Solemn Promise
A Father, relieved of his duty, by the appalling ignorance of men;
Due to obvious deceit, my rights were absconded, again and again!
All the ideals I had come to believe in and covet, as absolute,
Were ignored-I wonder, how can so many be so terribly dilute?
Forced to respond, in a manner not befitting an honorable man;
Yet, so as to not abandon her, I must do all that I am able, all that I can!
Where justice is denied, though it is your inalienable right,
You must take it-through all your actions and with all your might!
Soon, surely, you will be called to task;
Remove I shall, your shameful mask,
Exposing you and your deeds to all;
Inglorious indeed, shall be your fall!
Long since ago, I made a tacit, yet solemn promise-
My actions hence forth, assumed from this premise!
Maurice Harris,9 April 2010
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This I Can Not Take
Utter disappointment does not even begin to describe
The emotions I feel now, as I am moved to scribe!
What must be done, so that justice reigns! ? !
Truth is the only 'side'-nowhere near what she feigns!
I have valiantly served, for rights now denied;
What about my Daughter-who, but me, is on her side! ?
The bias, driven by fear illogical, obviates;
The resultant lack of respect devastates!
When is the natural order to be restored?
When will my righteousness no longer be ignored?
Play no longer, this game of empty threats-
Take me in front of my peers, and see what that gets! !
If but my honor was all that was at stake,
I would bow, yet to abandon her-this I can not take!
Maurice Harris,26 April 2010
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To Support And Defend
Unwillingly wading, as I am, in a sea of discontent,
As though I have not a home, awaiting the latest torment;
All hath been absconded-to include 'rights', guaranteed-
Where is my aegis whence I am in need?
To think, I placed myself into 'harm's way'
To help ensure we all remain free every day;
Yet, all the ideals for which I have fought
Seem to stand 'mute'-are they all for naught?
I hold now before you, that upon which you've tread-
Lest you believe otherwise, nothing may stand in its stead:
I have sworn 'to support and defend'-
To my charge, I am steadfast, to my bitter end!
Your day of reckoning shall come surely, fast;
Lessons shall be taught-hopefully, to last
Long after I am gone, for posterity's sake-
I shall do whatever it may take!
To say I am heart-broken is not nearly to understand;
I simply do as my lofty beliefs unwaveringly command:
I shan't allow your ignorance and malice to reign,
You have been causal to a great deal of pain!
Not just whence I am the one concerned-
For far too many, a resplendence has withered!
Take this as heed, that a gauntlet hath been dropped-
I revel not in this role- yet, your depravity hath ne'er stopped!
Ne'er shall I accept this injustice, this cancer-
All those responsible for such, shall be called to answer!
Ne'er shall I bow down and simply take what you have doled,
It is you, for whom the bell has tolled!
Maurice Harris,19 June 2010
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Most Ardently, Most Passionately
I love you most ardently, in everything that I do-
I love you most passionately-yet, how might this be true! ?
The way you talk, your voice, those lips of crimson red;
The way you walk-I pay homage to the ground upon which you tread;
Only what you give to me is that which you promise me-
You know that you owe me naught, but to treat me honestly!
I know not bound, nor limit, to how much I loveth thee-
Nor may I count the myriad ways in which I covet thee;
They are both innumerable, as is their origin, Empyrean-
Naught may serve, not even the most beautiful sonnet, Shakespearean-
To properly explicate, to any, the depths of my ardor;
Words may not suffice as such, to enlightenment's barter!
As words surely fail, perhaps my actions make, for others, real-
What it is that I most ardently, most passionately, feel!
-Maurice Harris,27 Spetember 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 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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Why?
Why? It seems to be the only question I can ask,
To be sure though, once free, you shall be taken to task!
What you have done should be done to no man,
Lest you seem to forget all that for which I stand!
Have you lost control of that for which made you different?
The glory of yours which to the world was prescient!
Someone I do not care to know has been leading
Your actions, making your decisions-a demon's pleading!
Release yourself, with it your guilt shall relieve,
Allow yourself a chance to truly grieve!
You have lost more than you can care to think,
All because you panicked and acted falsely- before you could blink!
Look back to that which was real and true-
You shall see past your deceit, to the real me, the real you!
Maurice Harris,9 May 2008
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The Promise
Accept me, I am the love that has always stayed;
Embrace me, I am the feelings that you forbade;
Want for me, as I surely do, want for you,
Desire for me, as my desire, I flaunt for you!
You sought me, yet, were you prepared for what you found?
We have become for each, a love which does serve to astound!
Much reason is there, that our consort had been abeyant,
Now though, each is, for the other: most duteous appreciant!
Wait for thee, I shall, until the Sun stops shining, if need be;
'That which is most glorious is worth the wait', shall my creed, be!
Covet thee, most certainly, as for me, this comes most naturally;
Need for thee, an exalted feeling I esteem most integrally!
For these reasons and others, myriad- this promise I make-
I shall bide for thee, no matter the time it may take!
Maurice Harris,7 April 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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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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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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Do You Believe In Miracles?
The query might be: 'Do you believe in Miracles? '-I say, yes;
After the events of the last two weeks, I know I am truly bless'd!
I was taken, briefly, so that His assurance could surely reach me;
'Live your life as though every day were your last', He did beseech me!
To which I made reply: 'I shall indeed, my Father, as you did ask;
In the glorious exaltation I now feel, I shall continue to bask!
Where I want, I'll make widely known, without any form of contrition;
For but to loveth the Angel You sent, is not of my own volition;
You determined, as I couldn't, where my happiness could be found-
A life, with a love who fashions a felicity I could ne'er expound!
Thank you, my Father, I am now and forever, in Your debt,
You have given unto me, something that, alone, I could never get!
You have made ME a miracle-my life, entire, I shall spend
To make recompense for same-though, I will never fully comprehend! '
Maurice Harris,4 April 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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I See...
I oft ruminate upon what shall surely be-
I shall now proffer the glory of what I do see:
I see sunny days, with skies, bereft of cloud,
Wondrous emotions, I could not hope to shroud;
I see my jollity, exposed, for the world to behold,
I see a life, wherest the path is paved with gold!
I bear witness to my heart made to be weak,
Whence I ponder, the love, that for so long I did seek!
Yet, fortified am I, by this very same beauty-
Constancy of adoration, shall be my solemn duty!
I am but a man, yet with thee, a King, you, my Queen,
As I ponder upon what shall be, even what has been!
I count myself most fortuitous-thee, most beautificent star,
I shall covet thee, no matter of distance-near to me, or far!
Your's is a beauty, more than all else, rarified-
So too then, shall same be, by me, glorified!
I shan't be remiss-to watch my star, idly fall,
I simply must answer this-my heart's urgent call-
To dutiful action...paint me selfish, or even self-serving-
Yet, to drink in your resplendence, I am most deserving!
Ne'er shall I have even hoped, to have been prime,
For it was ne'er my choosing whence it was my time-
This was written long ago, in His very own hand,
It is only for my embrace, ne'er for me to understand!
I envision a world filled with myriad, beauteous emotion-
The celebration of such, shall be my life-long devotion!
Obligation is owed to you, for this and so much more,
For, you are this beauty I do so very much, adore!
Maurice Harris,25 January 2010
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Human Rights’
In a civilised land
That accepts duty to all
Citizens have rights
Some great, some small
This is how things should be
To those who value
Truth and fairness
And justice and decency
But those who treasure money
And the power of wealth
Seek to remove such rights
Through deceit and stealth
They claim that duty
Comes before such rights
But they accept no obligation
For causing another’s plight
Obligation before rights
Is their loud refrain
But fulfilling their own duties
Is something they distain
For rights are for the powerful
Whilst duty is for the poor
And decency and justice
The Country provides no more
Human Rights matter
To ensure justice for all
For saints and for sinners
For all people great and small
The alternative is ugly
With justice a forgotten myth
With power replacing fairness
And a society that is truly sick
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Magnificent Beauty
Magnificent beauty, where for art thou?
Your mind hath failed thee, doth this, allow?
All opined by thee, not of thought, inherent-
Not of thine heart, rather, fragile mind-apparent!
Reckoning day shall soon be before you,
Then perhaps, emotions real, restor'd too!
Counter were your actions, to sayeth very least-
Alas, lurking beneath-a horrible, altered beast!
Utter disappointment, have your actions been-
When the dust doth settle, either, you lose, or you win!
A lesson our children should've ne'er been made privy to-
In large part, made are we of actions, of all we do!
Allow now supplant of reality, for unkind delusion-
Then only, solution appears for your mind's illusion!
Maurice Harris,6 July 2009
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My Country 'Tis Of Thee
I love my country, why does it not love me?
I ponder my country's import, why does it not, of me?
I sacrificed for Her, why does She not sacrifice for me?
Only the best for Her, yet, why no satisfice, for me?
I have bled for Her but She does not bleed for me;
I love and need Her so, yet She has no need for me!
When I needed Her so-the very most,
She has been naught, but an illusive ghost!
Where is this ever-present aegis She promised?
That for which my whole life has been premised;
Though She surely failed me, I shall not fail Her;
I seek only whole agnize of same, I shall not assail Her!
I now blanket myself in Her most beauteous work-
From this right, er, this solemn duty, I shall not shirk! !
Maurice Harris,15 February 2010
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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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Though I Am Not Now With Thee
Each night, as I lay me down to sleep,
Ever-mindful of the promise I shall keep,
I pray for respite in my heart's lament,
Needing just a glimpse of the magnicifent
And beauteous creations, made in my own image-
If but only for a brief time, to take in their visage!
Nothing, nor anyone may alter my faith, inexorable;
Nor too may they change one simple fact, inescapable-
I am their Father, I should not have to beg or plead
For their consort and pleasance! ! But for one need
Have I, one all-consuming lacking-once a glory, now a void!
Time and their company only may rebuild what you destroyed!
Though I am not now with thee, know this please:
I have an emptiness in my heart only you may appease!
Maurice Harris,24 April 2010
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My Smile Has Left Me
My smile has left me, gone it is with my 'innocence'!
Why then, may I ask you, have I suffered the only consequence?
How then are you now? And our family- well I hope?
Able to now know how to rationalize your actions in order to cope?
I am the 'love of your life'- none other has achieved this height!
Why then do you choose fear and deceit, ignoring love's might?
Do you not know that if guilt were present- your cause would be just?
Instead, you have espoused lies and omissions, nothing true- know you must!
The fates are perturbed with you, as we now are not near!
Their ethereal screams of displeasure- the whole world must hear!
Lost in all of this is the juxtaposition of victimization-
You have assumed this role as part of your rationization!
The parable! ? When you choose to cry wolf, and cry it loud-
Be certain you are on the side of truth- that motives ulterior do not shroud!
Maurice Harris,6 January 2008
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Wondered Have I...
Wondered have I, into queries, most vexatious-
Why might my love allege deeds, most salacious! ?
Perhap a Divne purpose is my pain, to serve;
Alas, though it be not a pain any man does deserve!
How might this be happening, reversed seem the roles?
It is you for whom the bell of Justice should toll!
Bear witness shall all, to my righteous might
And all inquiries into whatsoever I may invite!
Disbelief is but one descriptor, my grief is utter
Such that when I ponder upon such, my heart does flutter!
In an instant my life was taken, by you acts, irrational;
All too oft in life are these actions consequential!
At the dawn of my journey of justice I shall find
The vindication I have sought, to ease my mind!
Maurice Harris,30 July 2008
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