Thank You (For My Sister, Virginia Kinney)
Thank you so very much, for all that you have done;
I knew that I could trust you, that you could be the one;
You are my Sister, yet you have become another Mother-
I knew that I could rely upon you, more than any other!
A lot has been asked of you, and you did not fail-
I know that it has taken much, yet, your time you did avail.
I know too, the position you have been put into is precarious,
Yet still, the roles that you have played-many and various!
I am so sorry all of this happened to us;
Yet, because of same, we have garnered even more trust.
Soon, I shall be far enough away,
So that you too do not have to live in fear every day;
Soon, the burden I present shall be gone-
And everyone may finally begin to move on!
-Maurice Harris,9 August 2010
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Let Only Love Avail
I never had a chance to thank you for what adoration
You did show me, because I was too busy with sorow
For how it was that you chose to leave, which belied the devotion
That you professed; I never thought it would all be gone 'tomorrow',
Nor did I believe you would choose to punish me for my honesty.
If I could only share with you my faith of heart and strength of mind,
I know that you could find the requisite strength, in kind,
To allow us a new beginning, where we could leave the past behind,
Where it truly belongs, instead of carrying that travesty
Into the present, and with you as you ponder what may be.
I chose to leave it behind me, and I hope you will too.
'What is past is prologue'* surely, but if I only knew
What your reaction would have been to my unbridled honesty,
I may have had to make part with your company on my own,
Because then, I most assuredly would have known
That, while I proffered only verity, you lived a lie.
I learned so much from my travails, but may never know why
Someone with such a capacity for both love and aspiration,
Would choose to kill all she wants for herself-over fallacy!
What a shameful ruse of gross self-inconsideracy
You played upon yourself all that time, -exasperation
Does not even begin to gather all the emotion
That I feel when I think of what you have done to both of us.
How can you even trust yourself? Never mind what trust
You lost with me, when you decided to cower from your own dreams!
The soul exalts with joy, from what the humble heart redeems:
Fear may have been your nemesis, but humility can be your redemption.
Some things are unforgiveable, but true love grants an exemption
For the sake of its own betterment-it seeks only its own counterpoint.
Surely, Heavenly Father would not falsely anoint
Each one of us as the same for each if He thought we would fail.
Live your life as you would choose and let only love avail.
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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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Trust Trust
Trust trust many have found
Trust trust no where around
Trust trust is what many say
Trust trust here i lay
Trust trust in my ear
Trust trust i cant find you my dear
Trust trust is hard to find
Trust trust are you apart of mankind
Trust trust im calling to you
Trust trust please give me a clue
Trust trust i need my love
Trust trust she came from up above
Trust trust what do i do
Trust trust do i believe my boo
Trust trust am i right
Trust trust please show me the light
Trust trust your driving me crazy
Trust trust your just to hazy
Trust trust i will find you
Trust trust i will never find anew
Trust trust help me out
Trust trust cause with this love i dont want to wipeout
Trust trust sarah's is my heart
Trust trust she's a beauty of art
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Somehow, Some Way
Somehow, some way, I knew you'd not gone away,
Warm thoughts of thee ensured you'd always stay;
The lovely young girl I knew when I was young
Has become the most beautiful lady among
All mine eyes hath e'er lain: somehow even then
I knew that you would come back to me again!
Lest I had forgotten the awe in me you did inspire:
You are everything in a lady that I do admire!
Once in a lifetime, if you are most fortuitous,
You find someone, that is truly special and glorious!
Far more lovely than ever I could fathom,
The same heart you set aflutter, you also calm!
Wish do I to bear witness to all your prescient glory,
To once again recount to the world our precious story!
Maurice Harris,21 August 2009
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Deception of trust
you'll never know the price too pay...
if he only finds out
the deception you show
its not worth my trust
the tears he'd cry if only he knew
both of us are in on this game
this game they call lust
but we break this bond he calls trust
trust too build trust too break
the finger points your way from him
if only he knew that trust
you broke oh so long ago
trust theres no such thing from you
hes my angel but you dont know
just like he doesnt realise
you aint worthy of that trust
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Take Your Time
Take your time, your dreams have not altered;
Take your time, to address what faltered
That caused you to let go of these aspirations;
Soon, you will discover many illusions
Were played by your then-afeared mind,
And that you would do well to leave them behind.
Trust in yourself, it will all come back into focus-
It is the natural order of things, not some hocus-pocus,
Merely the way that your life is supposed to be.
Gradually, you shall see again, as you were supposed to see-
Not clouded by undue fright and irrationality,
And that time is the best anti-dote for this failure's causality.
Time heals all, including a fear made very real
By confabulation, that caused you to feel
That there must be something to the impediment
That you placed in the way of your dreams and their embodiment.
Take your time, analyze it every step of the way;
Take your time, think for a moment, of the day
Before it all started to 'come apart':
Think of the way you felt in your closely-guarded heart.
Dissect everything that was said and done;
Nary do any of them stand the test of time or truth-not one!
Your dreams are your's, and your's alone:
They are the only thing that you really ever own;
So, why not again believe in their verity! ? !
Only then will you see again, with clarity
Of purpose, and absolute truth of heart;
Only then can you begin again, to impart
To yourself, the reality of your dreams.
Take your time; all is never as it seems
To be, under the fog of frenzied fright.
Your dreams shall again make themselves right,
If you believe in the way you remember
You felt, that glorious day in December,
Before it was all taken from your sight,
To haunt you, as a spectre, in the night.
Take your time, your dreams are the only truth you possess-
This is the awe-inspiring gift of God's Bless!
-Maurice Harris,10 August 2012
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His Consort, Your Solace
'May you be made strong with all the strength which comes from His glorious power,
So that you may be able to endure everything with patience.' *
May this very strength be with you each and every hour;
This garnered power shall add still, to thine own beautificence!
May He speak to you; His consort, your solace;
May this comfort you, and may you, in your heart, know this;
I have been so blessed as to bear witness
To His prescient glory-and in my heart, I know this:
He has made me an instrument of His love, most gifting-
And, it is not just mine own heart that He is uplifting;
Our love shall be ameliorate, whence paired-
Our lives ever-bettered by all that we have shared;
As I am, you too must be so very scared-
Yet I know, a dream marries not reality, unless dared!
*Colossians 1
-Maurice Harris,8 August 2010
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Trust Blocked The Light
I thought I knew;
I thought I knew I could see,
Trust that overshadowed,
The person you could be.
You tore my trust,
You tore a part of me
Yet you do not know
What let the trust free
Your trust was like a blindfold
Playing games with my innocence
Time will not stitch this tear
Neither will forgiveness
What you did is who you are,
You are exactly what you did to me.
poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
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With The Help Of Time's Clarity
No matter what you do, or what you say,
You cannot undo the damage, nor delay
The inevitable-namely, that you are a liar, and shall be-
Until you stop lying to yourself, the world, and to me!
This, the fatal flaw in what I once saw as near-perfection,
You went from being true to your heart, to its neglect, when
You chose fear and deceit over love and verity-
Perhaps this will become your reality too, with time's clarity!
How could you turn and then walk away
From the greatest thing that ever happened to you! ?
That was not it though, you chose to betray
Me, when I asked you 'why? '-yet, what was I to do?
This temporary fear that overcame you, was not of my making-
Just as it is not just my heart that you are breaking!
-Maurice Harris,1 March 2012
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A Mistake I Needed To Make
It was a mistake that simply had to be made-
I am stubborn-minded and apt to feel
Dubiety, which persists, unless I am swayed
By experiences, which I live and make real!
Given the gift of retrospection, the err is quite clear;
Though I did not listen to your now-sage advice,
It was due to more than just the spectre of fear-
Failure needed be mine, to render satisfice!
Oh, but to have it to do all over again, -
Where would we be, where but now, we newly begin! ?
Reality makes the hypothetical, now unclear;
We must allow the past to lie, and address the now, and here!
I only know of an ardent love, there all the while-
To opine otherwise would only meet with denial!
-Maurice Harris,2 August 2011
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They Call Him Gale
To quote the man himself, upon his retirement:
'When I walked off the field, I knew it was over, and I never looked back.'
It was surely his body, it was not that his desire went!
'God said: 'Gale, it is time to do something else' '-only He could sack
Such talent prematurely-games numbering only 68;
Speed, power, and grace that none other could hope to imitate.
The youngest player ever inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame-
At the tender age of 34-it was incontrivertible, Gale had game!
'It was a gift, and trust me it was easy. So easy I can't explain it.'
Obvious too was the inescapable conclusion that none could contain it.
They called him The Icon, or simply, Brian's best friend.
He was both a talent and a presence, with which few may contend.
His talents were such that all inevitably draw compare-
No answer presented, but to stop and humbly stare!
*quotes attibutable to Gale Sayers
-Maurice Harris,21 September 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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Beautiful Child Of God (Dedicated To Cecilia Bell: 1976-2012)
Why would God take someone with so much life left to live! ?
For what, pray tell, might He no longer allow her to give
All that she has-and still could! ? Only He knows, we will never.
Yet, the life she did live, gifted us memories time may not sever,
Nor erase-for, we are far bettter for the time He did allow.
We have been Blessed far more than our grief belies now.
May we grow to remember her as fondly in her absence
From this Earth, with her charm, wit, and pleasance,
As we did when she was amongst us, in our temporary place.
May we gather at times to see the ever-present smile upon her face
Once again, to uplift us whensoever we may be downtrodden;
This single action alone should more than suffice, to broaden
Our understanding as to why Heavenly Father needed her in His Elysium.
Beautiful Child of God, we shall be with you again, when our time here is done.
-Maurice Harris,25 August 2012
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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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Solitary Strength
'What Lord, is wanted of me in this time
Of much introspection into sentiment, sublime! ?
Need I simply forget all that for which I yearn,
Or might I bide yet, in hopes that all I may discern-
Even in the midst of my most lofty aspiration-
What may one day meet a most prohetic realization! ? '
To which He made reply: 'I test thine faith in many ways;
Though thou art without much, lo these many days,
Thou art not alone, nor art others, contrariwise;
This time strengthens thee, in ways thou may ne'er realize-
Much hath been garnered, but that time shalt show-
Though others may not gather same, thou shalt know;
Thine lamentation, though great, readies thee, as it must-
In Mine Own Omniscient Benevolence, thou must emplace all thine trust! '
-Maurice Harris,23 January 2011
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What Is The Meaning Of Trust
the word trust left my vocabulary a long time ago
it no longer exist to me from what i been through
from the time my sister betrayed me by sleeping with my husband
i trusted her
or the time my cousin stole my neckless which was given to me by
my late grandmother
i trusted her
and that time my mother went into my purse and stole 1,000 dollars of money i owned
i trusted her
'trust me ' he say
'trust me ' she say
'trust us' they all say
ashame i can't trust no one these days
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As The Ethereal Winds...
As the ethereal winds do guide us in our lives-
So too do we find ourselves in places we have never before seen!
Allow your life, as your heart thrives,
To give back the felicity-the way it had been!
Life is about what is true and what is real-
Love, about what it is that your heart doth feel!
Why was it not enough, for you to be content?
How could you treat your love with criminal intent?
Live your life, as you asked that I live mine-
Trust and truth, if used, would have made us fine!
Healing will come swiftly, if you allow these in;
I will stand by you faithfully, until the bitter end!
Sacrifice your pride, you must, to remain free-
To now be cognizant of all you refused then, to see!
Maurice Harris,4 May 2008
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What If...
Have you ever wondered what would be,
If your 'first love' reappeared, right before thee?
What if time fashioned her as though from the scape of dream?
Now, this former fond memory is held in your highest esteem!
How does a glory pass, then make present-yet again-
As though the most melodious tune, then its refrain?
When does chance fail to explicate and yield to fate?
Naught may douse the 'flame' that time itself could not abate!
Where does the narrative go hence, you wonder! ?
Perchance not, all the wonderment you may ponder!
God is surely speaking to you, through His Empyrean gifting-
With one Divine offer,2 hearts, at once-are uplifting!
Should you be so blessed as to find yourself so fortuitous,
Celebrate with the world this occurrence, most wondrous!
Maurice Harris,2 May 2010
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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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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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