Portfolion of Richard Lawrence Harrington

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Sea Beams

     

2005-8-11

Sea beams,
from sunlit waters
beyond many eyes' reaches.
Scarce these,
like molten glass
insight into soul's meanings.
Mind breeze,
for distant laughs
after breathing-souls' lifetimes.
Thought shells,
erudition
unknown within eyes' gazes.
Light wells,
like prophet-lies
upon sibyl's tale's accuracy.
Question,
for restless thoughts
amidst theory-proof's fiction.
     
 

Teas!

     

2005-8-1

These hands boil the water
and she drinks the herbs and sugar.
A twitch in her face and...
scar in her voice.
She used to be better at sipping.
Now she can't hold the cup.
It's not that I've a mug,
it's that I always swallow first.
The tea is good,
but I wish...
that it could tickle her first sometimes.
Though, she'd probably stop brewing it,
rather than taking my brew more freely.
     
 

Gypsies

     

2005-7-25

How many?
You voices...
How many are there?
Where are the others?
Limitless.
You are us.
We're fortune tellers.
Where all gypsies are.
     
 

Half-Bloomed Roses

     

2005-7-25

Where am I?
Oh where am I?
This life of mine,
was once divine.

It seems I've forgotten my name.
There's not a trace in my veins.
Blue that was brilliant as she,
and now it has left behind me.

Minds that shine,
not one like thine.
The warmth I knew
was always you.

It seems I've forgotten my name.
There's not a trace in my veins.
Clouds have forgotten to be,
what now I've forgotten to see.

Wish I was.
I wish I was.
That I could now,
redeem my vow.

It seems I've forgotten my name.
There's not a trace in my veins.
Words that you've always heard free:
Soer ol holour ol Molly
Words you've heard only from me:
Soer ol holour ol Molly
     
 

Blue Chord

     

2005-6-17

There is a splice in me
Just to the left
Just under my breast
Neither burn nor sting is its function
Not to heal
Not to mend
This hole is to attach
A cord of intangibility
A web of uplinks
I'm plugged in
Or they're plugged in
Or people are insane
This is my secret
I know
I know
That is the revelation
All mysticism
All truth
I must be numb
She agrees
She makes sarcasm real
I was never what I said
Implied is my cord
Implied by the obvious characters
Legend is my life
Am I their story
Am I their soul
or am I hers?
     
 

Silent Sighs

     

2005-5-19

We were all meant to go eventually
First the lustful
then the trustful
and finally the rest
who wait to settle
To be broken, is this boredom?
am I spite?
do I sting?
will I bite?
what will this bring?
Is this sword Voice's Bane?
these lips
trust's pain?
Broken is the sun,
chaos and combustion
You are the rain.
I am the path
the "other" path.
skin me,
drain me...
I am me.
You are the rain.
Worlds collide for you
your life
I must intoxicate this room's air
"close the window
it's cold."
and yet the cold is you...
beautiful cold
honorable rain
This window must open
air must be cleared
rain...
must carry me away
You are the rain.
talk to me
     
 

To: Hallux Femoro-Patellar

     

2005-4-5

When mystery's cloak unfolds
before your wayward tries,
the world that was untold
becomes at least a feast for eyes.
And when this story's told and done
the world will be as one,
for naught but truth can be undone
from the wandering of our lies.
Yet still, searching for those shadows,
are you,
things you wish to be?
But when, my friend,
were they lit anew,
they you sought to see?
The world is widows, my friend,
women who once could be,
but now they're quiet,
dark to you and me.
A gentleman,
a poet,
a knight you may be,
but these, thy brethren,
have betrayed the love you see.
And to this end the world must fall,
on tattered arms and wounds from all.
You shall only be who you will be,
and nothing more than the winds would call.
Unless you break the bonds the world has sown,
and be the man who leaves pain overthrown.
One can be perfect if one only tries,
for perfection is but what eternity hides.
     
 

Message for Knots

     

2005-4-3

and sounds this voice into the night
to hearts that hear, through hearts that fight
to this love of mine who cries in pain
hear this voice, let hope remain
I love you Molly, to pray for thee
I'd hold you there, I'd set you free
ease your petals, and your stem
this note is ours,
please hear me sing
     
 

Arabian Diamond

     

2005-4-3

the world twists a turn
and there it burns
where least expected
where most rejected

the sun shoots a flare
and there it splays
careful, cauterized
careless, hemorrhaged

the love shares a kiss
and there it soothes
where most cardinal
where least rejected
     
 

Care

     

2005-3-12

Flare out across lonely worlds
Oh ye fibers of Red Sea
Take with you what you will
and keep all that you are

Span the sands of twilight air
Oh ye fibers of sought needs
Take with you what you will
and keep all that will be

Thrash the grounds of former hands
Oh ye fibers of longings
Take with you what you will
and keep what is beauty

Watch droplets spread above you
Oh ye aura of fibers
Keep with you what you will
and don't keep me too far

Share those drifting satin threads
Oh ye fair, unravelled soul
Keep with you what is yours
and keep me there to mend
     
 

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