Portfolion of Richard Lawrence Harrington

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Long Way to Love

     

2011-8-7

So she kisses my back,
and I curl
beneath the weight;
these feelings sit heavy,
but I think
that I know the way.

So we hope, for tonight,
the engine
will not succumb
to our quick-beating hearts
— there is still
a long way to love.

This journey's not over
past the distance we drove;
with our friends in the headlights,
down a thousand new roads.

And just over this hill
is our home,
at least for one night;
we'll move on tomorrow,
as we go
where we think is right.

This journey's not over
past the distance we drove;
with our friends in the headlights,
down a thousand new roads.

Farewell to yesterday's
honeymoon,
so we've been told;
we'll hold to these things hoping
they remain,
as they always should.
     
 

Wedding Vows

     

2011-7-18

Throughout our lives
there are many promises that I,
or we,
may make to each other.

There are things I may forget,
there are moments in which I might waver,
and there are feelings that may change,
as we change,
through the times we spend together.

However,
there is one promise I will always keep.

As the times change,
as we wonder off course,
and as our minds surrender to age
– with you, I will always hold strong to this one thing.

I promise
to care for you.

I make this promise knowing all that it entails.

I will hold you up when you are weak,
embrace your brilliance as it dwarfs my own,
and worry with you.

I will remind you that life is beautiful,
share all the knowledge and wisdom that I have,
and be comforted when you offer protection.

I will embrace you as tightly as I am able,
as our lives march towards an assurance
of our beautifully defective qualities.

And as we grow a lovely family
as those added to our life need us too,
I will love them as I love you
– for those children held in your heart,
will have an equal weight in my own.

And as our faces grow old,
as our hearts beat along the final stretch,
perhaps we will not stand with the mountains
and we may not feel the lights of the brightest stars,
yet so long as wherever we go,
we walk most of the road there together,
I know the destination will be alright by me.

I love you, Natasha
so I will care for you
– for so long as time does not end.
     
 

Werewolf

     

2011-6-13

As the leaves and clouds gave way
To the faintest slivers of light
Which etched deep across his face
The myriad tales of life

Then, in our last moment of empathy,
What once stood as a proud man,
Hunched behind my husband's beard
And growled from behind his widening grin

This was the smile which had loved me
When my beloved returned from sea,
And the man who would embrace me
Beside the empathy of the waves

This had been our life
But now that face has gone afar
With the glint of light in this old dog's eye
And the silver that buried him in the leaves
     
 

Odyssey

     

2010-11-13

You sail around this rock as you're looking for your home
And you dive into the ocean to drink the dark unknown

Here, smiles melt like candy, but the saccharine puts up a fight
And you sleep naked on the reef, because an hour's not a night

You would dig your own grave just to see her again

But only one coin's in your pocket

And the stone carver asks another for her name

So you tie to the mast with their voices at your back
And you seek your home no matter how their words attack

Then you roll over in the morning, beaten and old from the war,
But in the time it took to heal she's once again out the door.
     
 

The Smile of Apathy (Lacuna)

     

2010-6-19

Knowing what will come
will come;
what will go,
will too.

With all this heartbreak
alone in a crowd;
set fire to the world,
and freeze in the night.

When the rain falls
and you've forgotten your umbrella;
your feet bring you back home,
to rest divided by the storm.

But the days pass
and soon you learn;
you walk again into the night
this time with a hand in hand.
     
 

Cynosure (Lacuna)

     

2010-4-12

Splintering like glass,
up from the grave;
down inside your words
so over-depraved.

Feel your beating heart,
sounds of your love;
see your whole self there
where touch ain't enough.

Cynosure to me,
fiery for some;
wind across your cheek
so icy and numb.
     
 

Morning Abode

     

2009-10-6

Upon your face I look
With the eyes I'll one day have
Wrinkled around like sequoia hearts
Still fixed to you
...like the journey of my soul

And your hope feels my skin
Which has aged beyond me now
Withered with its leathery freckles
but still yours to touch
...if you ever need it much
     
 

The Nebula

     

2009-7-4

I form things I have yet to know
within my other half
my eternal soul is resting there
...hidden behind this mask
it is not a darkness...
it is what is alone
— an unknowing
what I have always searched for
what I have never known

See the emotion in the expressionless...
can you see the expression in creation?

this bursting from within
...this is not pain

somehow...
this is all creation...
this is all creation.
can you see?

there is a unity to this all

In every part
every whole
In every push
every pull

In our sea
our shore
In our lives
forever more

within each expanding thing
...we are bound to this beautiful sea

we move as tides — as waves
in the crash around us
and all we have made
into the dark
...and below the sound

when it shakes us, we fall
when it dies
so do we all

and the silence will take our bodies
and we will sleep as it calls

and the swells of life surround us
and bring meaning to this crawl

Yes, we will die off that foamy coast
on the edge of humanity
unknown by most

We will die
on the edge of creation
where new life
is our ghost
     
 

Proportional Solitude

     

2009-7-1

A scratch may carry a lifetime.
A limb may fall for a day.
not judged by the missing
but avowed by her way

To walk within these feelings.
To carry on untraced.
let freedom's voice surround you
and lie beside her grace

Where darkness assembles light.
Where blood renews the Earth.
we bear these things in life
and age before our births

Will silence ever truly know?
Will stoics ever listen?
to your screams of onyx
that through pinholes, glisten
     
 

Closing an Infinite Set

     

2009-4-28

I am here for but a fleeting moment,
both infinite and miniscule in its integrity —
and then I am gone.

Like a pebble at the event horizon,
flayed open to swirl down the drain —
drowned in collective pride.

I am bound to the tip of a pinwheel,
hurtling into and out of my waking vision —
and here I remain.

Like the hierarchy of all communication,
remaining cyclic in a moment only to die —
crushed into Andromeda.

By no greater means shall we all fail,
than by this cosmic crawl into time's brick wall —
there is no escape.
     
 

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