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Sleeping

Sleeping next to you

White sheets wrapped around us

Hearing a quiet purr from your side of the bed

Sunday morning light never looked so good

Bouncing around these angled walls

 

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.01.27.10:02:12 @ Toronto CAN WC&S

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She Said

I loved her mysterious brown eyes

I loved her beautiful brown hair

I loved her soft skin against mine

 

I loved her as she kissed my mouth

I loved her hair against my chest

I loved her lips exploring my navel

 

I loved her nipples perking through

I loved her tight ass

I loved her smooth legs

 

I loved her arms around mine

I loved her music she created in bed

I loved her going down on me

 

I loved her scent surrounding my neck

I loved her toes touching mine

I loved her fingers running through my hair

 

I loved her wrapping around me

I loved her sweating in the night with me

I loved her midnight tease

 

I loved her in the evening

I loved her in the day

I loved her today, and yesterday

 

As I crawled down beneath the sheets

Slowly towards her inner thigh

About to stick my tongue and twirl

Taste her warmness, her wetness, her insides, her sweetness,

She said “I am sorry”

As I approached nearer with my tongue

My eyes wide open

I saw she had a cock, and she was a he, and not my she ...

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.12.20.02:43:44@296NYC

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Song of Bangladesh

I am Bangladesh!,

I am the power of the sky!

 

I am Bangladesh!,

I am the power of the sky!

 

I am Bangladesh!,

I am the power of the sky!

 

(*) repeat versus until

you are fully pulled

between intersections

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.12.13:00:00:00@StPetersburgFL

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Silent Moment, Silent Fantasy

It was for only one moment.

I caught your eye for that single moment.

The rush filled my veins.

My heart quickly pumped my body full of my warm blood.

It was for only a short while.

A paused moment in time.

Silent.

 

It was wonderful. Beautiful. Like nothing I have ever experienced.

Ever witnessed. Ever felt. Ever thought of.

It was beyond belief.

It was a single moment in time.

Beyond the most intimate fantasies.

Beyond the most intimate connections.

 

For one silent moment in time.

You caught my eye.

Our eyes connected.

We held each other for eternity.

Like a single flame in the fire.

Intense.

 

Nobody saw the moment.

Just you and I.

Experienced in its silent epic.

A story untold to thousands, unreal.

A silent moment, a silent fantasy.

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.12.10.02:03:41@296NYC

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secrets

secrets under covers

secrets out back

 

secrets with morning orange juice

secrets not told

 

secrets in the city

secrets hidden behind

 

secrets in your mind

and secrets in my pocket....

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.10.09.14:31:00@1515 NYC

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September 11th 2001

It’s a beautiful day

Sunny. Warm. Not a cloud in the sky.

Peaceful. A day that all should get wed on.

A day that all should play ball on. A day that all

should be on a swing set. A day that all should picnic on.

A day that all should take a winding walk on.

 

Now there is one cloud in the sky. A huge tremendous wrong cloud.

A black cloud over Manhattan attacking Brooklyn from West to East.

A flowing evil cloud with Financial Paper debris. With lifeless thoughts

and burnt dreams. With the smell of body parts of falling lovers.

 

Today is a national holiday. I’ll have off work next year. What will I do?

 

It’s a beautiful day. My world is gone. My children live in a new world today.

Everything is different. Milk and bread, no longer. Milk and bread, is the new.

Watch your back, and watch your friend.

Watch your enemy, and watch your friend.

Watch your front, and watch your friend.

 

It’s so sunny and warm out. I’m mad. I’m angry.

I’m furious. I’m intense. I’m not walking backwards.

I’m moving. I’m coming. I’m leading.

 

It was a beautiful day, today.

I’ll never forget it. Won’t forget it.

I’ll have America in me every day.

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.09.11.15:00:00@296NYC

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Suicide (Version #2)

Today I thought about killing myself.

Thought about the ways I could.

I could stab myself.

I could shoot myself.

I could go to the shop and run circular saws over my body.

Drill my head.

But If I did all this, my boyfriend won’t be able to fuck me anymore.

I’d be nothing.

Just a dead woman.

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.07.13.01:59:57@296NYC

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Spoken Word

If you let me write poetry on you

Ink on your inner thigh

Put my mark on your inner thigh

Would you let me read

Would you let me give you

My spoken word?

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.06.19.14:19:09@1515NYC

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Super Alien

Streak stream

Zoom on by

New products

New revolutions

Shreak!!!

 

Zip Zap Boom BLAM!

Zippity Zoopity Zop Blop Dop!

 

Ding Dam Boom Bram!

Shring bing bong boof!!!!

Beep deep beep boop!

Bring ring ding ding!!!

 

Silver flesh

Super Alien

Go away

Go away

 

Silver fresh

Super Alien

Come back tonight

Tonight...

Make the force

Field shield make a love fest, nest

Fry don’t lie to me slink dink

 

Wow N round!

Job bee dee!

BLAM BLAM!

shut shut shut shut

Damn! Damn!

BRRRrrrraaaammmm!!!!

BOOM!

 

chaga chaga chaga DING!

silver fresh

Alien speed

Alien need

Super Alien!!!

Super Alien!!!

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.24.16:43:43 @ 1515 NYC

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Stop

You can’t stop me

I’ll keep walking

Straight forward

Past the passing trains

and traffic lights

 

I’ll pass Elvis and Dylan

On my road

To becoming a remembered ghost

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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Sad

Sad because you don’t know why

Sad because I made a black painting

Sad because I thought about cutting off my ear

Sad because no one is here to put their arms around me

Sad because my will is incomplete and I don’t have a phone number handy

Sad because the bed that is usually on fire is shadowed by the pretend music

 

Sad because she knows

Sad because she is so mighty

Sad because she is so beautiful

Sad because she is so right

Sad because she is so tremendous

Sad because she is not here

Sad because she is not mine

 

Sad because a candle burns alone

Sad because I smell of smoke

Sad because I’ve been sold

Sad because my property went

Sad because

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.11.12.23:21:33 @ 296 New York City

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Sea Of Grass

Long stemmed Japanese grass

Swallowed me up

And baby birds fell from the sky

 

In the curves of my ear

I could hear the soundtrack of my life

An orchestrated musical journey

 

She twisted around me

Encompassed my passion

She knew my thoughts and circled my being

 

The panda bear sits eating still leaves

The butterfly floats on a shared dream

The ladybug survives an ocean tide

 

Today is brought to me

Delivered with soft hands

And brown eyes

 

She sits and waits

I search and turn

We join again and again

Nothing stopping

Not even poison or ice

 

I sit and wait

She is the cherished speed

We join again and again

Nothing stopping

Not even red glows or gliding rubber

 

We are two

From an island unknown

But we survive

Grow together

We follow the examples

of the great panda bear

delicate butterfly and soft ladybug

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.08.11.22:00:00@296NYC

00.09.12.12:39:00@296NYC

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Scent (Version #2)

I love it when

I can still smell your scent

On the bath towel you just used

On the pillow case you just slept on

On the shirt of mine you just borrowed

 

I love it when

I can smell your scent

When I’m up against your neck

Sleeping next to your shoulder

Or licking the curves of your back

 

I love it when

I can still smell your scent

On the sheets I wrap myself in

On the candle you just burned

On the soap you just used

 

I love it when

I can smell your scent

When I hold your hand

Remembering your eyes

Or kissing your lips

 

I love it when

I can still smell your scent

On the card you sent me

On the shoulder you cuddled upon

On the flowers you left behind

 

I love it when

I can smell your scent

When I’m hugging you goodbye and hello

Smiling with your heart

Or listening to your passion

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.06.20.09:14:13@296NYC

00.06.22.01:45:11@296NYC

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Satan’s Pride

I walked in

Brain went warm and swelled

I was wet in my mouth and dry in the eyes

The stained glass colors made the thick columns gay

Palms were in my palms

I held them, felt them, but could not sculpt them

 

A crowd gathered

No famous person here

No Hollywood make-believe

No rock-star

 

Calm

Sitting still

Listening

Learning

And feeding on the truth of those before me,

Infront of me, behind me and all around me

 

This is the hour when he triumphed over Satan’s pride

The hour when he can deliver and show me the reason for arches

The hour when my eyes stop twitching

This is the hour when he triumphed over Harth’s pride

The hour when art became true reality

The hour when my palms dropped to the hard wood

 

Organ sound systems

Tight

The scent surrounding

Deep swallowing I roll back

I wish I could turn around and see who is standing at the door

 

I drank a cup of wine

And the invisible man did not show

I drank a cup of wine

And plagued my bread and butter

 

I could not dip

For I might burn

I could not walk

For I might burn

 

But the suicides tell me Ill burn in hell

And the snowfall lit her night and broke glass on the steps

But the beauties tell me to obey

And the men bring the cure

 

This is the hour when he triumphed over Satan’s pride

This is the hour when he triumphed over Harth’s pride

This is the hour

And the hour lasts

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.04.21.03:23:56@296NYC

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Speechless

Speechless

Wordless

Only a Kiss

Can convey my feelings

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.03.16.10:22:01 @ Q-Train NYC BWAYLAF->TIMESSQ

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Snowfall

It’s 1am

And I’m wandering these old streets

   of lower Manhattan

The gentle snow is cascading down

Each flake is reflected

   in the yellow light of the lamppost

I walk on the snow covered

   cobble stone roads

I see the whiteness forever

   settling on the red brick buildings

   bordering these street labyrinths

 

It’s cold in the air

   I can see my breath

But all around

   I feel warm

The snow falls on my hair

   Covers my jacket

   And lays upon my soft lips

 

Everywhere I look

   Snow falls in patterns of joy

   In a hurry to fall and land

They land on window sills

   And on parked cars

   Even on dogs walking by

They land on my feet

   And on my ears

   Even on the space between my upper lip and nose

 

I see all this beautiful snow

It blankets the city down

And I smile

   How could I not think of you

   When I see such beauty in this world?

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.02.04.04:47:43@296NYC

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Sexually Explicit Uncomfortable-ality

I thrust my cock deep inside of her pussy.

She sucked my cock.

Deep throat.

I fucked her hard.

I ate her out.

I finger-fucked her.

I penetrated her young innocence

I cummed on her face.

She fucked me hard.

She licked my cock.

I tit-fucked her.

I sucked her.

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.28.02:00:00 @ New York City

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Shit Blood

It’s been 3 days

And 3 nights

For 3 days

And 3 nights

Ive had blood in my shit

 

Shit in my blood

Red blood shit

I’ve shitted my blood, red

Red shit

 

My shit had blood

And bled from my ass

As I shit, shit red

Blood shit

Red shit

 

For 3 days

And 3 nights

I’ve bled in my shit

From my red shit ass

Shit red

 

Blood shit

Don’t go up my ass

I don’t want to shit

Blood red shit

Shit

 

Red shit

From my ass

Blood drip

From my shit

Shit red

 

Red Shit

Blood red

Shit

From my red ass

Blood in my shit

Don’t shit up my ass

 

My shit was red

For 3 days

And 3 nights

I shit my blood

And red was my shit

 

 

© 1999 David Greg Harth

99.11.16.16:27:30@1515NYC

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The Sound Of Silence

Deaf

I hear nothing

Silence

She made me keep quiet

An orchestra of violins

And ultramarine hues

Asian sun

Humid air over my two moons rising

The ocean steps foward on white sands

Three times I called out

No return, no echo

Shaved myself clean today

No stubble on my jaw

No under arm hair or eyebrow hair

Just an empty road taken alone

Curving and bending

Oncoming cars and hotel tips

My army shirt

Afternoon tea and biscuits

She made me deaf

I drown in the pools of my tears

They swallow my body and shadow

And I sink to the bottom of the dark blue

In the coldness of silence

As Iπm kneeling down infront

I hear an angels voice calling my name

Breathing in the ebony air

Wrap my arms around empty self

My tears of salt and past drop to the floor

The aged wooden floor absorbs my history

And the dreams of fallen teeth

Fly up to the windows from beneath my stained self

I hear nothing

The thoughts in my head

Yells from my father and mother

Wind birds on my shoulder

The silence now buried

And you can kiss the air and taste the scent

Chisel my name into your stone heart and memory

Always remember that I cared you

© 1999 David Greg Harth

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