Richard Lawrence Harrington

Richard L Harrington



The Five Deceptions and Their Truth


'Neath weeping stone and hanging fern,
I saw you kind, oh, I saw you gentle;
eyes like eclipses, fixin' to burn,
leavin' naught else, but your gaze,

O'er mountain earth, through chilly air,
I felt you strain, oh, I felt your struggles;
holdin' on tight, warm breath in my hair,
nothin' left but affection,
here nuzzled.

Li'l red words 'tween our string-bound cans,
I heard you cry, oh, I heard you yearnin';
wishin' on airwaves for sweeter chance
to let our hearts beat together,
still burnin'.

Seashores, pines, and warm summer grass,
I breathe you in, oh, I breathe you warmly;
livin' in moments, wished n'er to pass,
in ardent air about us,
yet forming.

Shows from our couch and rich ice cream
I taste you sweet, oh, I taste you cozy;
vicariously sav'ring others' dreams
drinking deep our talk of life,
just dozing.

In all my days and this whole world,
you awe me, Dear, oh, you awe me higher;
as every new sensation unfurls,
it's ever but you, like this, just you
I admire.



For when I ask, I am answered the same.
For curses' movements outpacing the divine.
For contradictions conceding minute freedoms
from the petty origins of our foundational dissonance.
For that epochal prayer, answered as any other.
I am found,
now you no longer hold me lost.

The Fetters of Meaning


We live adrift from mountain to delta,
within or abreast a true flow of self;
being but emancipatory starvation,
bound in fetters of meaning.

We are desperate hostages
in fear of our cessation,
should others' conceptions
be fruitless by our labor.

We bind our fellows,
within our whims,
for sustenance of body,
not welfare of spirit.

We've foraged agaricus,
sought in stray gloom,
to inspire synesthesia
- to catalyze who we are,
to be as we are.

We hide from the world
unripe designs,
to be known as intended,
not mislaid in critique.

We crave foreign validation
of perception and intent,
to love our life's peace
with the currents that we are.

We - Anything - could be anything,
yet perish by risks of being something;
gorged on prescribed faiths so wellintentioned,
we cease to realize our selves.

Castle of Sand


washed out with the tide,
or crumbled by toes;
what difference belies
how it comes and how it goes?

Embodiment of Empathy


The Universe is an existence self-chosen,
a wish to know Her every path - woven;
and oh, You among it
rapturous as Flowers each spring
caught forever in endless new being.

She gives us a fleeting cacophony of sounds,
in rivers, wind, 'n' loneliness abound;
oh, bodies to hear
dreamin' souls to make
and time and strings and pain-rent will
to dance and sing in rhythm with Her trill.

And with Her,
I wedge my fingers deep beneath,
beyond the groves of Your ribs,
where destiny pierced Our fractured souls
before the holly berry bled ink into Your skin.
where so many clichés bed secret feelings,
so gripping and grasped,
You bear Her every pain
while She makes you Everything.

We fall deep in love, forever again, with You,
but struggle beyond the terminal new;
oh, acclimation
how nary a heart can recall
falling endlessly's hardly felt at all.

She painted petals in Her own rosen puddles,
Y'always were a garden, true and supple;
and oh, our greatest pains
arresting awes
that first will's burst of empathy
still speaks, "You have always been Everything."

Oh, for little whiles You are each of We,
unjust sparks in the night of all that can be;
and though all things are but Flowers in the sun,
nothing done ever wasn't done for love.

Dissociated Legacy


daring cautiously beyond
by values refined
when lessons are learned
no credit is due

Oh, Dear Heavens


I know of your great addiction

of how you dissolve the veil
- betwixt your parts
- betwixt you

converging we
- your victim-limbs
- we wide-eyed souls

Insatiably defenseless
- to blissful madness
- in yearning immeasurable

I'm gracious for the limits of your restraint

how even you could not help
- but to slice with your artful blade
- but to draw your pain

piercing surgical fenestellae
- through our narrowed memories
- through you

into each other's arms
- to let us be,
- we, your mated agonies

You needn't be forgiven
for our "amen."

Skin & Air


I'm all around myself now
watching me yearn to run
with my own hand
- so warmly on the small my back -
"If you walk, you'll see everything more."
and you hold her hand
like you'd forgotten that fingers weave
and in that little step among steps
you feel everything.

Invisible Gift


for your every single kindness
and the fears you've wrestled;
for being held in a blind mess,
seldom honestly nestled:
for all you want to be
and all you mean to me
for every step along your heavy journey
I long for you to be seen

Existential Immersion


It's precarious where we walk,
along the cliff beside the sound.
We teeter here, in precious talks,
stumbling beyond the lights of town.

We're from the sea, and will return,
singing harmony to its roar;
but mingling waves cannot discern,
'twixt you and me along their shore.

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