Portfolion of Richard Lawrence Harrington

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Chamomile

     

2007-2-7

Speak a mind
such a voice as this light is warm
here by the fire
hearing thought spoken openly

To question
some tired hearts need listen
to longing souls
that rest on these chamomile dreams

Sharing time
within some waking moment
I've found myself
when once in shadow, now happy
     
 

Scented Memories

     

2007-2-6

It's awful crowded in here.
The light hardly shines
in this room you left for me
and the songs you sing
haunt the corridors of your mind

Not much breaks through.
The door is locked shut
by memories you won't share
and the space beneath
is hardly room for a whisper

Something that is hope.
The key is locked away
in desperate paintings
and as your hand strokes
I know not what to say

Wanting what's not mine.
The apology I wish to make
by the jutting from your voice
and the sudden distance
is never mine to share
     
 

Time Travel

     

2007-2-2

Stand in light for today's life's bound
for all the joy your heart never found.
Be easy on your solemn way
for love rests in your heart today.
'Tis sad to leave the past behind
as memories you seek to find.
But learn in this day of remembrance
for joy shall come as tears leave hence.
Rejoice today and live tomorrow
for returning love will drown your sorrow.
     
 

Where I Should Have Been

     

2007-2-1

For the bittersweet
of a once-loved smile
and the silicon breadth
of a love-graced while
Come may we to hear
and bear our heaven-rent souls
if they silently speak
you'll bare your ember-bent coals

We forget these lies
and how they make us feel
low, a thousand tries
just might make something real

And we justify
all the lust-resistence
by a terror within
all the faith-fought distance
Know the touching soul
and believe you ain't got one
'cause it tears you apart
to believe you're forgotten

We forget these lies
and how they make us feel
low, a thousand tries
just might make something real

We're all becoming
such a tear-lost reason
for a willowy life
such a wind-stripped season
As friends knowing love
and warmth souls always mean fair
may we dreamily keep
such warmth as few may compare

We forget these lies
and how they make us feel
low, a thousand tries
just might make something real

We forget these lies
and promises we seal
a thousand tries
just might make something real again
     
 

Becoming

     

2007-1-31

watch the light strike time away
all those memories I may
watch the sunrise through the hall
because there's nothing there at all
now all's gone and I'm still here
to carry on without you near

by the burden you exume
watching you wake beside her tomb
may it never be the same
as the rest may fool again
never was the smile you wanted
just the warmness that she flaunted
     
 

On Backlash Dreams

     

2007-1-22

Beyond, afar
Some shallow blood ferninst
Some ancient shore

Windswept, carried
With floating heart's intent
With passion wan

Intimate, sincere
By hollow hand repose
By mindless bilk

Threadbare, effete
For wanton, vain retreat
For feeling real

Loving, hating
I believe here betwixt
I always knew
     
 

Writing...

     

2007-1-15

Here we are again.
With fish in the sea.
Just like all the others,
but you're one step behind me.

Like battle's flag.
Raise the standard high.
Some bigger fish perhaps,
to eat the best as they die.

You never knew.
In the surface you saw.
Some strange beauty long past,
as my old soul's scars spread, raw.

Nothing was meant.
No fate ever became.
Just a long way lost now,
by voiceless plans your faith names.
     
 

The Knots That Tie Between

     

2006-12-16

By his will the grains shall bend
like sight against a looking glass
By the story of his life
The world would change
but the sea of the sun would swarm to its master
And all that was done will be done again
When he lifts his hand
When he chooses to try

By life his desert will slip away
like reading into an abyss
By the scars on his face
The words would prove true
but the sound of his faith would fall under their feet
And the cracking of this image will unfold again
When he stands so high
When his beauty is not the world's

By his love the sands will bury
like clouds o'er hatred's grave
By the choice he has made
The thought of emotion would die
but the lost light in memory would always be hope
And the instance of reliving will redeem again
When his story wakes him
When his dusts clear the stones
     
 

Toklihonah

     

2006-9-12

Time drops like a curtain
before the sword of fabled samurai

Stories and myths...
truths hidden in dreams

Time flutters so slow
like what you thought was a lie

Rythms of life...
STAB you... like light

Life is like this curtain...
opening the window's soul

Rhymes of honey...
golden on the floor

Life is like this curtain
and words are like this sword

Stab with all thy might...
Please...
let not this curtain soak back the tale's shore.
     
 

I Gave a Star from the Heavens

     

2006-7-13

They'll have you forget your mistakes,
lie so they will seem alright.
They'll refract my gifted star in a droplet,
but short-lived is that light.

What comes of who we want to be,
when we're so confused by pain?
Why do we press the lost so hard to listen,
when all their light is rain?

When their glimmer flows through your lips,
you wildly fill a hole.
Yet you'd never feel the fullness I would share,
within your lonely soul.

What comes of who we want to be,
when we're so confused by pain?
Why do we press the lost so hard to listen,
when all their light is rain?

Perhaps one day they'll turn around.
every voice will find its way,
To the ocean of stars within patient friends,
who fed this storm its rain.

What comes of who we want to be,
when we're so confused by pain?
Why do we press the lost so hard to listen,
when all their light is rain?

Perhaps one day they'll turn to face,
one who hears each passing day.
This heart listens so hard to feel who you are,
waits while hope finds its way.

What comes of who we want to be,
when we're so confused by pain?
Why do we press the lost so hard to listen,
when all their light is rain?

This heart listens so hard to feel who you are,
hope always finds a way.
     
 

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