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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As I Grow Older
Though many fond memories have I-many made in this very place,
I must bid a fond adieu still, because time's wend shan't erase
The pain caused, nor the scars ne'er to be seen!
It goes without saying: what an unmitigating heartbreak it has been!
The time lapsed from the attendant events, now numbers years-
Alas, nights pass yet, where I may fill a chalice with my tears!
I spend days afeared, 'looking over my shoulder';
NO! I shan't allow its lasting, as I grow older!
Many, many times, the Sun has risen and the Sun has, again, set-
Since that wretched day causal to the theft of the peace I may never again get!
I have been 'gone' so long, I barely know who I used to be-
A shell of my former self stands in the mirror now before me!
I yearn for my post-traumatic life to truly begin-
I long to look the 'real' me in the mirror once again!
Maurice Harris,9 June 2010
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My Beloved's Ardor
One day, not so long since passed, I heard those words, three-
I knew then and there, I had gained my beloved's ardor, truly!
It is I that she doth adore, she did share with me, the same;
As my heart surely hath been thieved-so too her's-I, amorously to blame!
Sikerly I know what the proffer of her heart doth truly mean-
To covet and honor this calling shall I; No finer glory hath my mind's eye e'er seen!
Two worlds of wonder, each universally unique,
Hath once again come together and do seek
What assuredly is the solitary mate for each other's soul,
Looking to reunite with their hearts, which the other stole!
I have seen and do attest to its Empyrean truth;
To agnize like, you need not seek attestation nor even sleuth!
As water seeks its own level, so too doth love, indeed;
Once a love's true compeer hath been met, it must accede!
Maurice Harris,23 May 2010
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Like A Thief In The Night
Like a thief in the night, you have stolen from me;
I thought that your principles guaranteed this was going to be
A fair and just process, where righteousness actually mattered-
Alas, you, in your allowance of this iniquity, must be flattered
By this suggestion-you are but a pittance of what you ought to be;
Where is this ideal of justice that my teachers taught to me! ?
What an unmitigated shame! I risked my life for your ideals!
I have begged and pleaded, yet, you have ignored all my appeals
For redress, in the face of this wholly-avoided tragedy;
And still, you seem to revel, as I obviate your iniquity.
Instead of law and order, you have gifted anarchy and chaos-
Your failures shall be exposed, no matter what the cost,
For all the world to see-they may be your judge and jury-
The sentence for your prejudice, their unceasing ire and fury!
-Maurice Harris,26 April 2011
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Travel Is Not Really About Leaving Our Homes, But Leaving Our Habits
Take a trip with me, -'we' are the destination,
Do not allow this ardor's retreat, do not hesitate
To embrace this most beauteous, everlasting 'vacation';
Let the magnificent feeling inside you, to resonate
To all who see you, to all who know you, and all need know-
Show them that they too, need find their destination, and need go
Now, not at some other time, or in some other place:
'Travel is not really about leaving our homes, but leaving our habits...'**
Life is too short, so when love's beautiful melody inhabits
Our soul, we simply must travel to this place, without delay-
If you do nothing when given this choice, you shall wonder about the day
That you refused to live your dreams, because you allowed fear to steal them!
Your dreams are most certainly your own, but you should never conceal them,
For the sake of anything, especially fear, no matter what form it may take!
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The Destruction Of The Heart's Garrison Against Love (An Ode To A Beauty In Pain)
Only one other person knows how I feel right now;
That person is incommunicado, so I cannot ask how
She feels, nor would I dare, to draw comparison to me-
She guards her heart against love, with a garrison-to be
A defense-perhaps not realizing it is to her own heart's detriment;
She has found the mate for her soul, her perfect compliment
In me-yet blames her own fears on me, with misplaced animus;
However, one thing upon which she did not rely, is my animous
Toward an opinion which is the diametrically opposite view,
Namely: the opinion that fear alone dictates what she does now do;
This is indubitably not the way that it should be, for certain-
To embrace fear instead of love, to invite this ardor's curtain! ?
She chose love first, then retreated once it became too real-
Now what is she to do, when love is all she is really able, to feel! ?
-Maurice Harris,14 January 2012
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The Obligation Owed (Veterans' Day 2010)
I beg your thanks, for all that you have done-
For the service you have rendered and all the freedom you have won;
Your selfless dedication to such lofty ideals,
Honors all who reap its benefit, as time itself reveals;
Causal to your sacrifice, nations thrive under guard of liberty;
You are the very proof that a super hero really may be;
You pledge allegiance to the flag, yet its the Constitution you protect and defend-
Until your very last breath, upon your integrity we may depend;
The only proper recompense we may ever offer
Is to never take for granted the obligation owed, your proffer;
You serve, so that others may live under the precepts you protect;
We live each day, empowered by the strength you project:
'Thank you' seems so insufficient-though, it is all I may give-
It is you that would give your life to ensure we may freely live!
-Maurice Harris,10 November 2010
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Come With Me, My Beloved
Your smile: brighter than a thousand suns;
Will it answer each time my heart beckons?
Your eyes: more telling than a thousand epic tales;
Will they see the love I have for thee, and see it prevails?
Your heart: more giving than a thousand philanthropists;
Will it allow for its own guard, lest you shall be remiss?
Your soul: the mate to mine own, evidenced from our genesis;
Will you allow for its rebirth, as I, honoring our mutual symbiosis?
E'er I endeavor, still yet, I shan't explicate more vividly than to say-
I do so adore thee, surely more than words, and shall more, each day!
Ne'er could I have gathered such awe-inspiring emotions as these,
My mind hath affirmed its verity, and my heart surely agrees!
Come with me, my beloved-our wondrous world, true, doth await-
I shall love thee more, each day more than the last, without abate!
Maurice Harris,13 December 2009
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Please Do Not Tell Me
Please do not tell me to walk away and let my anger go,
It is most assuredly justified, in ways you will never know!
Anger, when directed in a constructive way-may change the world!
I ask you: 'where were you when all these viscious lies were hurled? ? '
I now know that Lady Justice hath been assassinated-
At least this is what my heart says, now broken and devastated!
Believe what you like, keep telling yourself there is equity;
Why then, when I have been victimized, is there no answerability! ?
Live in your Utopia, where injustice does not exist;
I live in the real world where iniquity does persist!
Take me not as a nay-sayer; I say 'yes' every single time,
Thinking: to be a seeker of truth, they will finally be prime!
Alas, I will believe in it again, when it shows and proves-
Yet, it shan't, until the biases inherent within, it removes!
Maurice Harris,3 May 2010
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A Letter To My Beloved
My dear beloved Angel of my most Benevolent God,
I know all too well the fear you must now feel;
Yet, onward toward our dreams shall we sikerly plod-
And allow none to abscond, nor to further steal
Away what has been our dream, for so very long;
I need you, as I shall, to remain resolute and strong-
For the storm is now over, and the seas have recessed-
Return now may we, to our consort, wholly blessed
By one another, and blessed for each, contrariwise.
Ere long, if thou hast not heretofore, shalt come to realize,
That fear is but a temporary interlude, to love's permanence-
And, courage in the face of same, gifts a amorous magnificence
That has only ever been seen in the scape of fanciful dream;
Be brave my beloved, and this time shall fleet fastly, to seem
But prologue to the epic opus that is our love story, true-
Have not fear, think not dubiety-as I shall be there, with you!
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