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My Love

Listen to the music with me

Ride the train of life with me

Commit to me and become older with me

Grow and learn with me

Experience it all with me

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.06.25.11:14:14@1515NYC

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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

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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

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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

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Memphis

Dear Joan,

 

I’ve never met you,

but dinner at 8 O’clock was fun.

 

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.06.07.16:16:16@1515NYC

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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

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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

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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

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Dumped

She dumped me like sea salt

She dumped me into the river of leftovers

She walked away,

 from what I perceived,

 as the greatest relationship in the world

But now it’s over

I’ve been dumped

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.06.04.17:01:27 @ 1515 NYC

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Wake Up

Get out of bed

get out of my way -

I’m late for work

today

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.05.07.12:10:39@1515NYC

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