The Chosen One
You are 'The Chosen One', as this is your name-
Chosen to show me how to love, without bound, for you!
Kaya, it has been far too long-neither of us to blame;
I wish that I could be around, for you!
I was not prime for all that she needed;
I tried, I assure you, I tried so much;
You call to me, yet I have not heeded-
I tried, I assure you, I tried so much!
We have been purloined from each
By an ignorance which serves to astound!
I call to God each night to put you within my reach-
Alas, no answer is yet to be found!
My faith remains unwavering; my mind, resolute-
I shall break down this wall which keeps me from you!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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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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I Assure Thee
I see that you are frightened, I am too;
I know you are hopeful too, I see it in all you do!
You have fiercely coffered your fragile heart
For such a long time, weary of a new start!
We have been chosen for each by a power, great-
To prove to each, that to be truly happy, it is never too late!
Love this powerful, must await its proper time;
Wait, we have been asked, until we are both prime!
All times and memories that we have missed
Shall be supplanted by those yet to be-I promise this!
Trials and tribulations of past have prepared us;
Lest you may think they have impaired us-
I assure thee all that heretofore has transpired
Has readied us for what our hearts have always desired!
Maurice Harris,10 April 2010
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He Is The Answer
No one knows what I do:
The way you say 'I love you! ',
Is how I know that it is so very true-
This is why He would not abandon you
In your time of greatest need;
This is a Battle He shall never concede!
How else can you explain the way He Divined me here?
His Path for me, at long last, is finally clear!
One day, you will not misplace your fear;
One day, you will look at this, and cheer-
Where now you 'hate', the Path He chose-
Then open again, the doors you now have chosen to close!
Heavenly Father is all the Counsel you needed-
He is the Answer, if your Prayers are to be heeded!
-Maurice Harris,15 February 2012
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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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The Grace Of God
It is but for the Grace of God I pen this-
Not so very long ago, I was asked to begin this
Life anew-as though one of His Children, reborn;
Now, I am Blessed with proof, which doth adorn
Mine own, once-ceased, fragile heart;
I know this to be His way to impart
To me and the rest of the world entire, a message:
As for hope, faith, and love-He is the last vestige
Of all that is pure and good in this world-
In His own image, mine shall e'er be unfurled
For all to see, as means by which to recompense this wondrous gift
Of new-found life, now and ever causal to the uplift
Of mine heart, mind, and inspired soul;
I know not if I've accomplished same, yet, this is my goal!
It is but through the Grace of God, and God alone
That I possess the very strength I do now own;
Prescience of same hath been gifted to all
Since the day when I nearly answered His Call
To come Home, at long last, to be among
His other Children, where I belong;
I was not ready; my presence was not then needed-
Though His Call I would have gladly heeded.
His purpose was to ready me for what is to come,
So that when all seemed to be lost, I would not succumb
To weakness and despair when I need be strong-
Nor to impatience, where the road is long.
'Thank You Heavenly Father, for the love You saw to provide;
For the Strength You gifted; for how You saw to decide
That I was so very important that You would guide me-
Not from above, in back, or in front-but beside me! '
-Maurice Harris,19 March 2011
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His Glory, My Faith
I had oft-pondered upon the deeper meaning of my travails,
Hoping all the while that what He has Divined, prevails.
It has been said: 'God only tests those He loves the most',
Facetiously, I avow He most really love me then-not to boast!
I am certain that His tasks are preparing me with higher faith,
Yet, if things happen for a reason, this reason remains a wraith.
Should a reason be needed still, it is to better me as a man;
I question it not, as I know it is parcel to His Glorious Plan;
I need not cause for remind, as He is the epitome of Omniscient-
Yet, I beg of Him still: remember my sacrifices, most magnificent.
I would have demonstrated unwavering faith, without this sacrifice,
But perhaps there was a lacking, that served not Him, as satisfice!
I am His faithful, ever-humble servant, -to this I attest;
All the beauty and wonder I have ever known, were at His Gracious Behest!
-Maurice Harris,30 August 2010
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There Is Something In The Soul That Cries Out For Freedom'
'There is something in the soul that cries out for freedom';
There is something in the heart that bleeds for another;
There is something in the mind that wants for equity;
This travesty's exodus from each is needed, for long-sought finality-
To banish forevermore, this all-too-pervasive bother;
But one answer presents more than ever-I need Him!
Should my penance of today hasten this liberty,
I would want for naught else, but that given me;
Alas, freedom purloined by another's whimsy
Is not freedom at all, but fallacious and flimsy;
If need be, I shall bide still, and wait
For time and distance to further abate
What is now overwhelmingly, painfully real;
This is all I may do, until I finally begin to heal!
*Martin Luther King, Jr.
-Maurice Harris,14 Febraury 2011
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Felicitous Memories Sustain Me
Felicitous memories sustain me through my days
Which would be heaping with a melancholy malaise!
An amorous waterfall, streaming over my heart
Which takes me back to when our love first did impart!
Remembrances have I, of our every gleeful memory,
Balanced as it was, of wondrous, loving symmetry;
Temperate and focused, knowledge is what's needed-
God's purposeful call for us, what we heeded!
Shaken from my beliefs, shall I not be;
Focused, directed and resolute is what defines me!
Love, understanding and compassion, simultaneously-
Ever more do I see, alternate points of view, spontaneously!
Complete now though, you must, your Maternal Crusade-
Return to me soonest, from wherest you've been waylaid!
Maurice Harris,22 December 2007
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The Sky Cries
The sky cries, and the sky doth rejoice-
To my self-blame, I had to say goodbye-
For my life's sake, I had not a choice-
My sky saw its 'twilight', I was not prime!
The former is not a place for me,
Alas, in this realm, I was emplaced;
Lovely is the sky now before me-
All the torment it hath erased!
Lurk no longer, skies of greyish doom-
I refuse to dwell any longer where you loom;
Blue skies, ablaze in rays of gold-
Allow release, the 'warmth' I now hold;
I have seen days, both glorious and dreary-
I want for this glory, yet I am so very weary!
Maurice Harris,1 March 2010
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A Long-Sought Reacquaintance (What I Might Say, Upon That Glorious Day)
'Good morning young lady, I know you do not remember me-
But, I was there the very day that you were born;
I know that we do not share the same memories,
Yet, I think fondly of such-and those I lack, I mourn!
Not a day passes where thoughts are not drawn
Toward you, and your pleasance-this I assure;
I am sure that your curiosity has started to spawn
Many queries toward me-many indeed, that endure!
Fret not, beauteous little Angel in mine own image-
I shall break down the walls that others have built;
Once again, I shall take in the grace of your visage-
We both seek the replenishment of our relation's wilt.
I am your Father, none other may supplant me;
Anything other than our consort's full restore, simply can't be! '
-Maurice Harris,22 August 2010
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My Life's Most Sacred Duty
Dreams do take me back to the beauty,
To love you I shall, for all of my days;
For it is my life's most sacred duty-
Nothing, nor any one may alter my course, or me, phase!
I have dreamt many times since I saw thee last;
Always are you far more beautiful
Now than thou were in the past;
My devotion to thee: unwavering, dutiful!
My first breath, and my last, I owe to thee;
My every gift I possess, I bestow to thee;
A piece of my heart, missing for far too long
Resides with you and is needed, to remain strong!
All ever I have wanted, since able to choose,
Ever taken, in an instant, ever too much to lose!
Maurice Harris,6 March 2008
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Should You Yearn, I Yearn Too!
The ocean wants for the shore-the shore, its destination;
Flowers want for the Sun and rain, which aid in their formation;
Birds want for the sky-the sky, home to their freedom, complete;
I want for thee, with nary a thought of my heart's retreat!
The long, dark night, longs for the bright dawn of a new day;
Winter-weary fauna long for the rebirth of Spring's sway;
The human soul longs for its mate-its solitary compeer-
Every night lacking mine, I long for thee to be ever more near!
Blurred now have been the lines betwixt your's and mine-
Where before I had concerns of my own, now they meet with thine!
Your wants are now wants of my own-thee, I assure;
I spare not imagination in my emotion-you though, demure!
Your longings have now another champion-they are now my concern too-
Your needs are now needs of my own-should you yearn, I yearn too!
Maurice Harris,10 May 2010
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Smile Now
Smile now- for you are loved most completely,
Alas, before now, ne'er have you been, so sweetly!
Perchance, my sweet, might you now be timorous-
Of a love such as our's, enchanting and mysterious?
Smile now- for our destiny now has arrived
Be not abashed of what the fates have derived!
Embrace the love your heart demands you hold,
Welcome all emotion, which in you, it has extolled!
Smile now- rejoice, for your forever is now here,
Naught is there else, for me, more clear!
No matter where it is you may dwell,
Assure you I do, not may you escape love's spell!
Smile now- you are the most beloved beauty,
To love you as you deserve to be- my duty!
Maurice Harris,8 December 2008
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160.Haunting Suicides
The battle fought
Between my soul and mind,
My conventions and contradictions,
My being and my death
Call it suicide and open the doors.
My inability to negate
My own self ever since long
Surrendering myself
To self chosen ignorance
Call it suicide and aerate the room.
Trying to still
The mind in the self
Impotent with pen and ink
Hungers to write history with sword
Call it suicide and sterilize the room.
Understanding the cosmos
But never the ego
Neglecting the self
Try to reach the summit of life
Call it suicide and incense the space.
Trying to tread the trodden path
The highroad of pride
Forgetting the inner spark
The elevating element of absolute
Call it suicide and disintegrate me to pieces!
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Abigail (3 March 2010)
One day I shall share, what was not my volition-
I shall do this without any form of contrition;
My lacking for you is not of my own choosing-
In this circumstance, it is all who are losing!
Like the valiant Knight,
Who, disregards fear or fright,
I shall keep your concern, foremost-
In my thoughts e'er-my mind, your grace's host!
Today, the world celebrates your birth;
Always art thou causal, my magnificent mirth-
My elation, though now fiercely coffered,
Whence we are prime, shall be fastly offered!
Though on this day I am not within your sight,
You are foremost in my thoughts, each and every night!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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1,000 Times, Again
It is true, what they say: 'ignorance IS bliss! '-
If I hadn't protested when I experienced the same, I would be remiss!
Hitler once offered: 'the bigger the lie, the more people will believe it! '-
Sometimes, it is one so audacious, you would never conceieve it!
I was purloined from all, by another's failing,
How could she not 'see' her mind was destructively ailing! ? !
Where was my aegis, why was none fastly offered-
Why, when I needed it so, was it maliciously coffered! ? !
I am a man of ideals, who values greatly the most basic principle-
Alas, to speak the truth, you neglected something so simple!
All who know you have been made the worse
By your negligent handling of your mental curse!
You believed your rudimentary knowledge of a warped jurisprudence
Would subvert true justice's inevitable occurence! !
How singularly naive of you, to assume
That truth, waylaid by paranoia, would not resume!
Initially, upon consult, some surely advised
That I look past it all, even what they despised;
Yet, your despicable behavior continued, unabated
Until you transmogrified from 'my love', to someone I hated!
You did not only, from me and others, abscond;
You've removed temporarily our Daughter's paternal bond;
No longer have we privity, to her inspiring grace-
We must 'thoughtfully admire' her, from our far away place!
The material objects that you thieved
Matter very little, it is their memories I grieve!
Their replacement is but a monetary matter-
That, and an intrepid, global consumer's gather!
I am not your only victim, just its most obvious-
There is no '6 degrees of separation' from your actions, most devious!
Yet, you are not the sole perpetrator, many are vicariously, to blame-
The part the played in all of this, is a God-forsaken shame!
For their part, they too, shall be made to present answer
For what has metastacized as a most virulent Cancer! !
God does certainly work in a mysterious way,
He challenges me, yet my Faith has ne'er strayed;
He ensures I know of evil and all of its doers,
To allow that my appreciation of its antithesis ever endures;
He caused for me to make court, with the Devil herself-
For lament and heartache, that for many moons, I have felt-
So that whence He proffered my Faith's reward,
It was not until He was satisfied, it had endured!
Just as surly and displeasing as was my past-
So too, beautiful and inspiring is its reward-sure to last,
As its presence supplants, with each passing moment,
The contempt of my mind and my heart's lament!
Had I known my reward, in advance of my grievous pain-
I should want for naught, in fact, I would do it 1,000 times, again!
Maurice Harris,20 March 2010
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But One Prayer Have I, Unrequited
I have seen magnificence and beauty unparalleled, or so seeming-
Nothing rivals the beautificence of that seen, whilst I am dreaming!
But for now must I slumber, before her essence true, I may partake-
Nothing would I not do to make this so, whilst I am also awake;
I have lived a blessed life thence, one surely more than have most,
Yet, I want for but one precious wish, left presently without riposte-
'Good and gracious Lord, but one prayer have I, unrequited;
Lest I should not feel in this perceived lacking, by You, smited-
I beseech Thee, Lord, make for me and my beloved, true consort;
She-a guerdon of sorts, for my faith, fidelity and fastidious comport!
I do avow my Lord, a life of which You shall continue to be proud;
I do not question, nor feel smirched by, all that You have allowed;
I know Lord, Your goal is but to make me, for Your plan, prime-
Alas, Lord-assure You I do, she is the one, and this is our time! '
Maurice Harris,18 November 2009
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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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My Faith
My Faith is all I need: it allows all that I believe;
There are no limits, so long as my heart and mind may conceive.
Surely it has been tested-necessary to know it exists-
Yet, when the calamitous clouds clear, its strength persists.
Faith is my only refuge, through a long, lonely night-
In an otherwise perpetual darkness, Faith is my only light!
This is all the aid I need, to suffer through any travesty-
Faith is my salvation, as I exalt in His Majesty!
Faith is my dream weaver, as I aspire to greater height:
The strength I possess, should I need to exercise might;
It resides in the safety of my heart, soul, and mind
And allows that I may leave even most grievous pain, behind;
Faith shines, upon my ultimate earthly destinations-
It is answer to all-past sorrows, current concerns, and future jubilations!
-Maurice Harris,8 February 2011
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Do Tell Me, My Dear
Do tell me, my dear, what doth pale thee?
As this is what doth assail me-
A cryptic response to such given thereof,
The answer lies in its genesis-whereof!
Response to such requires but honesty,
Allaying your fears, allowing your heart's amnesty!
Alas, have I but a form of answer,
Avoidance of such, a guise of cancer!
Explication needed for ease of mind,
Understanding shall be proffered, in kind:
Do not you feel it may be as such?
Do not you believe I love you this much?
Thus is now as has ever been before,
Love is aplenty for thee-tomorrow, ever more!
Maurice Harris,19 October 2008
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