Someplace
I know someplace
beyond the moon, the stars, this sky
beyond the lonely greens and blues
you are there waiting for me
with open arms of love
I just wish I knew where that place was
or how to get there
but still, like my eyes,
it remains a mystery
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.25.11:12:16@1515NYC
Love (Version #14)
It hurts so much
to not be in love.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.21.19:03:36@1515NYC
Moving Realism
Moving through the streets, the land, over the surface of the ocean
Hunting and being hunted by hungry cowards
Searching for the everlasting, making way to the far east
Moving quickly, smoothly, treading the dirt and the sea
Dancing and escaping to other worlds
Leaping from salt pillar to salt pillar
Moving beneath the fever and the diseases of humankind
Beyond the point of no return
Thirsting for the greatest quest knowledgeable
Moving in a forward direction, stimulated by the strength within
Waiting for nothing but to arrive at the established point of dreams
Letting the fantasy become truth as the others look on in awe
Moving to the kingdom to become crowned and loved
Look beyond the obstacles of today and attack the wounds
Be with the One while I grasp my tool of horse hair and wood
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.13.17:50:34@1515NYC
I Can’t Fall In Love With You
I can’t fall in love with you
because if I did,
It would be too painful.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.13.14:56:23@1515NYC
Ship
Ship
Split
side side
one, two, three
not, yes, yes, not
on the list, off the list
Ship
don’t know you,
don’t know me
Ship
annoying
not supportive
not understanding
blind to my structure, by build, my internal strength
Ship
bend
curve
lies lies lies
smut
dirty talk
Ship
silent wasted
watching
never thinking
bystander
Ship
ears closed, not listening to me
unspeakable
truths, unheard, told, yet not true
Ship
recalculated, rethought, prioritized
checked off
one two three, on, one two three
Ship
new one here new one there
not any more
elevated success
sign the document
die for the love
sail with
soar with
share with
learn with
that wonderful Ship.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.13.11:41:13 @ 1515 NYC
Hidden Thought
Say Something
Give me a sign
Say what you are hiding
Reveal your secrets.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.06.22:00:00@NYC
Addiction
I’m addicted.
I’m addicted to a nameless woman.
A woman with no name.
I’m addicted.
An addict to her passion, her desire, her lust.
Her sensual curves. her bed pleasures.
Her sweaty sex and stimulated clitoris.
I’m incredibly addicted to her.
Ignited from within.
I burn, burn, burn.
I’m addicted.
I admit.
I’m addicted to a love slave.
I’m in love,
I’ll tell you once, and sell you the idea later.
Since you’ve been gone.
I’m back on my feet.
Never left, this state of grace.
Holy ground didn’t escape from beneath my feet.
I’m still close as ever, addicted.
Because I still lick my lips, as I look for you.
I’m addicted.
I’m addicted to a nameless woman.
A woman with no name.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.05.17:42:00@1515NYC
Don’t F With Me
Don’t Fuck With Me!
Don’t say you are going to phone, and don’t.
Don’t say you promise, and you don’t come through.
Don’t say you’ll dance with me, and you don’t!
Don’t fuckin fuck with me!
Don’t Fuck With Me!
Don’t say one thing, and do the direct opposite.
Don’t say you’ll visit me, and you don’t.
Don’t say you’ll attend the exhibit, and you don’t show up.
Don’t say you’ll cook dinner, and you don’t.
Don’t say you’ll be in New York, and you don’t come.
Don’t fuckin fuck with me!
Don’t tell me lies.
Don’t tell me you went off the pill.
Don’t tell me you won’t see me anymore.
Don’t tell me you got wed behind my back.
Don’t tell me you are a man.
Don’t tell me your mother wants you back home at eight.
Don’t tell me you left for the coast.
Don’t tell me that your lover is back in your life.
Don’t fuckin F with me.
Don’t fuckin lie.
Don’t fuckin be bitch.
A coward.
A slut fuck.
Don’t bend over and kiss the witness goodbye.
Don’t F with me!
Don’t fuckin penetrate my mind for one instant, then leave.
Don’t fuckin take the cheap fix.
Don’t be faceless in my life.
Don’t fuckin play the bass and leave the stage.
Don’t fuckin back out now.
Don’t Fuck with Me!
Don’t Fuckin F with me....
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.05.17:33:02@1515NYC
Escaping Thoughts
Every day, since I was little, I had a crush on you.
The only problem is that I’ve never met you.
I thought I met you a dozen times, and perhaps I did,
but you grew and changed form before I could adapt.
Every day, I think I’ll meet you. But when I think maybe
that I have met you, turns out you are involved already,
or you are married, or you don’t live in my city. Or you
are not intelligent enough or you are too up tight sexually
or you hate the music which I enjoy.
Every day, with hope at my side, I search for you, or wait
for you. I go back and forth with the execution of the
procedure. (back and forth, back and forth) Eventually,
possibly, I’ll meet you. But, I haven’t met you yet. Or maybe
I did, and you are right there in front of me? I really don’t know.
Every day, I think that you reside in New York City, or a few
other places, like Korea, London and Cuba. Love is in Cuba,
my dream is in Korea, I love the English accent, and in my
city of New York, you have a cowboy hat on. One day, perhaps.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.05.12:37:31@16515NYC
EMO
Dear Ladies,
This past weekend I took a class in EMO. A two day course taught by two doctors that are married to each other. They are experts in sensuality and sexuality with ongoing courses in New York and California. They also have their own book out. I learned a lot this weekend. One thing I learned, is that I myself, have had the right ideas about sensuality and sexuality all along. But I also learned a lot which I did not know, and learned on how I can improve in the areas in which I lack. By improving in these areas, that will make my relationships with my lovers and partners even better. At this point, you may be reading and wondering what EMO stands for. I’d be delighted to tell you. EMO stands for Extended Massive Orgasm. Basically, the course taught me how to stimulate a woman with hand to genital contact and the possibility of giving her an EMO. In fact, part of the course was the husband and wife doctor team demonstrating. I witnessed the wife have an hour long Orgasm. Our problem as a general society is that we define an orgasm as cumming or ejaculating. But that is not the focus of the course. A person can indeed be in an orgasmic state, for as long as they want, if you (yourself, or your partner) has the right touch. I won’t go on much longer, but, I did learn the technique by attending the demo workshop and hands on workshop. I’ve also been reading the book too. So, ladies, I’m here. I’m available. And, I need to practice what I have learned. (Ha ha, but I really did go to this course.)
Yours truly,
David Greg Harth
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.02.23:00:00@296NYC
I Could Only
If I could only be with one person
just one person
in this entire world
From Scotland to India
From Argentina to The United States
From Germany to Cuba
If I could only be with just one person
That one person would be you
And only you
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.05.29.16:20:07@1515nyc
Intimate Monthly Gathering (Version #1)
I invite you all over to my home
for breakfast and tea
just after sundown
we’ll sit around the fire
and have our standard intimate monthly gathering
if you know what I mean, if you know what I mean.
We’ll have a field day among ourselves
Conduct traditional heat
Let our bodies ride the train
And become fluent in languages unspoken
Wake up friends
It’s time to come home
Come for my Intimate Monthly Gathering
I won’t let you leave without a loving hug
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.05.28.17:14:36@1515NYC
Swiftly
I’ve had my best friend for years.
Ever since grade school back in Orange County, NY.
My best friend is Harry.
This was written before Harry completed my needed act.
I knew it was time.
I phone up Harry to let him know.
Later that evening we met at the agreed upon location.
And, with a swift swing of the blade, Harry cut off my head.
I thank Harry greatly for assisting me in my suicide.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.05.24.15:53:16@1515NYC
On a beautiful sunny day in new york city
Twenty Two
22 of you
22 beauties
22 morals
22 filled
22 smiles
22 above
22 right here
22 couldn’t ask
22 didn’t know
22 one more time
22 tonight
22 month of may
22 meanings united
22 twenty two
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.05.23.18:13@1515NYC
Love (Version #13)
It’s 9 O’clock in the morning
I just poured the tea
From my corner kitchen view
I see you rising from the bed of white
My heart beats loudly today
I know I’m in love
I’ve never felt anything quite like this before
Nothing so powerful, so overwhelming, so unique, so strong
I have warm chills throughout my body
Making me thirst to be with you constantly
And hungry for the surface of your skin
Inspired by your thoughts and kindness
The world is good to me today
Bright, happy, dandy, jolly
Because I am with you now
And you make my world a much better place to live in
Without you I live under a dark cloud
With you I am together and true and filled with smiles
I paint black self-portraits when you are not around
I rediscover who I am and learn about life when I am with you
You make me want to be a better person
Never knew I believed in Love, but your existence proved it to me
The feeling is so extraordinary
Unbelievable, beyond my human comprehension
You are the angel I have always dreamed about
Beautiful and intelligent
You are beyond the greatest fantasy
True in every way
You are the meaning to the lyrics of all my favorite songs
Sexy and challenging
You are a gift I will cherish for eternity
Real in my previously unreal world
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for everything
I love you
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.05.16.12:13:48@1515NYC
Lover Boy
I must have been about 11 years old.
Not really sure.
I was with my family in Wild Wood NJ.
We stayed at the same hotel each time we went.
We were more south than the popular area of Wild Wood.
I guess, we were more in Wild Wood Crest.
It was quiet, calm; more peaceful.
We stayed at the Crusader Inn.
I remember an armored knight being in the lobby.
And of course, a gift shop, with the same stuff that all gift shops had.
The 2nd floor was the best, because that was pool level.
It might have also had the arcade.
I wasn’t big on games, but it provided mild entertainment.
Although, I don’t think I ever went?
Sometimes we would get a suite facing the street.
Other times we would be beach front.
We would always get a room with two rooms, one for the parents, one for the kids.
And with a kitchenette too.
Even at a young age, some can define me as a “Lover Boy”
In nursery school I had a school-bus-yellow T-shirt, with a glittery iron-on patch that said “Lover Boy”
I still have that shirt someplace (although it doesn’t fit)
Anyway -
I remember loving the sunset.
I’ve even talked about it in previous poems.
And in fact, talked about this same moment that I will begin talking about once again.
It was early evening, sunset.
My sister, who is older than myself, was involved with someone.
There was this one song that reminded my sister of her boyfriend.
This influenced me.
I adapted this song for myself.
For my own reminder.
Only, I didn’t have a significant other.
However, this one moment, this is a moment that sticks with me forever.
The song, the sunset, remember hearing the song over the loud speaker at the pool.
The lights lit up the pool in the early darkness.
I could feel a slight warm salty breeze against my skin.
The sunset was beautiful with oranges and pinks and violet.
This was the moment.
The moment that lasts forever.
Which made me realize.
That my lover is out there.
And, I’ll spend eternity searching for the right person.
Who may be in India or England, or even Argentina or the United States.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.05.07.15:12:51@1515NYC