Untitled (I Take You)

I take you by the front

I take you by the rear

I take you in arms

And behold

Wrap around, no rape will occur

I take you by the flesh

I tear at your skin

I choke you alive

As I shove my cock deep inside

I ram my thick meat

Up your juicy cunt

I eat away at your soul

Before you can cum

I eat at your breasts

Before you can scream

I eat at your mind

Before you can breathe

I fuck you

Harder and harder

As one can get

I ram my pistol

My pistol of love

Deep inside your tight pink pussy hole.

As “So Cruel” plays

I flow with the motion

On every beat

You receive my meat

On every beat

You bow down to my feet

I fuck you slowly

After the harsh

I fuck you slowly

Not because I love you

Not because you are sexy

Not because I want to fuck you hard

But because you are my friend

© 1996 David Greg Harth

96.12.10.03:00:00@31USQWNYC

Perfume

Sadness throughout the land

One man can save all the dead souls

He comes in the night, all in black

An artist of many trades

Strong in heart

He comes in the night, and repetition of glory

An artist of many thoughts

Sadness will come in death valley

Across the sea

All who float

Are dead at his feet

He will come to save us

My Lord

He will show no mercy

My Lord

He will come to save us all

The Devil himself

The Angel himself

It is such a beautiful day

Drinks are offered

On the beach

Walk the dog

Never be raped

Read a book

I will suck

Your Blood until you are dry

Take the goodness

I will kill myself

Goodnight forever

I am dying

Over and over

I am slowly dying

Inside

I am rotting away

The drugs

The perfume

The hell they have given me

© 1996 David Greg Harth

96.12.10.02:00:00@31USQWNYC

Untitled (Devil Love)

For hours,

My arms hug your warmth.

I will kiss you forever upon sight.

Forever and ever.

It will last.

Never let go.

Please be real.

Oh, please do.

I am your angel.

But I could be your devil.

© 1996 David Greg Harth

96.10.07.23:45:00@31USQWNYC

Untitled (Places Taken)

I will take you to the park.

the forest.

the desert.

the beach.

the ocean

the sea.

the lake.

the hill.

the mountain.

the city.

the valley.

the plain.

the field.

the pond.

the creek.

the brook.

the rock.

the town.

I will take you in the bakery

Or in the movies

At home

Or in the office

I will take you on a plane

Or on a train

At a ball game

Or at a Broadway show

I will take you in car

Or in a bed

At a nature park

Or at a hotel.

I will take you near and far.

Here and there.

I will take you up and down.

East and West

I will take you to black and white

To see colors all over.

Over and over, I will take you.

More in my mind.

None in the flesh.

Yet.

Yet to be seen....

© 1996 David Greg Harth

96.10.07.23:30:00@31USQWNYC

Untitled (America 3rd)

Complication

Invitation

Revolution

Imagination

Motivation

Impregnation

Juxtaposition

Location

Separation

Dislocation

Verification

© 1996 David Greg Harth

96.10.07.12:15:00@31USQWNYC

Untitled (Waiting For You)

I will wait for you.

If you are my dream.

I will be yours.

If you are a figment.

I will let the love go, but not you.

I searched, I waited, for you.

Are you real?

Are you mine?

Why so far, yet so close?

Why do we meet?

Who gave us permission?

I am your angel, an angel from hell.

I come to take you to heaven.

Forever and ever, we will live.

In white lace I embrace your smooth body.

I take you, caress you always.

I have wanted you for the longest time.

Where have you been?

Ties will be broken.

I will not keep my hopes open.

I have been hurt.

I am sure you have too.

I will not be hurt.

I am your angel.

I will wait.

Send me your love.

Prove your existence.

Dance with the devil in the moonlight.

Dance with me under the stars tonight.

Dance with the animals, hum with the birds.

Suck like the insects, read like the mammals.

Eat list like the fish, love like the doves.

Wake up on a bed of roses.

I grew each one for you.

Selected and picked.

I took the thorns off for you.

So, your fingers would not bleed.

I love your tight ass,

may I feel it?

touch it?

caress it?

The darkness will always prevail.

I wish I knew you in the flesh.

Till then, my mind will make do.

© 1996 David Greg Harth

96.10.07.05:05:00@31USQWNYC

Untitled (Souls)

I turn you around

Kiss on the cheek

Kiss on the parting lips

On the nose

On the eyebrow

The water runs down

Between our bodies

Between our souls

Cold or warm

It runs between our curves

Into our insides

Into our hearts

Around the forms

Beneath the wonders

I insert my tongue

Your lips part

I feel your heart

Beating with my pulse

I ignite a flame

Too much to comprehend

The sun is going down

I hug you dearly

Forever and ever

The day went by

Over and over

We spent it in water

We walked to an ocean

While motionless

And did not leave our location

Only our minds

Our hearts.

© 1996 David Greg Harth

96.10.07.02:15:00@31USQWNYC

Untitled (Strict Poem)

I shackle you to a bed post.

I pulse an image

    in front of your eyes.

I show you a complex for your thought.

I take from the kitchen sweet desserts.

I eat my desserts with you...

    on the bed...

    you in shackles,

    I in black.

© 1996 David Greg Harth

96.10.07.01:30:00@31USQWNYC

How To Survive A Hospital Stay

First of all, do not eat the food

Ignore the doctors

For they are our friends,

but do not trust them.

Think about throwing the little crying children out of the window

And gaze into your surroundings

at the streets below and sky above

Play games, like name as many words that start with the letter “L.”

Lollipops

And laughing lions

Large lamps

or lightning linear lines

While in the bathroom, count the ceramic tiles

Drink all the apple juice

And fill the rubber gloves with water,

Yes now we have RGWB’S, no not a disease,

but a Rubber Glove Water Balloon.

When done with the first lesson,

now turn on the foreign TV station,

and make believe you enjoy the music

Then call another patient’s room and annoy them

After that, of course, move your bed up and down, until it breaks

Then press the button for the nurse,

When she comes, “Oh, sorry, I just wanted to know if it worked.”

Last but not least, sit by the window and look as the scene

The cops nailed another one

The truck delivered it’s bandaids

The Mercedes and Jags, and Lexuses and BMWs all roll in

The people flirting

and the bum drinking

Then you glance up, see your reflection in the glass

and then you realize and say, “Why God, why me?”

© 1992 David Greg Harth

92.05.02.22:00:00@NewCityNY