Rest Now In Peace, Father!
Father, never shall I understand, nor forgive, what it is that you did,
Nor too, shall I provide allowance for the mask, behind which you hid!
Many a person you have hurt, beyond any measure-
Yet, you went about your salacious way at your leisure!
Effected you have those that hardly even knew you-
Causal to unjust treatment for me, because of my relation to you!
The Prodigal Father, surely you could be labeled-
Fear and paranoia, under guise of maternal protection, you have enabled!
In many ways, you and I never even made acqaintance,
A monster, though, the King of the castle, I, one of your tenants!
Fodder has your behavior been, for fear irrational-
Led the way has this, for claims sensational!
Rest now in peace, Father-I can not, so do not, judge you:
Alas, my heart was broken upon the day I was forced to begrudge you!
Maurice Harris,12 January 2008
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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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I was made, not born
I was made, not born,
pieced together from broken parts.
I am many in one,
my father, not god but man.
Who could love someone as ugly as I?
Even my father turned away.
Who am I? What am I?
I was made, not born.
I was made, not born.
Casted out of civilized life.
Forced to call nowhere my home,
forced to live as an animal.
All have forsaken me,
condemned me to a life of fear.
I am a useless abomination.
I was made, not born.
I was made, not born.
Labeled as trash.
I got beaten and bludgeoned.
I'm a mistake. Monster, not man.
Thrown into shadows and covered by darkness.
As my anger intensifies, the day draws near
when I shall have my revenge
on my father Victor Frankenstein.
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A Father's Prayer
A Father's prayer...but to be with his ladies, unseen:
To see and aid them as they e'er too rapidly, grow;
Not a greater pleasure and honor in my life, will I know!
Has it been forever, since last I have seen?
A monster, named fear, took me away,
As though a death sentence to me each day!
All was tried, to rationalize actions taken,
Left was I: forlorn, heart-broken and forsaken!
I am the antithesis of all that about me, was said;
If there be truth inherent-wish myself would I, dead!
I have been asked to pay for crimes, not my own,
For others though, I have indeed penance, atoned!
All I have ever asked, was for the truth to emerge-
Surely it has indeed-soon to remove us from this scourge!
Maurice Harris,8 March 2008
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Ever-present Am I
Ever-present am I, the person whose hand
You were meant to hold, yet, you seem not to understand
That I am not the monster you would need me to be,
In oder that your cause of righteousness be anything but falsity!
Ne'er may you explicate proper, nor answer;
The more you deceive, the more it worsens, as a cancer!
From the moment of the choice you made,
Your standing, as a purveyor of truth, did fade!
Held cry, did you, under guise of maternal protection,
Though still not were you immune from truth's detection!
Falsity is easy to detect, especially when absurd-
No explication could justify this, nary a word!
Love defeats deception, as understanding does hate-
I unequivocally am trusting in the power of fate!
Maurice Harris,18 June 2008
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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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Martyrdom
Inside you, as I pen, is the lurking the answer;
The questions: a bit more complex, more a cancer!
Why, with motivation as had, believe your
Own lies, promulgate your own fear...what for?
Martyrdom only is a suit worn by few, if any;
Though martyrs alone, truly benefit many!
What then is causal to your belief herein?
What then was causal to your fear staying in?
Deeply, truly...you know what did transpire;
Why then, do you try as you do to make me a liar?
No one is angry...all do understand...assess no blame!
All too, want what is best for all...sans shame!
I love you more than enough to forgive all,
My family near again, enough to stand tall!
Maurice Harris,9 December 2007
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Secret Sisters (An Imagined Conversation)
'Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you!
My name is Abigail. What, pray tell, is your name? '
'Abigail, my name is Gabriella. To greet you
Is indeed my pleasure, I extend obligation to Him for same! '
'I confess, I knew your name, and for some time have sought you.
I am exalted that mine effort has brought you
Here before me, so that we may finally consort.'
'Why though, with me, do you wish rapport?
I know not a reason, as same now evades me-
I am overwhelmed by curiosity, which now pervades me.'
'I became quite interested in the facts of my birth,
So I began to sleuth, and for what its worth,
You and I are Sisters, Daughters of the same man.'
'This is wonderful news, which gladdens my spirit-
Why though, from you, and not my Mother, do I hear it?
It seems to me that this needs to be a part of her parental plan! '
'Sikerly, it was I that coerced this connection;
Mine own Mother silenced, under guise of maternal protection;
I desire personal privity, not opinion of another:
My opinion needs be prescient, not derived from my Mother;
This is my own journey of discovery, not a bother-
I need to know for myself, this man who is our Father! '
'I am eternally grateful that, in your plans, I have been included-
There shall be much-needed explication as to why we where precluded
From contact with our own Father; What possible reason
Might serve to justify this egregious treason! ?
Our's is a meeting that long-ago should have transpired:
It neeeded to be one our own Mother passionately desired! '
'Truer words hath ne'er been spoken-
This man is our Father, not some token
Relative, with which we share little connection;
We deserve his unceasing paternal love and protection;
As he, I am sure, wants for our love in return:
The unseen heart may still ardently yearn! '
At that very moment, the two Sisters decided
That there would be but one pact, with which they both abided:
A search for the relationship which heretofore, eluded them;
At the same time, a Father still fights for a life, which included them.
There is sure to be a singular confluence
That sees to this trinity's convergence-
A glorious day, envisioned 1,000 times, as aspiration
Shall one day meet with a wondrous actualization;
Then only, maya a Father's broken heart, find mend-
This is reality, with which e'en loftiest aspiration may not contend;
Alas, all that is real now, is a fanciful intuition
That one glorious day, this dream shall meet with fruition!
-Maurice Harris,30 January 2011
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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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Do Not Be Afraid, My Dear
Surely my love, without mention of such, I would be remiss,
Because my life was given its meaning from this!
Your love, of course, is that of which I speak-
Alas, now more than that, also your honesty I seek!
Do not be afraid, my dear, as I know you are- allow
For me to reign in the chaos to order- this is my vow!
Hopeful am I that you accept my offer
Best intentions and result, to you, I may proffer!
You have done your best to be her protector-
Let go now of that which is not- to reconnect her
To her Dad, and all that he means to and for her-
She for him, he for her- a Daughter, a Father!
Deceit has but a small, known shelf-life,
Yet truth lasts forever and defeats all- even strife!
Maurice Harris,11 January 2008
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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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Her Secret!
Long too forgotten, or so too should have been;
Not so though-mistrust abounded, now I am imprisoned!
Ne'er a thought, entered, nor an action, taken
Supportive of your fear, though still, me, you have forsaken!
Love never passes, for this is our test of time;
Sorrow and consequence are not just mine!
Stories were told, yet truth did emerge-
Banish did we, this horrific scourge!
Cursed by my Father,
Punishment for me, from many, other!
Needed we did each other, more then, than ever,
A love made immemorial; healing, not severed!
Wherever we are taken, from this place to another,
Always and ever am I her Father, and you, her Mother!
Reacted you did, to what you felt, wrong as it may be-
Truth emerged and set us apart, learned surely did we!
Hopeful I am in Justice, to put the past to rest;
At times, there are moments, we shall never forget, lest!
Learned are we now, of all consideration-
Wanton are we now for glimpses of our former infatuation!
Lonesome heart, wanton of vengeance or truth's gleam?
Please understand, my love, not always are things as they may seem!
Dying inside never needing not more
Than your hand in mutual understanding
Ever is this, ever is my heart, more demanding;
Ever encompassing, my heart, with those I do adore!
Maurice Harris,30 November 2007
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Truth Leads My Actions
Do you believe still, what your mind caused you to think?
In your heart, you know your cause lacks veracity-
Alas, like a desperate, dying animal-you fight with tenacity!
Your paranoia causes your world to change, before you may blink!
Ever did you think, you may not be right?
Removed have you, their Father, their friend-
For them, I shall wage on, until the bitter end!
Know do I my ultimate victory, as righteous is my fight!
Nothing good has come, from that day on,
This due His rejection of your sinister way-
You had but one choice, from that day!
Accept this and the truth-allow again, love's spawn!
Deserve not, do you, my tolerance and understanding-
Truth leads my actions, my cause quite commanding!
Maurice Harris,18 June 2008
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Ah, Summer
Ah, Summer; the last season of my discontent,
The last days of my forced internment-
May they be cloudless and temperate,
To mirror the desires of my heart, as I figure it
Is sure to be many a moon, where
I fear not the spectre of this gloom's stare.
Surely there are brighter days ahead;
Surely, the abject fear and darkness are dead!
May the Sun shine again, in my direction;
May it offer the aegis of its protection.
Should there be rains, let them nourish, not drown;
Should there be clouds, let them lift me up, not weigh me down.
Ah, Summer; with its end comes my rebirth;
Then I shall know again, what freedom is worth!
-Maurice Harris,27 June 2011
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My Precious Bequeath!
Whatever has been done to my precious bequeath;
Indubitably 'neath the surface, I gander beneath! ?
My family I cherished so few weeks ago-
Now here an entity I could barely even know!
Mother has become her 12-year-old self-
Maternal nature surely...to a point, on the shelf!
What is being for all others affected?
Not to mention it is I who all has rejected!
Be so wherever you may surely want to be!
Surely too though not to forget...father...me!
Happiest of holidays surely I have not had!
To be sure, for some time...without family...I will be sad!
Always, my love for thee, grows ever more deep;
Then too, always my price...ever so steep!
Maurice Harris,8 December 2007
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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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Thank you Heavenly Father
You are the one and only true God
Thank you heavenly Father, for being the on who has and still
working on my behalf
I think...no I know my puny mind could not figure
the whole thing out
not by myself,
I'd lost my sanity had it not been for you
years ago 'Thank you Father'
You are GOD and there is no other
and there will never, never, ever be another
Thank you Father
for giving me peace
you know how I run to you when I'd get alarmed
especially when I have a heavy heart while shedding tears
Thank you Father for forgiving me of
disobedience, contrary, behavior 'Thank you Father'
thanks for not allowing me to die in those sins I was in
Thank you Father for our union
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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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Father Boy
Oh Father Boy, Oh Father Boy
You didn’t see the signs
You didn’t hear a thing did you
Oh Father Boy, my dear
You didn’t see, you didn’t look, you didn’t listen either
You didn’t try to understand
You didn’t take the time
You weren’t a Father, Father Boy, you weren’t a Father, Father.
Oh Father Boy, Father Boy
When a Father has a Boy
To be a Father, Father see
You have to see the Boy
The Boy inside the Father
And the Father in the Boy
But Father Boy, Oh Father Boy
You just didn’t pay attention
For a Boy to be a Father, Father
He cannot be a Father Boy.
(Previously published in Megaera, #4, Fall 2000)
poem by Laurence Overmire
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Father Of Night
Father of night, father of day,
Father, who taketh the darkness away,
Father, who teacheth the bird to fly,
Builder of rainbows up in the sky,
Father of loneliness and pain,
Father of love and father of rain.
Father of day, father of night,
Father of black, father of white,
Father, who build the mountain so high,
Who shapeth the cloud up in the sky,
Father of time, father of dreams,
Father, who turneth the rivers and streams.
Father of grain, father of wheat,
Father of cold and father of heat,
Father of air and father of trees,
Who dwells in our hearts and our memories,
Father of minutes, father of days,
Father of whom we most solemnly praise.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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