With My Eyes, I See

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see what you’re saying

What you’re hiding

What you’re slipping under the table

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see what you’re hoping for

What you’re praying for

Celebrating for

Paying for

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

Under the covers

Under the cloudy sky

Under the planked wood

Under the ocean’s tide

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you turning the corner

I see you ignoring me

Talking to me

Taking my picture

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

In the mirror

In reverse

I see you involved

I see you evolving

I see you with your head down in that book

I see you with your head between your legs

I see you in the court of law

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you on a winter trail

I see you with the wind blowing in your hair

I see you in my dreams

I see you in the last pew

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you behind closed doors

Writing me a farewell

Digging your own grave

Forgetting my name

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you cheating

And cheering

And eating

And ignoring

I see you baking that big birthday cake

I see barking like a dog

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you blind siding me 

I see you car crashing

I see you sleeping

Hovering over me

Tying my knot

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you finding the parking spot

I see you getting a lotto ticket

Hiding behind the tree

Following me

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you buying chocolates

I see you playing games

Tuning the piano

Whispering to the bumble bee

I see you

I see what you’re doing there

I see you smoking that pipe

Carbon dating

Intense mating

Lightning dancing

I see you

I see what you’re doing there

I see you driving fast

I see you diving low

I see you dying slow

Lying

Prying

I see you not minding your own business

I see you

I see what you’re doing there

I see you painting the portrait

I see you holding on

I see you letting go

I see you raising your ego

I see you in the end

At tomorrow’s bend

I see you holding my hand

I see you pretend

I see you

I see what you’re doing there

Biting your nails

Sanding your toes

I see you spitting in the funnel

Doing those science experiments

I see you drinking black coffee

Churning over

Opening that new financial account

Knocking your teeth out

Falling down the stairs

I see you

I see what you’re doing there

Growing your beard

Tattooing your skin

Popping that pimple

Buying products on TV

I see you

I see what you’re doing there

I see you giving your testimony

I see you hiking the mountain

Going up on the down escalator

Steaming up the shower

Denying children

I see you

I see what you’re doing there

I see you bowling a strike

I see you going downhill in second

I see you breathing a sigh of relief

Beating a bucket on your head

Dancing to the beat of a drum

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you spray that perfume

I see you cut your hair

I see you grade student papers

Open up maps

And your GPS

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you opening the freezer

Chill the meat

With a knife slice the beef

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you in an improper gown

In a proper town

I see you with an upside-down frown

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you provoke the spider in the corner

I see you invite your sister and your brother

Ignore mother

Mail the package with proper postage

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you falsely the records

I see you in traffic stopped at a red light at night

I see you combing your hair

I see you sucking on that peppermint candy cane

Listening to vinyl records

Dusting my skin

Forgetting

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you milking yourself

I see you with the gun in the air

Shooting off rounds

Plump and white and with bullet fists

I see you underground and over shadowing

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

With your fancy satellite phone

With your gold grill

I see you with your big fat wallet

Credit cards

Porcelain toilet

Safe outback

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see you eating leftovers

I see you at the complaint department

Putting me in chains

Shutting me out

Spitting in my face

I see 

I see what you’re doing there

I see

© 2026 David Greg Harth

26.01.27.19.37.10@130BklynNYC

The Wolf’s Blind Eye

Deep in the unknown wilderness

Paths are created by animals I’ll never see

Some paths only traveled on once

Some paths are frequently taken

Some paths newly discovered

Some paths discarded

Animals birthing and dying

At different rates 

Depending upon human hunters

Depending upon prey and predator

Depending upon the type of animal

Depending upon availability of food

Depending upon the changing terrain

Depending upon how harsh the weather is

In the brook sprouting in all directions

In the narrows of echoing canyons

In the shadows of every forest tree

In the meadow of innocence

You’ll find a lone wolf

With one blind eye

He is your beacon

Your compass

Your compassionate listener

Your warmhearted spirit

Your generous griever

A friend like no other

And when that lone wolf

Finds you

Do not hide

Welcome it

And die in pride

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.09.13.07.26@345ParkNYC

Winter Approaches (Version #2)

Each passing season

I attempt to recall

The last time I was in love

It’s been so many months

And years

Since that time

I was in love

With you

But now I’m damaged

And forever broken

Because once you love the one and only

And she disappears from you

And she leaves you

Not for another

Not with fear of being loved

Not because she fell out of love

But because she no longer wanted to live

But because she departed so young

But because with a leap

A chord 

A truth

Desire I couldn’t prevent

Everything I knew turned dark

Grey

Morbid

Black

That day

You were my love

And you ended love for me

When you decided your life

Was no longer viable

© 2015 David Greg Harth

15.12.01.10:29:59@200VeseyNYC

Windows

I take my wife’s knife

The one she stashed below the mattress

Beneath the bed frame was my baseball bat

Both were there just in case we had intruders in the house

My wife wasn’t home

My kids were at school

I didn’t tell my wife that two weeks ago I was laid off from my job

I’ve battled depression for decades

It got worse as the years went on

My marriage was falling apart

My kids hated me

Alone in the house I took my wife’s knife

I made clear and concise cuts

From my wrist downwards toward my cubital fossa

With clear and concise cuts

© 2015 David Greg Harth

15.02.08.18:02:00@NYC

Wasn’t Told

I didn’t get the telegram

And after the last look I gave

When I was on top of the hill

About to go over

And never return

I caught your last glance

But it was too late

Buried in a box

My fate is sealed

Along with everything 

That was me

To you

Because I loved you

But you loved me too late

Now

I am dead

I am dead

© 2014 David Greg Harth

14.10.27.21:45:03@130BklynNYC

Walking

The further I breach the border of sanity

The closer I reach the destructive addiction

The closer I become addicted

The higher the chances of full blown insanity

The higher the insanity the greater the chance I become a statistic

The chance of me becoming a statistic is within seven minutes

© 2014 David Greg Harth

14.02.25.16:17:36@323NYC

We Wake, We Sleep, We Say

Songs of the morning starlings greet us

Silently the tangerine beams of sunshine awake us

Its light bends around us and keeps us aglow

From the open window a slight breeze tickles the sheer ivory curtains

Making them dance and cast shadows upon our still selves

The scent of jasmine and lilac fills the air

Cherry blossoms sail past the sill

With my head still calmly against your bosom

I wake next to you

My love that keeps me alive

And keeps me awake

We carry on with our day

Knowing that you walk upon the same earth as I

Life is abundant with small enriching atonements

Time eludes us quickly without warning

Evening reveals itself in its common routine

As the night stars gaze upon us in jealous awe

We say our goodnights

So we may sleep once more

My kiss to you was my very last

For come next dawn

Wake I shall not

I have released you from my grip of affection

And I have escaped from this prison

Into the waters of the state’s divide

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.05.05.19:25:27@323NYC

Women of Sierra Leone

Like clusters of sugary cereals on statuesque aisles

Cocoa Puffs, Cap'n Crunch, and Lucky Charms in high piles

Between surrounding swordsmen from other conquering tribes

Searching for the mate who will become our brides

She'll judge our faithful eyes and loving courage

As we break free of our prison and bondage

She'll be our bona fide canon and lover of truth

Escape our sweetest tooth and honest youth

She'll be our milk and our honey forever

Interlace us and challenge us with the foremost endeavor

Our greatest ambition is to achieve such grace

And have her hand in such a place

To have that hand she must give all

Before he puts up the monumental wall

© 2011 David Greg Harth

2011.11.14.13:37:00@130BklynNYC

Winter Approaches

I feel this cold stillness

I put on my over coat

Over my shirt and over my sweater

I wrap my neck in a scarf

And I put my knitted hat on my head

Winter approaches

What have I accomplished?

But only another year

Of not killing myself

I suppose a rejoice should be had

For that in itself

May be considered

The greatest accomplishment of all

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.06.30.01:13:18@130BklynNYC

When Snow Falls, Clouds Speak

Snow cascades down upon me

Covering my head

Surrounding me toe to knee

In a blanket of white

My wandering mind wonders

Everything seemed so right

The clouds speak to me

Reminders of you

In everything I do and see

I’ll lean way back to kiss the sky

With an arch to heaven

I confess my heart does not lie

My heart says take me

It shouts louder than the cloud’s reach

Stretches further than the vast sea

Beneath these clouds I put my ear

I listen to your untold stories

Your secret whispers are what I hear

Falling frozen crystals bind to me

Each snowflake is encrypted with the same message

They each say you have the key

These speaking clouds gently drift by

I remember the sensational touch of your soft skin

And the delicate twinkle in your eye

Notes fall from the sky for me

Revelations of sweetness and desire

Tales of love and tranquility

In the snowy night I hear your voice

Each passing cloud brings time closer

In the future I know we shall rejoice

This snow around me is waist deep

Collect your dreams at night

Alongside you I wish to sleep

Clouds of yesterday talk to me

Thinking of you each moment I’m alive

Next time I will forever kiss thee

Today and tomorrow, you are missing

From this snowy earth to this cloudy stratosphere

It is you I miss kissing

When the time is right for you and me

Nothing can deny these meeting souls

Everlasting love is what I foresee

So, with a breath of fresh air

Clouds have spoken and snow has fallen

I am your mate and I am your hare

I bid you farewell to you from me

Silently I depart with awakening storms

Know that my heart is yours entirely

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.01.15.03:30:23@130BklynNYC

Water Solutions

Too slippery too salty too clear too milky too dark.

Too wet too smooth too hard too bitter too sweet.

Too chemically too thin too fat too cold too hot.

Too airy too thick too green too blue too metal.

Too old too new too silky too grainy too rough.

Too filled too empty too broad too wide too hidden.

Too deep too shallow too yellow too hollow too tainted.

Too fast too slow too much too fluid too damp.

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.01.05.16:37:39@550MadisonNYC

What Must Be Done

Demanded from yesterday

An old oak tree wilts atop the hill

Cold winter came upon us

Set forth this bone chill

Decapitated crow scowls

Thin ice cracks below feet

Dead leaves scatter in the wind

Soulless about to defeat

Distant church bells chime

An echo of sadness sweeps across frozen land

Funeral procession marches

Boat across Styx isn’t even manned

Desolate unknown graves blanket us

Alienated from mother’s womb

Hollow wooden coffins contain us

Vacant heart is sealed in a tomb

Damaged bricks form a facade

Footsteps in mud lead nowhere

Failing to see the door ajar

Plummeting into a spiral of despair

Dangerous falling of fate

Home now; empty of life

Sparse and silent of rhythm

Bled from head to toe with knife

Descent into depths of loneliness

Burned by a beloved’s deception

Nailed by foot, nailed by wrist

Born of immaculate conception

Damned wings are delicate

Ground caught daily tears

Soaked earth flourished

New trees sprout for years

© David Greg Harth

2010.12.17.09:42:10@550MadisonNYC

Waiting (Version #3)

I’m sitting next to you

At your bedside

In this sterile room

Of a Bronx hospital

Your reasons are gone

And your spirit has departed

Your hand is still warm

Your mouth, still damp

You don’t know that I am here

You cannot feel my touch

Hear my voice

Or see my soul

Together we are just waiting

Waiting for you to die

© 2009 David Greg Harth

09.12.02.11:14:00@Greenwall2545UnivBronxNYC

Went, Wept

Monthly moon

Eighth day past rest

Barricaded heart

Barracuda battle

Long, lost, here

Tomorrow, lost, gone

Best known thief

Inks her signature mark

© 2009 David Greg Harth

09.04.28.12:45:00@FLTSA612

Wyeth’s

For a moment,

You are my world

Your rose lips meeting mine

Your blues capturing mine

Your scent swallowing me whole

Your hands touching mine

Your hair draped over my shoulder

Your legs crossing mine

No creature can compare

No monarch butterfly, no speckled humming bird

No sunlight or glowing moon

No ocean wave, no afternoon breeze

I see the beauty in your heart

And I must confess

Before statues of angels

Before witnesses of reverence

I am eager to know more

It is my deepest truth

My amorous intent

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.10.13.15:45:16@130Brooklyn

Where Is The Beer? The Beer Is On The Shoe.

Wine spills

Guinness follows

She bends

I witness her cleavage

Her smile and pierced chin

Shoes wet

Table chips

Fisherman sits

Walking by

Stumble beneath

Second round

Euros spent

No hires meant

Stocking stuffer

Purple melting

Mind loss

Your host lost

Secret stealth

Twice occupied

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.09.12.12:47:00@FCORome

Where Is Argentina?

I’m positive

Between your well-worn shoes

Cobble stone streets

Armor guarded chapels

Broken stains

I’m a descendent

Waking up to your

Holy neons and pointing nuns

Priests dub a new track

They close the shutters

She passes by in multiples

Together bare

In every hue and shade

Youthful fountains everywhere

Straddle your motor

Midnight speed

Frozen, I kiss the city

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.09.10.18:57:00@PantheonRome

What Good Is Light For?

I need the dampness

I need the cream

I need her orange scarf

I need his dream

No flying darkness

No shining light

No wedding bed

No rocky bite

I need the prowling

I need the steak/stake

I need her skin

I need his passing ache

No Greek goddess

No night lullaby

No fee reason

No blood dye

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.09.07.11:30:00@BerlinMunichFLT#234

Wrong

Decisions are wrong

Mistakes are made

Worst of all

Is the disease that has no cure

And the heart that has no pulse

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.05.30.24:01:12@296NYC

Waking Up

On a different day

The sun sets upon the morning dew

The moon is twelve hours away

Loneliness is your best friend

You hold her warm hand again

Locked eyes penetrate within

It is the heart that lies

The direction that spoils

You are flooded

The moon now rises

In this short day

When the west moved east

The sails took an end

Tomorrow is no more

Apologies in hollow scared places

Petrified in salt

You exist once more

Like before

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.05.10.02:04:08@296NYC