The Unknown Reality Of Beautiful Imperfection
You and your Sister are perfect,
Though I do not want you to stay that way.
You are made to be through your absence, which I wish to correct;
My heart has been scarred since that day
When your grace was taken from my sight!
I pray that I may revel in the reality of your beautiful imperfection,
As I speak with my Heavenly Father every night-
As my is pained with this insurrection!
For far too long, I have possessed aspiration alone,
To gather what you may be like, or how you may have grown.
My imagination is not good enough, I suppose,
To paint any subtle imperfections as both of you grows,
From the perfect miracles, endowed to me, by my Creator,
To become the young ladies you are now, which is even greater!
-Maurice Harris,16 August 2011
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Dreams' Allusion To A Reality Yet To Be
Yet another holiday has been robbed from us
By iniquity masked very crudely, as justice;
My aspiration will meet with a fanciful fruition,
When I no longer need paternal intuition
To paint the picture that is you, in all your glory-
When I no longer need a pen, to tell a story
Of my grievous pain, in the face of your absence,
But rather, am allowed to revel in the grace of your pleasance;
We must bide still my beloved Daughter, until it is that time-
Until our Gracious Father decides that we are prime,
For the consort long, long ago waylaid;
We have done our part, with a faith that never strayed
And need only for the wait to be concluded-
So our reality becomes that, to which our dreams have only alluded!
-Maurice Harris,24 April 2011
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My Perfect Sister
MY PERFECT SISTER
My perfect sister holds me tight
My perfect sister kisses me goodnight
My perfect sister knows when I’m mad
My perfect sister helps me when I’m sad
My perfect sister is so smart
My perfect sister has my heart
My perfect sister is good and nice
My perfect sister holds me at night
My perfect sister loves me lots
My perfect sister ties the knot
My perfect sister is here to stay
My perfect sister I have until this very day
My perfect sister I wish you well
My perfect sister yes I can tell
My perfect sister asked if I lied
My perfect sister knows if I’ve cried
My perfect sister has moved away
->My perfect sister is in my heart to and will always stay
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Aspiration Of A Future, To Efface The Past
I need use my mind's eye, to see you;
I've no access to photographs, no way to see to
A remembrance of you, except in this way!
I long to once again be graced by you-I've dreamt of this day
Many, many times, so that I may at long last
Look beyond a most tragic consequence of my past:
Namely, that I allowed fear to make a decision
That I have lived to regret every day, since its commission!
May God again grant both of us with the other's consort-
This alone seems to befit or comport
With the wants of my heart, soul, and mind-
You, my beloved, are the memory I could not hope to leave behind!
In a world of glorious imperfection, you are as perfect as I could hope you to be,
I pray to God each night, to divine your 'perfection', to me!
Maurice Harris,20 July 2011
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A Vision, Derived Through Aspiration
So much about you is a mystery to me,
I know not your visage any longer-
Nor would I recognize the sound of your voice;
I am still waiting for my story to be
The type with a happy ending-though I am stronger
Every day, I lament that I was left without a choice.
I have been given naught, by those charged with your guard
That may offer me a glimpse of the beauty you have become;
Given the constraints I am under, and all that is now barred,
It has been through the Grace of God alone, that I have garnered still, some!
I need only summons a vision, derived through aspiration-
Then, your essence truly meets with a perfect clarity-
This is all I possess until our lives again become our wondrous verity;
For now, you are left to be made real, though only my imagination!
-Maurice Harris,4 February 2011
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Imperfections, Imperfection
Imperfections
Imperfection
Separating us all from
Perfection
Imperfections
Imperf ection
I'll never be perfect
Neither will you
Imperfections
Imperfection
You can't change everything
About the way you look
Imperfections
Imperfection
You can't change everything
About your personality
Imperfections
Imperfection
But, you can work on those things
Change little things
Instead of worrying about all the things
Imperfections
Imperfection
Never completely gone
It's what makes us human
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A Letter To Abigail
So much time has surely come to pass,
Whereby I have been without thee-alas,
So too have thee, been without me-
Though I assure thee that I have loved thee devoutly,
But regrettably in absentia, as you have been secreted away;
I think of you always, ne'er have I neglected a day!
Sadly, I know not your visage, as evidence
Of same has too been kept from me, since
Last I saw your Angelic face-
Lo, these many days hence, I have glimpsed not a trace,
But in fanciful aspiration, of the beauty you have become;
Days became weeks, weeks became months, more cumbersome
With each that passes, as though my heart fails me!
I shan't be whole again until your grace itself, avails me-
Until such time as I may fondly gaze into thine eyes
And share with you all the hopes and wants for our reprise!
Now, all we share is a last name, nothing more,
You have been hidden from me, by someone I am loathing more
Each and every day, and she calls herself your guardian! ?
She guards naught, but this maternal deception:
To the world she pretends as though she cares
More for you than she does for herself, yet dares
To continue to keep us apart, a forced estrangement-
Which, for her, I am sure is a convenient arrangement!
My love for you does not cease in my absence,
Nor do I grow less wanton for the grace of thine pleasance-
Circumstance has conspired surely against us,
But I shan't relent until I gather our justice!
That I must rely upon aspiration alone, pains me-
You deserve more than this-any gains we
Made when you were young, are effectively lost-
That we are now, in essence, strangers, the tragic cost!
It gives me little consolation that the truth will one day become known-
My heart is broken now and I wish to know you, when grown,
Not re-acquaint with you, as though for the first time!
I wish the wait to be over, as I am certainly prime
For our consort to again be, as was before-
Before you were aware of same, on birth's door!
I hope that this letter dissuades your doubts, and allays your fears,
As my thoughts have been of you, and for you, my tears!
Until we again meet my beloved, stay beautiful, stay true-
Remember always, that I have always loved you!
-Maurice Harris,15 May 2011
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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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Good Morning Princess!
Good morning Princess, Daddy misses you dearly!
I hope to see you again soon to enjoy your laughter and smile!
I call to you, in prayer, each and every night...do you hear me?
Hopefully you have been well, it has been quite a while!
I hope that you are taking care of your little Sister and your Mom!
I am sorry I could not be there with you
For the past several months! I will be be back soon from
Where I have been. I shall be, again for you, your Father, true!
I am confident that you kept with you all I did teach,
To ensure that every day you grow into a more refined young lady!
I am so proud to be your Daddy, to help you reach
All your goals-to grow and do yourself proud...this, pray we!
I was lucky enough to receive two miracles, in one day-
You shine brightly, a diamond, with resplendence to always stay!
Maurice Harris,21 January 2008
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An Angel's Voice
One soul finds its perfect mate, and is forever blessed;
A love again found, now blossoms, after many years repressed.
What would be the sense of that amazing smile,
If it were not created specifically to gladden my soul! ? !
Where would I be now, or all the while,
Should I not have this beauty to make me whole! ? !
Why would God have created those diamond-perfect eyes,
If they were not to see how much felicity you bring! ? !
He is obviously in a perfect position to realize
The blessed nature of the hearts He is now re-introducing.
Why would you be given an Angel's voice,
If it were not to speak for me! ? !
It is not as though I were given a choice:
As your heart seeks for me, my heart seeks for thee!
-Maurice Harris,20 August 2010
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Why Heavenly Father?
'Why Heavenly Father? ', I continue to ask,
As I revel in the Glory of His Benificent Acts,
Which now profoundly affect so many, as well as me;
Though no one can possibly know as well as He,
The Path that now unfurls for the world to see-
I KNOW the Truth that He will make, to be!
All around, whether far afield or nigh,
Shall revel in His Amazing Strength, as do I;
'Why with me, do You, this Covenant, make? '
Why are ALL my hopes and dreams here, to take
From wondrous aspiration, to be made so very REAL?
Why may I, all Your Divine Providence, feel? '
He answers: 'All you have ever even thought or dreamed
Is not only fastly being made REAL-it seemed
Too Good to be True, yet IT is, I assure you-
I have made these prayers to be True
And Gifted same because I have tremendous Faith in you:
To Love, Provide, Bless, and surely to Endure too! '
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3 March 2012 (Happy Eighth Birthday Abigail)
Abigail-your Father's joy, even in your absence;
Your beauty is felt every day, despite your presence
Kept from the eyes of your own Father, for so very long!
I have kept your memory alive, through a Faith so very strong
That it has literally helped to fashion miracles!
These are not just some insignificant spectacles,
They are Signs that the very Hand of God Guides me!
Though, I am surely not the only one, He also Guides thee
As well, on a Path where we shall meet again, one day!
There, our relationship will truly begin-one day!
But, for now all I have are Birthday wishes-from afar,
And since I know not otherwise, I must gather
That the time for our consort's reprise, is rather
Close at hand this day-no matter where we now are!
-Maurice Harris,3 March 2012
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Where Would I Be...?
One day, long, long ago, I dreamt a most beauteous dream!
Though aspiration I know it was, veridical it still doth seem!
Though this be not the part that is most awe-inspiring;
That is reserved for this beauty I am now still admiring!
No departure may be made betwixt reality and semblance,
This verity is the call of my heart, as proof-my adamance!
Nary could one doubt the veracity of such emotions,
Immune to the passage of time, the largest of oceans;
Ne'er to weaken nor wither, nor surely to wane-
Any thought of such, my heart shall ne'er entertain!
What was once but a beauteous dream, now so much more-
I now make consort with the 'dream' I do so much, adore!
That which inspires true awe, may ne'er be torn asunder-
Where would I be if my world were without this wonder?
Maurice Harris,26 August 2009
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Your Loss Is Not Forgotten
It was as though I were 4-years-old again,
Looking at myself in the mirrow, when
I realized I held a photograph in my hand
Of a miniature, feminine version of me.
I will admit I was oversome with emotion, and
Cried for 10-15 minutes-almost uncontrollably
You grow more every day, though out of my sight!
And it never ceases to amaze me, and never will,
How you and your Sister are the two things I got right!
Though I have longed for thinje sight, and do still-
This is not a loss that may be allayed in any way,
But a profound tragedy, that must be righted;
Your loss is not forgotten, on this or an day,
And indeed shall not be, until your visage is once again sighted!
-Maurice Harris,19 August 2011
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A Promise Kept
All alone in the darkness, all alone in the light,
All alone with anguish of my soul,
Through the long, dark, lonely night!
This is what her deceit gifted and what it stole:
No one here to comfort me, nor to allay my fears,
No one may take away the abject pain,
Nor may anyone wipe away the tears
That fall upon my pillow, again and again!
With a wish in my heavy heart, I pray for relief-
That my Good and Gracious God may quell my grief:
'Send me an Angel', I implore Him, 'make real,
The visage I see in my mind's eye, and in my heart, feel! '
We are almost there Heavenlyy Father, one more step-
All else is in order, I need now only, a promise kept!
-Maurice Harris,11 July 2011
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No Longer Afraid To Dream
I am no longer afraid to dream;
Whereas before, aspiration was made to seem
Too lofty a goal for a man like me-
I now know that one day, I might see
All my dreams marry with a wondrous reality;
This has not always been my mentality:
Before, I stunted my dreams under a cerebral ceiling,
Which only served to leave me with an uneasy feeling;
I am much obliged for the power of this gift,
Responsible for my mind's mediation and my soul's uplift!
Now, I am led by my dreams, and not contrariwise,
Which has served further, so that now I realize
That to truly dream, aspiration must be left unbound:
Yet, in order to fly, your feet need not leave the ground!
-Maurice Harris,9 February 2011
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Thanksgiving,2009
Gratitude, Obligation, Thankfulness-this, I would rather
Than to allow for the grief of my heart's longing, to gather!
It is what I do have that lifts me, above the realm of sorrow;
With the grace of God, may I banish it further by the morrow!
My lamented heart is strengthened by all the love I do possess,
Though still, in time's of solitude, I allow my emotion's compress!
Be not ever shall it, any different, until reasons inherent are banished-
The fiendish deeds of others are chastened, their influence, vanished!
Though they are not near to me, nor may they be within my sight,
I give prayerful thanks to Him for their existence, each and every night!
I know they feel my love and long for me, as I do, them;
Long do I still, for we three to have occasion to be ibidem!
Two Sisters, who have ne'er made acquaintance, for shame-
Alas, until this day does come, I shall want e'er, for the same!
-Maurice Harris,26 November 2009
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Where Dreams Make You
Ah, to awaken in the aegis of your amorous embrace,
Entranced by the awe-inspiring beauty of your Angelic face,
Ever-enraptured and enamored by your amazing grace-
An emotion embossed upon my soul, which time itself may not efface!
If only wondrous dreams could marry reality
And an existence as this, supplanted the duality
I now live, betwixt what is veridical and mere fantasization;
If but I may conjure it up, with my imagination,
Then I may learn to fashion verity, from thought,
To make my dreams come true, where now, they are not!
For now my beloved, all I have are fanciful dreams,
Where you are made real-or so, to me, it seems,
As I somniate in a state where my dreams may make true
All I have ever wanted-where dreams make you!
-Maurice Harris,17 August 2011
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Yet So Very Close
So far...yet so very close,
Is the one I love the most:
Though you are not near,
Still, I hold thee most dear!
Each night, as I do sleep,
Promise of consort I do keep;
Each morning, as I wake,
The glory, reality does take!
It is now mostly fanciful dream-
Omnipotent, real it does seem!
Each day, as I faithfully pray-
Perhaps one closer to that day!
Alas, as my dreams and reality do unite
Nearer still to me, you, I do invite!
Maurice Harris,24 August 2009
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My Heart, Empty Inside
If left undisturbed, perfect...since, painful beyond belief!
All pieces put back together, as was...the only relief!
The love in my heart and wonderful thoughts in my mind,
All due consideration of fact, should have been enough, when combined!
Do you still have the confidence and conviction you once showed?
Is it lonely without the father in our family's abode?
My love for thee, stays with me through all trials and tribulations,
Withstanding all in its path to everlasting, including confabulation!
We shall enjoy the fruits of our struggle fastly,
Assure you I do, that our love shall increase vastly!
Our love is as rare as a perfect diamond...ever more:
It has and shall be sustained through all in life- to be sure!
My heart, empty inside without your presence,
My mind, cluttered with pain in your absence!
Maurice Harris,9 January 2008
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Suddenly
Suddenly, I have eyes that now may see;
That which I never fathomed before, now may be;
Suddenly, I have ears that now may hear,
Which call me toward you, without any form of fear;
Suddenly, I have a heart, no longer coffered-
That longs for the love, you long ago offered.
Suddenly, I have a soul that needs for its mate,
Which embraces the exaltation she does create.
Suddenly, my mind is unafeared, and in accord;
Any further resisitance is something I cannot afford;
Suddenly, mere sight of your visage takes my breath away-
Thought of a life lived with your grace keeps death away!
Suddenly, I am a humble appreciant, and in awe
Of the love I feel in my heart, which has not, a flaw!
-Maurice Harris,15 August 2011
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