Running Without You
I’m running through these fields of golden wheat
Following the path of my fire so sweet
Past the cottonwoods and the music of meadowlarks
My heart speaks to me and tells me to follow the sparks
Insides ache with emptiness, we grieve
Together, our stories have only begun to weave
I’m running past the descent of the sun
There is only you, the destination of my run
Depart your harbor and hoist up the sail
I’ll run around this earth and send you air mail
Catch the winds that lead you to my heart
It’s impossible for our love to depart
I’m running beneath the sea
Searching for the perfect place for you and me
Our threads of passion have intertwined
No longer is our love hidden and blind
Let your dreams incubate with mine
Love like this is only once, so divine
I’m running towards you with my key
Unlock yourself before our December jubilee
My tumbled scar is healed, removed the suture
Repair my heart, so let us share our future
Our balcony on the Mediterranean will wait
Accompany me into love’s gate
I’m running without you today
I know once you are in, long you will stay
Giving up is not an option for the two
The life we live is not quite through
Bid farewell to that port
It is I who will be your aisle escort
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.11.06.22:37:36@296NYC
Remembering
And on the last day
All had gathered
Trying to remember him
Attempting to contemplate
Not one could come up with reasons
They did not understand his decision to do what he had done
But only one
Had loved
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.12:24:32:56@296NYC
River Rock
As you eat your donuts,
And you sip your tea,
I can’t help but think,
If you’d be suckin’ on me.
As you study your lines,
And you think of photography,
I can’t help but think,
If we’d make our own choreography.
As you wash your hair,
And you think of the sky,
I can’t help but think,
If I’d go down on your thigh.
As you wet yourself with soap,
And you clean your soul,
I can’t help but think,
If you let me go on and cajole.
As you bend forwards,
And you deliver your rump,
I can’t help but think,
If in the night we went thump.
As you sing your song
And I put you in a gag,
I can’t help but think
If we went for a shag.
As you moan your words,
And hear the twinkle of a flute,
I am the Eden,
And you are my fruit.
That is my tale,
A Friday morning,
I am here,
and you are there,
I am a rock,
and you,
a river.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.06.24.10:22:41@NYC
Ramblings of a Constant Search
It’s hard to put to words.
But all around me I see love.
I see my friends in love.
My sister in love with her husband.
With two children,
My nephew and niece who I adore so much.
My father remarried in love.
My mother remarried in love.
My grandfather remarried in love.
My grandparents in love for decades upon decades.
All around I witness love,
Yet I cry every day.
I’ve said it before,
It’s hard to put to words.
To illustrate how much I ache.
My friends are in love.
Some are involved.
Some engaged.
Some married.
Some pregnant.
Some parents.
But I cry every day.
I listen to sad music.
I have tears that roll.
Constantly.
They never stop.
Because I am a man.
A man dying of a broken heart.
Because I am a man.
A man who wishes to be in love.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.10.07.23:31:52@296NYC
Realization of a Serpent
Serpent in
and serpent out.
My thickness will see,
what it’s about.
Passes over
and passes under.
My drive will find,
the cement to bind.
Lookers looking
and waiters waiting.
My shadow unexpected,
yesterday least connected.
The trades go out
and protection is slipped.
My angel wings are ready for flying,
it is certain that I am tired of buying.
Celebration days come
and tree gatherings go.
My what an incorrect lie,
when I say I am going to die.
Grave diggers dig
and mourners come.
She is here not,
as they grant my last plot.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.02.12.22:32@LIRRNYC->StnyBrkLI
Rocket Spine
It’s like a rocket through the spine.
It burns up your entire back.
Striking immediately.
Lightning fast.
You weren’t even aware.
You were just sleeping.
You were only waiting or looking or searching.
Then, BANG!
It’s like a rocket through the spine.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.27.03:37:38@296NYC
Rescue
Oh, darling, I hear your voice calling
Oh, darling, I smell your bounding scent on my sheets
Oh, darling, I taste your lips in my horizons
Rescue me from this pain I’m in
Rescue me from this cruel world
Rescue me from this symphony of love
Oh, darling, I see you in the daylight
Oh, darling, I view you in my dreams
Oh, darling, I listen to your beating heart
Rescue me from the poetry at the tip of my tongue
Rescue me from the thoughts I’ve had for years
Rescue me from the love I lack
Oh, darling, I wish you were here
Oh, darling, I can’t get you out of my mind
Oh, darling, I dream of you daily
Rescue me from this horrible sea
Rescue me from this quest I have for you
Rescue me from this struggle I’m in
Oh, darling, I want you in my arms
Oh, darling, I would die every day for your love
Oh, darling, I knew the falling would be hard
Rescue me from this unbearable disease
Rescue me from this unhappy emptiness
Rescue me from this uncontrollable suffering
Rescue me from the need I have
Rescue me from the desire I live
Rescue me from the heart ache
Oh darling, you’re the one,
Oh darling, I’ve waited so long,
Oh darling, come into my arms,
Oh darling, Oh darling,
Rescue me, Rescue me.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.04.27.03:26:07@296NYC
Rain Fire
Rain Fire
Falling rain
Heaven sent you
I thank the mother
For our land is dry
Fire ruled our land
The evening came and opened up
Swallowed up the land with your rain
Rain Fire
Let the hunt begin
Rain Fire
Let the creatures crawl out
Rain Fire
The fire is damp
Our great creator has released us
Your burning flesh no longer
Breeze came from mountains between two seas
River flowed beyond the nations
Seeds abandoned
Rain Fire
Let the hunt begin
Rain Fire
Let the creatures crawl out
Rain Fire
Great white one gone with cat
Silent blackness covered the landscape
Make image in head
Burned flames with words of great eagle feather
Buffalo entering
No more here
Rain Fire
Let the hunt begin
Rain Fire
Let the creatures crawl out
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.29.12:19:10@1515NYC
reading / read
I am not here.
Reading Read
I am over here.
Reading Read
I haven’t found you
Read that story last night
Haven’t slept in days
Reading Read
I read your mind
I found that heart
Deep inside
Reading Read
Punching thirst
Thinking of a sprinkle
Won’t believe the dust
Reading Read
I’m not reading
Don’t like to read
But I’ll read you up
And forget the soul
Because Reading tonight
Is a book worth reading...
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.06.25.16:39:24@1515NYC
Romantic Lovie
Oh Romeo
My big buddy
My fat cat
Sweet stinker
You run after fishy
You are a great thumper
Romping around
Running around
Laughing
Goofy
Oh Romeo
You black and white
You big eyed wonder
You silly goose!
Showing a path
A running bolt
A stalker
And birdie chirper
Lovie Dovie in bed
Humping thy breast
Tonight, and night
Tickle Tickle toe tickler
Oh Romeo
What?
Whadya say?
What?
You want to play with fishy??
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.12.22.01:39:49 @ 296NYC
Red
I can’t stop now
Ocean waves are breaking
Wild horses are breathtaking
I can only follow you
Into the sky of heaven
I can make a giant leap
But nothing without a holding hand
Inside and out
Today I think about you
And your red hue
Footsteps left in the sand
Someday a return passage
A thought in the salt wind
And a shared glance from yesterday
The sound of the ocean
Calms my heart
Puts me in that place
Deep down inside
In the deepness
Where blue becomes white
And red becomes autumn peach
And pink or blue can be all and warm
I can’t stop now
Someone told me
You were beautiful
But it wasn’t me
I live for today
And don’t want to hurt you tomorrow.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.05.21.15:26:09 @ PH17 Outer Banks NC
Romance (Version #2)
When I smell Romance
I think of you
When I hear music from Angels
I think of you
When I see the moon
I think of you
When I hear Christmas Carols
I think of you
When I feel the warmth of the sun
I think of you
When I see the sunrise and sunset
I think of you
When the tick-tock-clock strikes Eleven O’clock
I think of you
When I’m in the month of April
I think of you
When I visit God
I think of you
When I look into the blue sky
I think of you
When I sleep at night
I think of you
Tightly wrapped up
In your blanket and white sheets
Soft
With baby brown eyes
And I wish
That I was next to you...
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.21.17:20:00 @ Miami,USA FLT#640
00.03.24.01:56:00 @ 296 NYC
00.03.29.01:59:00 @ 296 NYC
Whispers
Return The Start
Don’t kiss me
back
Don’t kiss me
because I kissed you first
Don’t kiss me
because I started too
Don’t kiss me
because you feel obligated too
Don’t kiss me
to finish up
Don’t kiss me
to satisfy me
Kiss me
because
YOU
want to kiss me
Because when you kiss me for any other reason
I feel like the lowest human being on earth
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.28.02:00:00 @ AVA
00.02.28.10:15:00 @ I95
Red Indian Moon
She moves like the silent moon
Over red land in the heart
She destroys the defenses
And makes the warriors weak and ache
She barrels down potions
While the night sky can only look on
I stand in her shadows wishing on sacred lands
And learn the art of sacrifice
Dozens bow to her beauty and silence
People gather and pray to the natural
She hears the beats of the drum
As I attempt to listen to the beats of her heart
She dances in the sun fields
And makes senseless of the innocent
She is still as a windless day
Making the current strong in the mighty river
Her eyes are life fire power
Strong and deadly to the look of desire
Her beauty is no comparison to mother nature
Or to the doves in the clouds
Her scent makes flowers unite
And men speechless with smiles
I know her well under the bright moon
And know the sudden dance of redness
All I can do is dance around in patterns of joy
And circle like an eagle hunter that is blind
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.01.31.16:59:17 @ New York City
00.02.24.03:15:20 @ New York City
Rabbits (Version #3)
They tickled me
Held me tightly
But she turned her back
And walked away
In the April morning
Now left alone
With nothing in my nude
Just the taste in my mouth
From last night’s smile
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.22.16:56:18 @ 1515 NYC
Red Stadium Light
Red stadium light
Penetrated you and I
She was silhouetted
All I can see was bright light
Tingle through my veins
Blood boiling
Warmth from the blast
She was dancing high above
Standing on the chairs
Facing forward towards the light
Grooving, Powerful, Feeling
Falling from airplanes
Catching yourself in the net of love
Reaching, Holding her
My hand on her waist
From behind
Red stadium light
It ignited us
Made my flames burn
Made my tears think
Made my feet tumble from underneath me
Red stadium light
Rained down upon me
Blue sky overnight
Warm air breathed in
She danced in front of me
Like fire in the wind
Like sails in the sea
Like dandelions in the field
Red stadium light
It bounced all around us
My head down in shame
Leaving with nothing
I saw the insides
I explored
I had my twist
I had my time
Now all I can do is walk away
Walk out
Before it’s too late
Before you go
Before the red light goes down
Before the sky turns to dawn
Now all I can do is walk towards you
Walk in
After you have given
After you came
After the red light goes down
After the stars go to sleep
But before I go
Or after I go
Know this
The red light is always on
The stadium lights are always on
Until a box is let loose
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.08.13:09:33 @ 1515 NYC
Run
Come, we have to clean the house. The television set is dusty and filthy and the flies are sipping at the spoiled milk. The milk carton unfolded on the kitchen sink. I smacked one fly by the mirror in the bathroom. We have to clean all those toothpaste marks on the chrome sink and spout and the K-Y Jelly stains on my bed sheets.
No, John, he never made it through puberty. He still goes to his shrine at home and masturbates to the playboy magazines and gives himself sugar disease. He is sad. No, John, you cannot go to the nurse.
Why must I peel away my skin and show you my cleverness or sadness or holiness or calmness or secrets or desires or falsifications or horrors? Why should I open the door and be a fool and dig you a hole in my garden?
I’ve got a ton of chores to do but haven’t been paid my allowance. Swimming in the water pool and bands from Australia play on the outdoor radio. I’m in shades, but not myself today. See my reflection in my glasses and smell the hot dogs and pure beef burgers on the grill. We sat on the bench with the peeling and chipped red paint. The old rain-soaked wood bearing through and sticking to my legs. The brook aside trickles underground to where our gang spray painted on the walls of the tunnel of love. That dog used to bark at us all the time and one time I ran and ran and my head bled and gushed my hands covered in burnt blood dry and thick. But now I’m afloat, adrift in chlorine feeling the heat, but not myself. Not today, maybe tomorrow, lets play catch, I’ve heard that tune, but not that tone now forever now always.
The photographs are lovely. Pornography. Every word, or association. Yes, I belong to the club. Did you see that comedian? He wouldn’t sign. No religion? And no war?
He drove us to see Egg Bert in his old dark green Nova. She with her blond hair, I’ve got my blue eyes from her. I once locked the door and cried but Scooby Doo and my fruit roll-ups after school always soothed the sadness of Lalla and Jocelyn that never formed. She and I always sled together and had Dad build igloos for us. I never got to drive the Volvo or the orange Vega. I’ve seen the Volvo, now and again, it sounds like a television show. Perhaps that one that is all dusty and filthy.
One more, I turned around, tickled, I kicked his ass, I loved it from her. She can tickle me over and over and over again. We smiled, held, the mirror knew. Too bad I couldn’t fit or be or even draw or tell hot from cold I knew the yellow-eyed loved. Black and white view was the best, even climbed, never failed and always slept. I hope he dies in my arms and not yours, beast.
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.09.23.02:28:39 @ 296 New York City
99.09.29.24:17:35 @ 296 New York City
RABBITFUCK
I remember, one day, a few years back ...
While sitting on the toilet, peaking at my shit, as if they were clouds. I noticed the magnificent shape the shit was in. Like Disney characters Mickey & Minnie, ah, childhood. Believe it or not, I was reading Artforum on the potty that day. When talking on the phone and having a drag, my girlfriend calls. She tells me that she wants to tie my legs up to the kitchen chair and make me masturbate in front of her. I tell her she’s crazy but she comes over anyway and fucks me to sleep on my throne of porcelain. I wake up, she still on my shoulders, shit below me, she had pissed all over me. Madonna once said piss is a cleanser, today it got my fungus out of my ass and toes. So, I picked her up, way up high, and ate her out until her thigh was giving me a great big red television reception. She brought that tv in earlier. Just to watch porn, or maybe herself. My girlfriend is a porn star in daisy dukes, she shopped for those cut-off jeans on long ass lines just too entertain me and drive me crazy and insane. Which is why now I do nothing, not even walk or keep house; I just sit on my pot and give up my spouse for this daily shit I do. Too bad, I could have wed or even done med, but without a degree, I’m just going to continue to pee.
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.07.22.01:51:56 @ 296 NYC