Open Up To Me
Open up to me;
Open up, to be
Again exalted-
As before was halted,
Our consortium, divine.
Show me yet another sign
That you too believe
That true love doth ne'er leave.
Open up, to see
All that we may be-
Both together and alone;
Open up to me, to atone
For our mistakes of ere-
To enlighten a path, where
We may both truly shine.
Allow our duality to combine
Once again, into a blessed unity.
Open up to me, with impunity
For all you believe we lost:
Our heart's lament, the cost
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The Profundity Of Paternal Pain
My purpose in life absconded, is the reason why
The more I live, the more I die-
At times, I no longer have tears, to even cry;
I have not given in to despair though, nor would I try
To push back the pain that I feel inside;
It has become a battle between sorrow and stubborn pride,
Where all that is left for me to decide
Is how often I will be on either side
Of this great, profound, emotional divide-
Betwixt the death of my soul and where I am allied!
With time, the pain does not dull or lessen,
Nor does it serve to teach me a lesson;
The pain is my penance for what others have done,
And the struggle will not cease until I have won!
-Maurice Harris,17 August 2011
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Keep Me Strong!
Sing me a song, whereof I do belong-
Vocalize a tune for me, keep me strong!
Be my muse, I, the man you choose!
Be for me, the offer I shan't refuse!
Pay respect, yet homage; to mine own visage-
Boundless are thoughts of thee-nary are they a mirage!
Wondrous and magnificent; glorious and resplendent-
The amazing, enduring search is over-you, is where it has ended!
For you, lo, for me; this is what life is to be-
We, as a family, the world, destined to see!
Merrily, through life, we do now loiter-
Ever thankful of our eternal reconnoiter!
Limitless thoughts of thee do surely abound-
Nary a place doth exist, extrinsic to us, around!
Maurice Harris,13 December 2007
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Life Is A Journey
Life is a journey, full of side trips and detours-
It is not always smooth, despite its allures;
Every once in a while, through despair,
Comes a sign someone else really does care-
Maybe its a small gesture, maybe a kind word,
But it comforts you, and you are reassured
That all humanity is, in fact, not lost;
Maybe its hope restored, with a hurdle crossed,
Or kindness, which comes from a most unexpected place-
Life is a journey my friend, and not a race!
Take my word for it-no matter your tribulation,
Something will happen to improve your situation.
Have faith; remain strong; never forfeit;
With time, all your problems you will forget!
Maurice Harris,12 July 2011
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A True Heroine (Ode To Four Heroines)
Your monster was most tragically familiar to you,
And most certainly, unfortunately, real;
You were innocent, and needed someone, to do
Something, so that fear alone was not all you did feel!
I cannot fathom the childhood you had-
All your nightmares were made to come to life,
Replete with a heinous monster you called 'Dad'!
This was sure to be a most surreal strife-
Where were your guardians during all of this?
Their failure is unforgettable, as is their callousness!
Yet, from this tragedy, most profound,
You have emerged as a true heroine;
Your ability to persevere continues to astound-
It is an honor to be counted amongst your kin!
-Maurice Harris,2 August 2011
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All The Demons And Ghosts
You have stolen my 'todays', yet you shan't steal my tomorrow-
Thought upon your deceitful ruse surely hastens sorrow!
Nary shall there be, for you, a proper penance,
Somehow though, you must come to truth's acceptance!
The only way to take leave of your deceit-
Is to allow for my truth to defeat,
All the Demons and Ghosts
Responsible for your shame, the most!
For if but only, our children's posterity
You owe, at the least, your honesty!
Without such, your downfall you have surely brought,
As is, to tell the truth, is what you ought!
They say: 'the truth shall set you free'-at least you, it shall keep-
Otherwise choice made, causes my heart's weep!
3 August 2008
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You Are The Tree, I Am The Wind
You are the tree, I am the wind,
You alter my course, yet you also bend;
No longer is either the same after each-
I am the wind, be my tree, I do beseech!
Ethereal, unseen-yet alterations I may make!
Magnificent, beautiful-away, my gust, you take!
Together, we are an ever-changing landscape,
Making wondrous reality out of our dreasmscape!
A tree, without its wind-breathless, becalmed:
A wind, without its tree-purposeless, withdrawn!
The wind sweeps around the tree, the tree dances
More inspiring is this than all other romances!
I, the most powerful wind, you, the most beautificent tree;
Wonder do I what, as one, together, we may be!
Maurice Harris,30 August 2009
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14 August 2009
Today, I celebrate with all, the day of your birth-
Causal art thou to this, my magnificent mirth:
Gifted to me was this, without but a choice-
This beauty-this day! I do now rejoice!
Once a wondrous vision, now again so very real-
Once coffered, not able now am I to conceal!
Celebratory for you, yet apart by many a mile,
My thoughts reside with you though, all the while!
Obliged am I for the gift you proffer to me,
In recompense, my amity I offer to thee!
May your day be full of happiness and glee,
And remind you of that which you extend to me!
May many days as this bless you further still,
May too, all of your life's dreams fulfill!
Maurice Harris,14 August 2009
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Quintessential Compeer
I know not, what the future may hold-
Yet, of mine ardor, thou may be assured;
Mine everlasting affinity, thine charms have cajoled;
I offer thee mine heart, hitherto e'er-coffered!
Thou art the counterpoint to mine soul-
Of this verity, I have not, the least doubt;
Thine grace, recompense for what circumstance stole-
Thou art a religion, to which I am most devout!
Our consort was fated, by God divined,
Thou art the quintessential compeer I knew He would find-
The apparition of countless aspiration,
The answer to mine most lofty mentation;
All offered me, is offered contrariwise, to thee-
Thine retort to same, I hope not, a surprise to me!
Maurice Harris,12 May 2011
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The Seed
May my tears serve to nourish
The seed that is my dreams deferred-
May my life begin again, to flourish
As was, before I coffered my heart, now interred!
May my (now-feigned) smile serve to replenish
The jollity of the many years we have lost;
May the will of this Father's heartallow me to finish
What it is I started, no matter the cost!
May the hope I have for the future, in spite of it all,
Serve as the life force needed, to answer the call
Of my long-embattled, yet ever-resilient soul,
Which seeks the restoration of all that circumstance stole!
May the prayers that I pray, with dogged persistence,
Bring about long-sought aspiration that is my suffering's obsolescence!
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