Richard Lawrence Harrington

Richard L Harrington





Like the war-torn samurai
who stops
for a flower;
to bathe,
peacefully in its perfection,
and is slain defending a way of life.

I seek a peace
I have not known,
except by the depth of this noise.
I need a voice
I could not hear,
without some mind to sing it.

This world is so beautiful,
but it's the same.
Starry expanse,
so cold and hollow,
is not enough for simple things.

I seek a peace
I have not known,
except by the sound of this voice.
I need a voice
I could not hear,
without some quiet to hear it.

Things I wish to say,
to speak,
but only feel.
A language
only memory may orate
but you feel it anyway, somehow.

I seek a word
I have not known,
except by the touch of this mind.
I need a note
I could not hear,
without some heart to play it.



In their arms
Do you feel love?
Do you know love?
you could fall into the bodies,
touch what they feel,
give what they lust for.
be a cowardly lie
on the easy path,
because you fear our love.
you fear our truth.
you fear what we may judge,
and we may,
but we still love you.



all so meaningless now
these wounds in my skin

Hide them?
the pain remains
scars cry in my stead

Red or black?
illusion or elusion
seduction or protection

Why have this bag?
tubes of oily paste
hide the truth of ill skin

What is my sad end?
this flesh is rotting away
these organs become machines

Tell me, why am I here?
to live this loveless machine-life
to die a painful death

By Choice


Scattered like glass
I find a mem'ry of so long ago
Intrusively into the hollow of my mind

Afore my eyes
You simply stay there by choice
Knowing full well I will not ask you to leave

Haven't I shown
You're not on my guest list
But I can't help always wanting you to stay



What a beautiful friend you are
To grow on me like a limb
To comfort my changing mind

What an abhorrent fiend you are
To sever from me as in war
To abandon my devout will



All I want is something real
Something that we all can feel alive

Just take me where those hearts don't steal
A quiet voce speaks loudly in the night

The myst'ry of your hearts untold
By spoken words that don't unfold to me

It's strange, I could not see 'till now
That actions show just what it is you'll be

In My Hands


These hollow hands hold nothing,
This fleshy mass is only clay.
That blue light I am, a shield,
That crimson figure lies beyond.
This blood seeks, neither can have,
These halfway tones are their own.



Be your candle
Some will melt in sun so bright
Others will crumble in pale cellar's light
Selfless will burn, glow just one night

We were the waiting dust
We are the breathing dust
We'll forever be - dust

Each is each other
I am another
We are him and her
Worlds are changed by the one
Each takes part, then it's done
A peaceful war is won

Receive my fading flame

That Girl


who stroked her golden mane
who loved the fruits of nature
bounding through the valley grass
hopping flights from hairy trees

Into the mist;

A land of green and blue.
trees are ancient, grasses are low
the salt waters sting in wounds
the animal becomes throbbing reality
what truth so few knew becomes lost
what was once love becomes my fear.

Cry Without


this is the shore of doubt
whose harbors are defended

this is the sea through which we travel
where we find only lost souls

this is the sojourner of mercy
whose mind's path is set

this is the traveler for whom I live
when crossroads are lost in fog

this is the friend who's more than that
whose heart is kept secret

this is the soul that so few know
while so few are so worth it

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