Sinking In Sorrow
I am sinking,
Water up to my neck,
I can’t help my ache.
Wanting you
Like never before,
Never healed.
Never in love.
I am sinking,
Over the rush.
Climbing and tackling,
Taking the journey
Head on.
I am sinking,
Following your steps.
Avoiding the flood.
The drops of pain.
Love is all around.
I’m here,
Always for you.
I am sinking,
My heart is breaking.
An ensemble of
Cloaked mourners gather.
Under dark skies
Bagpipers play.
Drowning out these
Tears of love.
I am sinking,
I’ve written you a love song.
I’ll whisper it in your ear,
As you get lost
In my arms.
I am sinking.
© 2005-11 David Greg Harth
05.07.01.21:56:00@NYC
11.01.05.16:59:21@550NYC
So Easily Forgotten
I was whisked
Uplifted and uprooted
That tornado came pounding at my door
No matter how I denied its entry
It still entered with such commanding force
Powerful to knock me from my stable stance
Spin me hundreds of feet into the air
Landing miles away from my origin
Now at a different location
With no sense of home
And no direction
No one knows my name
And no one recognizes my face
I am forgotten
© 2010 David Greg Harth
10.08.23.14:21:37@550MadisonNYC
She Doesn’t Know
Wake up
Slowly rise from your secure sheets
Set aside last year’s tears
Paperwork is done
Signatures made it complete
I love her beyond any moon’s dream
I love her from eternity to infinity
How come she doesn’t know?
I haven’t told her yet.
Wake up
From the sleep which hides you
Bring forth your beauty
Allow me to enter you
As no man has entered you before
I love her more than the stars cradle the moon
I love her more than the waves break on the beach
How come she doesn’t know?
I haven’t told her yet.
Wake up
Let my whispers guide you
Let my gentle touch caress you
This heart belongs to you
Forever you may keep its chambers
Let our lips collide
Through transatlantic borders we do not divide
Love like this will never hide
How come she doesn’t know?
I haven’t told her yet.
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.09.26.14:29:05@BirzeitPalestine
Starbucks Whore & Folgers Pimp
I will not hide
Declare the truth from deep inside
Broadcast my desire
The hills of Athens are on fire
I want to cup your perfect breast
From my palm to my mouth
Ideas simply suggest
So, remove your quill from your given
Install wishes to your lady’s driven
Touch your soft skin to mine
Let words intertwine
Round honey stare
Your skin sensitive and bare
From hourly champagne
To your splint with her in the rain
This is the break, the part, the area when you become a whore
From corner to corner, you always want more
Bring up the coffee to your rose lips
My caffeinated tongue shall trace the outline of your hips
But who am I? But just a Folgers Pimp
My beating heart has a continuous limp
Alone in my world of compositions
With coffee, we’ll have multiple positions!
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.08.30.19:51:33@130BklynNYC
Second Time
In the emptiness of it all
A string quartet plays melodies
Similar to the ones that of my grandfather hummed me to sleep
I break open
Pour the coffee, skip the milk, add the sugar
Silently sipping, now lukewarm after a few minutes wait
It was raining on that December day
I was brought by ambulance to the hospital
Given injections in my legs
Still, I lay
Still, I have become
No fear, or regrets
No embarrassments, no chartered waters
Like I said, no reasons, no more
I stand tall
With my fleshy weapon strong at my side
My eyes focused on the target
Rage in my heart — no sympathy
In my shade I cannot hide
In the sun, I will fade, and surely die
With no more options
No more running, making, inhaling
Without freedom
Without eight hours fight
Without her love
Only a small instance
Of left over scraps
Of left over disease
I beg you to forgive me
For what I am about to achieve
My achievement,
Museum quality
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.08.12.21:08:31@130BklynNYC
Spectrum
Swiftly moving
In this underground galaxy
Beneath rivers of imports
And solid granite rock
In long metal cans
Conditioned with cold air
Stuffy urine sweat
Or wet dogs of August heat
I travel to and from
Among every color and background
With Puerto Ricans, Koreans and Indians
With Germans, Greeks, and Chinese
With Christians, Muslims and Jews
With punks, preps and beauty queens
Each shade of a person
Next to me
I’m the minority
On these orange seats of paradise
We are all in transit
Dressed in black
Or the monk’s cloth
Short skirts and platforms
Or jeans below the knees
In our suits and ties
And grandmother mothballs
In our Yankee caps
And Cole, Karan and Klein
Reading, jiving and gazing
Writing, listening, and sleeping
We ride at night
And sunrise must
We travel for dollars
Five borough hollers
This is my New York City
My journey, my home
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.05.01.11:40:00@ManhattanBridgeNYC
09.05.14.22:33:49@130BklynNYC
Seppuku
I guarantee you.
You have a full warranty.
For years to come.
Full replacement.
Parts plus labor.
You have nothing to worry about.
Everything is perfect with your purchase.
Like said.
Like declared.
Like old age.
Like neuro twelve.
Like loving you.
Like telling true.
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.17.24:18:00@130BklynNYC
She heard me, She heard what I said
I told her what I thought
She was who I sought
I leaned in near
Whispered a secret in her ear
I spoke my mind
She was a goddess to mankind
I told her the truth
During her blooming youth
I warmed her soul
She completes me whole
I spoke from my arresting heart
No force could keep us apart
I told her forever I’d be here
Continued each and every year
I did not pretend, I did not lie
She is my earth and she is my sky
I spoke true
Love was making a debut
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.15.22:16:48@130BklynNYC
Sock Pimp
You pusher
You Swiss Mother Fucker
Bringing your Euro trash wants to
America’s K-Mart and Target and Hanes Catalog Order
You Swiss Mother Fucker!
You trailing behind my gold striped socks
You trading in your comfort greys for black thins
Pushing and pulling and putting on and taking off
You waiting in line for the Mode and Vox and Architect!
You bulldozer sprayer, hand holder, Shinjuku fish eater, squirt maker!
You waffle maker, breast molester, radiology tumbler, fowl mouth kisser!
You fart smeller, shit blood remixer, rock star, Mountain Dew addict!
You Swiss Mother Fucker!
Sock pusher, Sock hustler, Sock whore, Sock pimp!
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.11.21:29:38@130BklynNYC
So Many Times
Every encounter
With every moment
With every calendar day
With each month
Every second
Hour after hour
With every person
Every lover
Every sexual encounter
With every visit
Every solution
Every consumption
Daily
Minute by minute
Every full moon
Every cycle
Every revolution
Every evolution
Numerous
Every occasion
Every holiday
Every day off
Every time
Suicide
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.30.17:05:30@130BklynNYC
Stopping Love
I stop time.
I stop the earth’s rotation.
I stop the clouds moving across the skyline.
I stop the clock rotating.
I stop the birds in flight.
I stop the flower growing.
I stop the river flowing.
I stop the volcano erupting.
I stop the tear crying.
I stop the ladybug crawling.
I stop the enemies fighting.
I stop the bombs dropping.
I stop the dew forming.
I stop the rain falling.
I stop the race beginning.
I stop the heart beating.
I stop the light shining.
I stop the sun setting.
I stop the wind blowing.
I stop the music playing.
I stop the painter painting.
I stop the singer singing.
I love to stop.
I stop to love.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.07.25.13:20:23@130BKLYN
Silver Coughing
I expected a delivery package.
I coughed up a mouth full of silver.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
07.08.28.15:37:00@505HudsonNYC
08.05.25.20:09:16@296NYC
Starting Ending
If you are entitled to only
One dream and one heart,
How do you pick?
If you cannot pick, cannot select
If you cannot control time,
If you cannot do so many things
In the limited time of life
What shall you do?
Sleep in your coma?
Give birth to your children?
Love your lover?
Do you sing your songs?
Believe in your religion?
Carry your Bible?
Take it to the longest day?
The poetry? The diary? The drawing?
What will you do?
When you have but one choice -
One choice only?
Do you discard your memory?
Your experience? Your future?
How do you decide?
What makes the decision?
What starts the fire? What makes the heat?
What drowns the sadness? What makes the tears roll?
How does your day get better?
How worse?
How common?
How do you tell the truth? Or live a lie?
How do you live the truth? Or tell a lie?
How often are you real?
How often are you someone else?
They ask -
What will you do? What should you do?
Some day -
It may be just the day you are in love with
While the day, is not in love with you
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.18.19:26:55@296NYC
She’s In Love
Stopped eating months ago,
Took off her gown, her dress,
Finished up her hair,
Put away her make up,
It was Tuesday,
She’s in love now.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.01.10.16:15:07@599BwayNYC
Sleeping (Version #2)
There is no time to sleep.
Only to command.
Movements of research beneath the sheets.
Let communists suck my thick cock.
Blondes line down the street
An officer finds my hole.
Peggy and take it on in.
Critics say I’m nothing
But they haven’t even critiqued.
I drool, I spit, I defecate, I spunk like two G’s.
Thank you Benjamin.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.10.22.15:30:00@505HudsonNYC
Standing For No Reason
I’m standing for no reason.
No reason at all.
But I want to meet you.
I cannot sit and I cannot read and I cannot listen to music.
I’ll stand until the exit and I’ll stand until the rain.
I’ll stand until the end and I’ll stand until you have completed.
I’ll stand forever until I meet you.
For it is you that I stand for.
You are the reason I stand,
I stand for nothing.
And nothing is what I stand for.
With no reason I stand.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.10.22.14:49:19@599BwayNYC
Sherwood Forest
He's big and bulky.
A wire trapped in his ear.
He was careful, cautious, manly.
A piece so very large, prominent and hidden.
He wouldn't let me get near Putin.
Never would he, he didn't really care, but he warned,
The Russians will shoot first, and they have every right to do so.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.09.04.17.35.00@296NYC
Suicide (Version #3)
I think of suicide every day.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.20.02:28:13@296NYC
She Loves You
Because you are in love with another woman.
Because your heart belongs to someone else.
Because you are committed.
Because you are head over heels.
That is why, she loves you.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.08.11:20:00@599BwayNYC