The Sky Cries

The sky cries, and the sky doth rejoice-
To my self-blame, I had to say goodbye-
For my life's sake, I had not a choice-
My sky saw its 'twilight', I was not prime!

The former is not a place for me,
Alas, in this realm, I was emplaced;
Lovely is the sky now before me-
All the torment it hath erased!

Lurk no longer, skies of greyish doom-
I refuse to dwell any longer where you loom;
Blue skies, ablaze in rays of gold-
Allow release, the 'warmth' I now hold;
I have seen days, both glorious and dreary-
I want for this glory, yet I am so very weary!

Maurice Harris,1 March 2010

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Shades Of Gray

Most meander through life in shades of gray,
Never more happy today than yesterday!
Alas, I am fortuitous beyond measure:
I have found my love to treasure!

My fidelity takes the form of another,
That is in essence all form of color:
My amity is, for me, 'colored' white-
With you I see only in color, every night!

My rainbow of hues is because of you,
We have built a unity what was of two!
Nary shall be told replete our story,
As is the tale of my heart's glory!

No longer may I see monochromatically,
You have inexoribly altered my life-so dramatically!

Maurice Harris,24 October 2008

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What If...?

What if I had chosen with my heart
And not my head? For a start,
My life would be drastically different-
I probably would not need to be so persistent
With respect to rebuilding my life;
I would not now be subject to such strife
As my heart almost could not take-
In the most real sense, it really did break!

It is never too late though, to alter its course-
I know the love in my heart, and I know its source;
This is now the heading I shall steer-
To seek the Angel that I hold most dear!
If only I should be so fortuitous
As to tie the bond I do now see, between us!

-Maurice Harris,17 July 2011

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Do Tell Me, My Dear

Do tell me, my dear, what doth pale thee?
As this is what doth assail me-
A cryptic response to such given thereof,
The answer lies in its genesis-whereof!

Response to such requires but honesty,
Allaying your fears, allowing your heart's amnesty!
Alas, have I but a form of answer,
Avoidance of such, a guise of cancer!

Explication needed for ease of mind,
Understanding shall be proffered, in kind:
Do not you feel it may be as such?
Do not you believe I love you this much?

Thus is now as has ever been before,
Love is aplenty for thee-tomorrow, ever more!

Maurice Harris,19 October 2008

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Liberty's Cradle

Dismissed, without so much as a reason-
Thank you, for your lack of concern-and no
My heart's lament is surely not easin'!
You do not belong here-pick up your gavel and go!

How dare you-you, Justice's arbitor? !
The world wants for far more than this;
You are not more than iniquity's harbinger-
The world deserves far more than this!

You too have a judge, and He does see
All that you do-and all those you fail!
Why did you choose to fail me,
I implored thee, for my justice's avail! ?

I reside here, as you, in Liberty's Cradle-
For Her sake, I shall do all I am able!

Maurice Harris,3 March 2010

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My Love Is As The Sky

My love is as a river; you, its course-
Follow its bank and discover its source-
Realize that its start is also its destination-
Its flow is divinely-proffered inspiration!

My love is as a mountain; you, its summit;
At its height, my soul is rarified, so as to numb it;
My mind is unclouded; my thoughts, unfettered;
My heart is enamored; my life, ever bettered.

My love is as the sky: beautiful and vast.
Such is the dream, such is my ardor;
Both are the same, as both thou hast-
Neither of which I could hope to barter;
Both of which seem so very sure to last-
Differentiation betwixt them, ever harder!

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E'er So Ginger

The Demon you created does not exist-
Why then, with this, do you still persist?
Banish him to whereth he doth belong;
Place him, e'er, with his like throng!

He was ne'er I, I, ne'er he-not, indubitably;
That is to be sure, as you knew, unequivocally!
This too shall pass, onward, we shall move-
Love we have for each still, time shall prove!

Ne'er again shall we see this place-
Ne'er again may we need to erase
This pain, felt so real, cutting so deep;
Now we shall, love's benefits, reap!

E'er so subtle, the movements you make-
E'er so ginger too, the steps you take!

Maurice Harris,21 December 2007

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Beauteous Spirit

Beauteous spirit, where hath thee gone?
Whyest hath thou treated me as such,
Whyest not respecteth me, as I, you, so very much?
Why then might thee us others as a pawn?

What may cause you to stray so very far?
Why do you believe your own myth
Causal has it been to our great rift?
And to think, I thought I knew who you are!

Do you look in the mirror and see your shame?
What makes all of this worth it to you?
Why might you do things as you do?
To think, upon me you assess the blame!

Ne'er shall you be able to understand or see
The depths of the pain you have caused me!

Maurice Harris,26 June 2008

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Help This Angel To See (A Prayer-In Iambic Pentameter)

Mighty miracles created from wraith-
All it takes is just a little faith;
I have the same, and so very much more-
What then, may I, one fine day, have in store?
I know not with surety, but this much:
Amongst my most ardent desires, as such,
There is an Angel, with which I wish consort-
I pray same-thusly, to Him, I'd exhort:
'I have asked naught of Thee, yet I ask now-
Grant me this one wish, I need not ask how
Or why You'd proffer this Angel to me,
Only that You help this Angel, to see
The Truth in her own heart, and that in mine:
A Truth our hearts may no longer confine! '

-Maurice Harris,28 January 2011

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Aspiration, Prayer, Faith, And Love

I know not whether my dreams
May meet with fruition, yet it seems
To me that I should dream, still the same;
I do not exhort Him with prayer,
With expectation, as to how or where
He may see to answer whence I invoke His Name;
I know not my faith shall render return,
Yet, through ardent faith alone, may I earn
My place in His Kingdom, most Empyrean;
I give not my heart, due need for recompense:
My ardor seeks naught, but its own existence;
It is with the same in mind, I continue to champion
That which I have mentioned above:
Aspiration, humble prayer, ardent faith, and love!

-Maurice Harris,14 January 2011

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