The Solitary Lily
The solitary lily, who refuses the valley where enamored;
The heart, once alive with same, now stammered
By a mind that imagines another's worst-
Becomes a flower in its own desert, forever cursed.
Uproot yourself from your harsh, parched terrain,
To the land that is e'er rife with amorous rain;
Sikerly, the way to this place must be fresh in your mind,
As you dwelled blissfully in this land, until others opined
Falsely that you were in need of aegis from your own haven.
Your heart fell victim to your muzzied mind, made raven
By the subjugation it allowed to an oligarchic view:
As if your rainbow were not glorious, despite its amative hue-
Which is why you sought this place, due all it posed to thee;
Alas, you chose another place, instead of the one that was supposed to be!
-Maurice Harris,28 August 2012
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Fret Not, My Beloved
Fret not, my beloved, for you are always with me;
This is my beauteous reality, not just a myth-be
Not there a moment whence thee are not present;
My darling, you are a gifting that is truly Heaven sent!
You occupy my thoughts, every single day and each solitary night,
Ne'er do I need want, to have you within my most humbled 'sight'!
Each dream I have seems to contain thee therein;
Upon awakening, I am brought to a reality, wherein
I long for thee still, as your presence is now passive-
Vexed not though, is my heart and its allegiant amative;
For, I am inspired not only by what now is, but
What is yet still, to be-for, no matter what
I simply must abide by the call of my heart and soul-
To be the mate of your's, their all-consuming goal!
You exist in the rainbow's hues, after a Summer rain;
That I am not now ever-enamored with thee, I could ne'er feign!
You are the figure I see, in Spring's billowed clouds,
My mind-my fragile heart's tutelar, now longer enshrouds,
Like the Winter wants for snowfall, I now want for thee;
Words are bereft to explicate what thou art, for me!
As the Fall sees to the annual arboreal renewal,
I shall see to all the wants and needs of my Guzel (g'zool) !
Maurice Harris,18 March 2010
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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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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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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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Where Is This Beauty?
Where is this beauty, what soma has she assumed?
Shall I make consort with thee- my heart's consumed?
Ne'er shall I be entire until such time
As I may adjoin with your beauty, sublime!
As though prelude, surely I have met thee before-
Not cognizant of the future we had in store,
Assuredly, our brief confluences of the past
Were but a hint of this amative that doth last!
Significance of such shall not be made of, slight-
Nor too, the jubilation in me it doth incite!
With not a word, still to me, you do speak-
For you are the glorious beauty I do seek!
All shall be proffered for such, as all from such, are begot-
Alas, for my life entire, this embraces all I have sought!
Maurice Harris,21 July 2009
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I Thought You A Letter Today
I thought you a letter today-though it, I do not write-
I shall save its content until you are within my sight;
There exists so very much I wish to say,
Yet, I decided for same, to wait for the day
When your visage is not just in my mind and heart.When I am at last with you, I shall impart
Many, many thoughts that perhaps I have not shared;
Perhaps I was a feared, and thus, have not dared;
Still, as our union has been, by distance, slowed,
We have, as yet, not ventured down that beautiful road!
I have dreamt so many dreams I need to share,
Whence consideration is gathered upon we two, as a pair;
Each and every time when this somniation is rendered complete,
Only the ardor of our impending amorous amative, may compete!
-Maurice Harris,5 August 2010
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Freedom's Prayer
Perhaps, my friend, you shall see me no more-
If this be so, do not bury me, I do implore!
Should I not see you again, keep in your heart
A place for me and for all that I did, in you, impart!
Continue to hold true to all that makes thee beauteous-
To the same, I shall remain, steadfast and duteous!
Do not feel sorrow for me though, live your lives whole;
If gone, it will only be in body, they shan't steal too, my soul!
Keep my children too, fresh in your thoughts, they will need
For you to assure them of what you know is my heart's creed!
Should I not return, the fracture of my heart will be complete;
Alas, sadly, this would signify fully, truth's dreadful defeat!
So too, if this comes to pass, though my heart continues breaking-
'I have set the Lord continually before me...I will not be shaken.' (Psalm 16: 8)
Maurice Harris,29 August 2009
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Do You Always ?
I wake to the sound of a far away thunder
Wondering why
This secret in your heart
Why don't you let me share your thoughts
Something strange is going on
Maybe something you've gone through
So often sadness in your eyes
I don't know what to do, i don't know what to...
Do you always have to be alone
Just by yourself, just you alone
Why don't you let me in
Do you have always have to go away
So far away, so far away
Why can't you stay
In a place of refuge where no one's allowed
Somewhere up north
Where no helping hands will reach you
In your silent desert land
As captain of a peaceful phantom ship
In a proud and senseless soul
How am i supposed to help you
I don't know what to do, i don't know what to...
Do you always have to be alone
Just by yourself, just you alone
Why don't you let me in
Do you always have to go away
So far away, so far away
Why can't you stay ( x3 )
How am i supposed to help you
When you're in your desert land
How am i supposed to help you
I don't know what to do, i don't know what to do
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Amorous Opportunity
Come thee hither, or come thee hither not-
I beg that your choice be, wither not.
My travels have been by dream, divinely brought,
As you are their embodiment, and this love, divinely sought!
Allow that I may be an oasis, and you,
An intrpeid, yet parched, desert wanderer;
My faith has made me a believer, through and through-
It leads my actions-I am not a squanderer
Of amorous opportunity, when, with same, I am confronted:
A life lived in consort with your's is the one I have always wanted!
My soul's counterpoint, my heart's symbiotic pairing;
From wondrous aspiration to a life-long verity,
Is the ends, by which I am provided such clarity,
For the means, which serve as my undaunted daring!
-Maurice Harris,29 June 2011
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Many Ponderances
Many ponderances have I, upon this day of myriad emotion;
How might I, I wonder, garner your heart's unceasing devotion! ?
Might you one day see the glory of the love we do share?
Could you ever accept that you must be most beauteous and fair?
Gather with me, my beloved, in this place, at this time-
Celebrate with me, this glorious love-these emotions, sublime!
Accept your place in my heart, where your safety is ensured;
Follow a fresh-faced boy, through a life, a love, that has endured!
In many forms and in many ways, my love for you is not so new-
My heart's guerdon shielded me, until fate brought me back to you!
May you gain, as I, this assurance: mind, heart and soul, all in accord;
Experience with me, all the jubilation one short life may afford!
You think my love, most fantastic and me, now most fanciful-
One day though, no more-as you embrace our ardor, most bountiful!
Maurice Harris,27 April 2010
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A Purposeful Path, Paved From a Painful Past
Where my vision is usually crystal clear, now, it is now blurry;
Where my mind is usually rational, now, it is overcome with worry;
My life is usually rife with loved ones and friends, -
But, where are they now! ? Well, that really depends
Upon who does the asking! They are nowhere to be found-
When I finally pay this place riddance, will they be around! ?
I know that they love me, and could use them right now-
They must hear my prayers, yet I know not quite how
They are supposed to react-naught that they could do or say
Could make the pain I now feel, fade or go away!
Here, there is no ration and not very much reason-
There is only chaos and my heart's treason;
I have confronted ignorance and intolerance all alone,
Which would have broken most-and have shown
Both myself and others, intelligence and measured fortitude
In response to most pointed threats, and comments most lewd.
No matter what these Neaderthals do or say,
My response is the same, and will remain that way;
I see no reason to engage them in any sort of debate-
There is no way to defeat their vitriol and hate,
Except to ignore them, wholly and completely-
I refuse to allow a bully to ever defeat me
With words which have no basis at all, in fact.
No matter how many times I may be verbally attacked,
There will still be no truth in anything they say;
I only want leave of this place, and naught will stand in my way!
My loved ones and friends, methinks, would be most proud:
Amongst the chaos and violence, I have never allowed
Myself to drawn into the belly of the beast.
Their targeted attacks bother me, not in the least.
There are really only two ways here that you can go,
Either you assimilate to the anarchy, or you can grow
From the wretched experience, both in heart and mind.
I chose the latter: to begin to put behind
All the heartache and embitterment it has brought;
To continue to search for the greater purpose I have sought
Since the wretched day this unimaginable nightmare all started.
I seek still, the Daughter, from which I was forcefully parted,
As well as her Sister, whose absence I lament equally-
And to map out a future, I still hope will be
One where I may make both of them proud:
To be for them, the Father I have avowed
I would be-not one who is never there;
To be a loving Father, not one who appears to never care.
This is most certainly not a course for the faint of heart-
And the road is too long to view it all-but, I have a start!
-Maurice Harris,23 April 2011
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The Bitter Rain
What was once glorious, may be, no longer;
Strength seemed departed, but now I am stronger-
The bitter rain did drown the most beauteous flower,
The amorous wonderment did cease-that very hour!
Regret? Ne'er, though sikerly erudition I did gleen;
A glory has left thee, ne'er again to be seen-
Our's is not to wonder why, yet I do, even still-
Though not shall I allow try, my heart's tormented shrill!
Nothing may unburden, nor surely serve to recompense
What I now must bear, thanking your malicious pretense-
Ne'er to be the same as was, inexoribly altered thence;
There can be no mitigation for your acts, nor any defense-
As has been elucidated at many times and in many a way,
Dissembling is fastly-fleeting, yet verity shall ne'er be made stray!
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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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Her Ardor
I believe in, yet know not how to accept, her ardor-
This is my mind's and heart's conflicted barter;
My mind says: 'surely, truth hath been spoken-
Her soul, lain bare to me, ne'er merely token! '
My heart says: 'surely, this may not be real-
Yet, she relays what her heart doth truly feel! ? '
Not once in my life have I been so tender-
Until God shone upon me again, her splendor!
At times, I am in awe, others, in disbelief-
Either way, my heart purloined-she, its thief!
Each solitary nox, as I lie down, to sleep,
I thank God: 'Heavenly Father, allow me to keep
This love she offers me-e'er allow that it be earned-
Assured Thee must be, it will be likewise returned! '
Maurice Harris,5 May 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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A Hope For Tomorrow
I would very much like you to grow accustomed to my unceasing adoration-
For to covet thee is but my solitary vocation!
It took many a year and several, a time-
Yet, now it seems that you are at once, prime;
I was always ready, though not at all unafeared-
Of the spectre of amorous attraction which had then appeared,
Which called me ever-toward its magnificent resplendence-
I marvel each day at this hitherto elusive transcendence!
Though our parting was my soul's sweetest sorrow,
Its evidence inspires awe, as I ponder tomorrow
And all that it most certainly shall behold-
It is in this futurity's brilliance, our story shall be told;
I am forever endebted and always grateful-
Our amative yet to be, recompense for a life spent, always faithful!
-Maurice Harris,21 November 2010
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Mate Of Mine Own Heart
Where for art thou, mate of mine own heart?
My life's solitary vocation is but to seeketh thee-
Wanton am I of the felicity our consort would impart!
I unfeignedly knoweth this- you too do bespeak me!
If but mine own life, exhausted in this fruitful search,
Shall come to pass without thee, I do implore-
Do not take as cause then to besmirch,
For, as the one-surely, you share my amorous rapport!
Alas, as I, you seek your heart's beguile!
Wherestsoever you may be, whatsoever you may do-
No matter the tribulation, no matter the trial,
Knowest do I this: in thine own heart you shall remain true!
Nearer to meeting still shall we be tomorrow,
That we have not yet- my heart's only sorrow!
Maurice Harris,19 July 2009
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Güzel
Güzel, semper, my mind doth ruminate fondly of thee,
With beauteous thoughts and a wondrous constancy!
I long for thee, for your long-sought, gentle caress,
To beget from, and proffer thee yet, all we each possess!
My heart, gladdens with thought of consort, near;
I envisage our future's glory, in my mind's eye, so clear,
Lest thee bethink me too lofty a dreamer, a vision seeker,
At once, my heart is made both stronger and weaker-
Both loyal guardian and in need of it's own ward,
My love's adorement, whilst in want to be adored!
Always and ever, more compassion clemented, still:
So too this shall be, betwixt we both, at the least, until
Time is no more, life is not with us, space is no longer-
This glory we do both feel, shall we then, though stronger!
Maurice Harris,26 October 2009
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With Arms Wide Open
My mind, rife with moments yet to be;
Your absence, I shan't allow to get to me;
My heart, it's lacking again, after a brief respite
From the vigil it has pulled for my beloved, despite
The miles betwixt and with time itself not allaying
Any dolor I may have-though, its needs I am obeying!
My eyes have seen a glory, so now I know it's real;
My soul's capture is complete, it's reality I can feel;
My arms long to nestle thee-I, remiss, for not
Making allowance of your desire, to have-I ought!
WIth arms wide open, I welcome your return;
All the love you need have, sikerly, I shall earn;
Our future shall be written, upon the shoulders of ardor-
This is but the natural order, with which we shan't barter!
Maurice Harris,15 March 2010
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I Have But Dreamt Of Thee
I have but dreamt of thee, lo, made you I did, real!
Many a night have you greeted me, as I did sleep-
Many still a solitary nox, were you causal-my heart's leap!
Alas, inducive, your quixotic beauty is, to the glory I do feel!
Never had I made consort with thine own visage....
Until that glorious day whence upon I made realization
That you were more than just mine own fanciful fantisization...
Its glory was revealed, in all its splendor-for its not a mirage!
All owed to that blessed day whence Heaven did meet the Earth-
Lacking for naught am I now, but for to make for this, quittance!
Surely, all I offer thee to requite for such, serves as mere pittance-
Proffer still I shall, all I may, as homage to thee-for my perpetual mirth!
All ever I could have hoped, more still than I could dream!
Hold thee I shall, and honor thee, in most the high esteem!
Maurice Harris,13 April 2009
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