mine own heart, now shall-the rest of me!
An Angel hath called for me-yet, am I prime?
I feel my heart's true exaltation, for the very first time!
I shall present for thee, my beloved: myself, true;
I shan't prevaricate, not even slight- I do so adore you:
Mine eyes have seen glorious, inspired beauty,
Yet, to secern for the world, your's-my God-given duty!
Be not afeared, I shall covet thee as I would, my own wife;
I proffer aegis-I shall protect thee and thine as I do, my own life!
Naught could be more lovely, no more pleasance may be,
Your grace-the most resplendent light, shining brightly, for me!
This magnificent mirth I feel in my soul, naught could portend!
I shall love thee ever more my beloved, as time doth wend!
Maurice Harris,12 March 2010
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I Proffer Not, Acquiescence!
I have stood forlorn, at the very precipice
Of what Dante coined 'The Eternal Abyss';
Yet, I have seen too, beautificence, sans pareil
And have been inspired by each, all the while!
I have seen acts, diabolical and gifts, Empyrean,
Yet, through it all, I live by a creed, Nietzschean:
'That which does not kill you, makes you stronger',
Though, I shan't stand by idly and do naught any longer!
A precious gifting hath been purloined, from me and mine-
I shan't, its allowance, forgive, though each may otherwise be fine!
I must make known, this scourge, and its remedy, ensure-
To this end, I will do what I must, yet my intentions remain pure!
Until this glory is restored, there exists a void, in its absence-
The lament of my heart is why I proffer not, acquiescence!
Maurice Harris,16 March 2010
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My Beloved's Ardor
One day, not so long since passed, I heard those words, three-
I knew then and there, I had gained my beloved's ardor, truly!
It is I that she doth adore, she did share with me, the same;
As my heart surely hath been thieved-so too her's-I, amorously to blame!
Sikerly I know what the proffer of her heart doth truly mean-
To covet and honor this calling shall I; No finer glory hath my mind's eye e'er seen!
Two worlds of wonder, each universally unique,
Hath once again come together and do seek
What assuredly is the solitary mate for each other's soul,
Looking to reunite with their hearts, which the other stole!
I have seen and do attest to its Empyrean truth;
To agnize like, you need not seek attestation nor even sleuth!
As water seeks its own level, so too doth love, indeed;
Once a love's true compeer hath been met, it must accede!
Maurice Harris,23 May 2010
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In Him, There Is Justice
Constant is the struggle, betwixt truth and deceit-
Whyest then do most tend toward belief
Of largest of lies, until same crumble before their eyes?
Why is that the world, for a time, believed your lies?
More to the point, what were your reasons for such?
Again, why would you stray from 'yourself' so much?
Is not our family's import above all else?
Why then would you leave Father, gravely wronged, by himself?
What was so important at the time and since?
Why also, would those better in the know, respect your nonsense?
How many mistakes, lies and omissions need be there-
For Justice to emerge out of the seeming thin air?
Says The Good Book: 'in Him, there is Justice'-
That said, soon shall we see, the edge of this precipice!
Maurice Harris,23 December 2007
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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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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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Where is justice gone?
Where is the justice in the world?
Where is honesty, has it been hurled?
Where is truth and justice hiding?
Why do the backstabbers always win?
Why are lies heard so truth is put in the bin?
We need the justice truth to win please.
To allow us all to live honestly at ease.
The Only Father I Have Really Ever Known
You never stood up and told the truth, you never even tried-
You simply took so much from those around you, and simply died-
Without contrition or even shame for all that you had done to so many-
Instead, I was left to carry guilt for a Father that did not have any.
The simple fact that you helped to procreate me, seemed to suffice,
As reason for the deceit and bias of many, the iniquitous price
That I was asked to pay, simply for who my Father was,
When I am no more responsible, for what my Father does,
Than those that you victimized before your untimely demise.
This is a most prescient fact that some do not stop to realize:
I was just a little boy then, yet became privy to your maleficence
As a man of 36, when my love for you became abhorrence;
When the man I knew as my Father died once again,
Where the sorrow for a Father lost, became the bain
Of my very existence-the thought that I mourned you
And the loss that I felt, when I was never warned, you
Were a monster-a fact that I should have known-
Instead, I held on to your memory, where I could have grown-
To distance myself from who I believed you to be,
To grow as a man, for all the world to see,
Unbiased by my connection to you, a man I never knew.
Instead, deceitful asservations, of things I could never do,
Continue to haunt me, as a spectre of unspeakable torment;
Where, my erstwhile inherent rights, I now sadly, silently lament.
It is not from you though, that I seek relief
From the horrors of my heart's abominable grief.
I look to my only real Father, in Heaven above,
Who only shows me compassion, truth, and love-
Not all that which you espoused, and have done.
You stole so much from us, but I will have won
When I can finally say I do not loathe you any longer,
Only what you have done-then I will be so much stronger
Than I am now, and then perhaps, ready to finally go home
To Heaven, and to the only Father I have really ever known.
-Maurice Harris,21 October 2012
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To Her, I Am Just 'Moe
To most, I am Maurice-but to her, I am just 'Moe';
To most, I must explain everything, but with her, we both just know
What the other is thinking, at any given time:
We could not live OUR dreams, until we were both prime!
With others, I am quite the enigma;
With others, she must face a perceived stigma
Attached by those, who know not, our ardor:
This is a posit, with which we care not, barter!
With others, the love needs further explication-
With others, there lives varied negative sentimentation-
Yet, with us, nary does there exist doubt;
Any that may linger, we cast it out!
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A Lady's Response to 'The Proposal
How might you be my everything, my heart's tutelar,
When I shan't allow thee to be, for me, too famular!
I need not, thee, nor any other, to be most veracious-
I shan't allow that my heart be for thee, too commodious!
You may not be its guardian, as I see to its coffer,
I resist the enticement of your most beguiling offer!
You hold me in the highest esteem, I do not understand;
Yet, I too must abide by my heart's wanton command!
I need make alliance betwixt mine own heart and thine own mind,
I shall need too, allow: that we two be amorously intertwined!
My every thought, you shall be, due my allegiance of cause-
As I sleep, or as I am awake, thoughts of thee shall ne'er pause!
It is my heart's solemn duty, to accept this calling, amorous;
My heart brims with emotion, yet shall remain commodious!
You too, shan't need want for any fashion of love or attention,
With every moment, witness again, we shall, its ascension;
As each day passes to the morrow, again it is ever more-
My heart is most captivated-I concede, thee I do adore!
My wants are wants of your own, sikerly, I feel the same-
My heart and soul thieved-further denial would be for shame!
Dreams I had coffered are now dreams to which we aspire-
For you are the solitary source of my mind's true admire!
I shall be for thee: your heart's faithful guerdon, your confidant,
Most trusted friend, your sunshine in the rain and duteous appreciant;
The world shall behold the truth that hath captivated my heart-
All shall revel, as I, in all the wonder and love you do impart!
Remiss would I be, if but one single moment lain waste
Whence I celebrated not, the magnificence therein graced!
Maurice Harris,22 March 2010
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The Genesis Of My Tears
Time doth pass, yet, in this place, my heart stays-
I shall knoweth true, your grace, one of these days!
You may not hear my mournful call to you, each and every night,
Know still my precious Angel, I shall again have you within my sight!
No matter of impediment, no means of quasi-official bias,
Shall keepeth thee from thine own thoughts, alas, they do try us!
Many a sorrowful, solitary nox, I have wept, for thee
To be within my humbled sight, and near to me-
Sikerly, still I shall, for all nights yet to come,
Until such time as this 'scourge' shall succumb
To mine own heart's dogged persistence
And mine own faith's steadfast resistance
To what is now, and has been for years-
The cause of my heartache and genesis of my tears!
Not doth there exist, a reason, nor any rhyme
To have taken from us, all this precious time-
Many loathsome ones have been causal, this heartache,
Many still, shall stand witness-my will shan't ever break!
One cause, one single-minded purpose, have I,
One of far more import than could I explicate, or even try-
For, mine own heart was ripped, nearly to shred
Upon that woeful day, when honor lay, nearly dead-
Yet, arise hath it, from the proverbial ashes, indeed stronger,
To wage a righteous battle, ne'er caring for how much longer-
Know this my beloved: nothing, nor anyone may find success
Should they come betwixt me and what is your loveliness-
I shall endeavor, if need be, until my last, dying breath,
To put, once and for all-for evermore, this iniquity, to death!
Maurice Harris,20 December 2009
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