A Perfect Example
Perfectly faithful and infinitely compassionate,
He possesses a perfect love and does not ration it:
All are welcome into His Realm, He asks only repentance for sins-
The road to forgiveness is not easy, but this is where it begins;
The recompense for same was His Ultimate Sacrifice,
Our admisssion into the Empyrean Kingdom was the Barter's Price!
It is from Him that we gather all that is good-
It is through Him that we become all we should.
His Heavenly Father asked only: 'always glorify My Name'-
We are made in His image, thus are asked the very same:
Use His, when you are in need of example;
The Good Book is rife with same, more than ample
For any and all times, when guidance is needed-
You will never go wrong, when His Message is heeded!
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Growth
Some things are certain; There is no growth without change,
No change without fear or loss, and no loss without pain;
Though, to you it may be unwelcome, and even strange-
Growth gifts a curative effect, and renders much gain;
Once we stop growing, we begin to wither,
Like a flower not provided sunshine or rain.
Ignorance brreds this refusal, yet lives not, hither;
I do not profess to know everything, nor would I deign-
So, why then would I refuse growth, when needed-
Why would I refuse the call for same, or leave it unheeded! ?
Pain is said to be 'weakness leaving the body'**-
Though loss may be tragic, fear is a myth that self-perpetuates;
Change may be good; when we see it as less odd, we
We may be more open to growth, and all it obviates!
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Because Of Our Love's Devotion
Was this but a ruse, with smoke and mirrors?
Was it all at once fashioned to properly deal
With: your prayers, hopes, dreams and fears-
All at one time-to evince unequivocally how you feel
About so many different facets of your life, most beauteous?
How did I fare then, in this test-was I steadfast and most duteous
In my regard for you-whilst remaining to mine own self, true?
Only you know what transpired, and knew what I would do;
You alone were the Master of your own fate
And allowed that I too, may more clearly create
Mine own life, from the scape of our dreams!
Though, unto the rest of the world, it seems
An unmitigated disaster, of epic proportions-
You-and now I-know, it was because of our love's devotion!
-Maurice Harris,26 January 2012
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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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This Purgatory
Perhaps you have buried truth, for the better good-
I cannot do that any longer, nor would I, if I could.
I am in love with you and wish the world to know-
And would bear any sacrifice needed, to show
You, or anyone else who needed to be convinced.
Should one be not swayed, it is surely evidenced
In the way I gaze adoringly into your eyes,
And become lost in amorous thought, until I realize
That I cannot truly love, if love is not returned.
Though I suppose this purgatory has been well-earned,
After all, you offered me all this love before, but I was not prime,
And was too afeared to realize 'love' does not have a wrong time!
I cannot undo the mistakes of my past,
All I can do is offer you this love, sure to last!
-Maurice Harris,18 August 2011
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What It Means To Forgive
They say: 'to err is human, to forgive, divine',
Though one may proffer you deserve none, I offer mine!
Know not do I, the depths of your inner turmoil,
Yet I am all too aware of it being lain, to boil!
Alas, love is not needed in order to forgive,
It allows a more fastidious, permanent understanding;
This decision must be one with which you may live-
Thus, in its righteousness, our conviction must be commanding!
You shall see, as do I, all attendant facts-
Then truly shall we bear witness to how your heart acts!
What your mind created-a self-fulfilling prophesy,
You allowed to become real-truly a tragedy!
Shun now the spectre, of all who hurt you,
Make consort again with the onlyone who'll ne'er desert you!
Maurice Harris,14 June 2008
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A Love: Tested By The Faith Of All Men
Walk with me, hold my hand, be for me my friend!
Last it shall, more than all else, until our life doth end!
Forget might you then how you really feel-
Allow me then, your heart, to once again steal!
Allowance made for dreams, now on hold;
Dreams made from reality, is how our's is betold!
Deference of dreams is but a waste-
So too then must we reverse the course, post haste!
Our love, tested by much; More important than this, lest
You should forget, why we are here-though, to never, is best!
I am here and you, there-together, yet distanced!
But to have thought, other than reality, is but for me, a pittance!
Our love, a love: tested by the faith of all men-
Time allows truth's emergence, until we meet again!
Maurice Harris,24 December 2007
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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 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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Vision Of Loveliness
Vision of loveliness, no ponderance of why-
Beauteous is she as is the fiery sky!
Ne'er before, nay, ne'er again, shall they see,
A lady, as mine, morest than she is, lovely!
Virtuous and kind is she, adore she doth, me:
Giveth me freely, all her love-always free!
Love, the most you are able, 'til no more you have-her idealogy,
More and more, each and every day, her love's chronology!
Tame is she as is a wild Buck, powerful, she, as a large truck-
Though, love her with all my heart, I do, I am stuck!
Freedom, she offered to me at all times-
Yet, 'Free' she was not herself, as espoused in rhymes!
Hopeful am I, that 'Free' now, she is, at mighty cost-
If not though, know not would I an answer, all hope, then lost!
Maurice Harris,22 December 2007
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