David Harth 2004-05-05 David Harth 2004-05-05

I Thought Love Was True

I thought love was true,

was real

was possible

but since she left me

alone

I have rethought

my initial thought

and have gone back to my original

thought

on the topic

at hand.

Love is not true

Love is not possible

And now the street worker

will have to sweep up my skin,

my lashes,

and my secreted ointments.

04.05.05.24:58:56@296NYC

David Harth 2004-05-02 David Harth 2004-05-02

pd

check

got

organize

break

think

ache

feel

silence

misplaced

pronounced

quiet

rhythm

listen

pull

clean

wipe

bend

lay

swirl

taste

between

pro-ject

work

speed

cast

good

sing

back

function

sway

calm

04.05.02.09:44:14@296NYC

David Harth 2004-05-01 David Harth 2004-05-01

Calling Your Name

I’m calling your name.

Why can’t you hear me?

I’m leaning out the window.

I’m shouting for you.

I’m expressing my most honest emotions.

I’m showing you.

I’m illustrating to you.

I’m becoming vulnerable.

I’m about to love you.

I’m calling your name.

I’m in love with you.

Why don’t you hear me call your name?

04.05.01.22:58:23@296NYC

David Harth 2004-05-01 David Harth 2004-05-01

Ice Cube, Ice Tea

Ice Cube

Ice Tea

Ice Cream

Ice Coffee

I Scream

I Sweat

I Stomp

I Sea

I See

I Sink

I Sunk

I Suck

I Sip

I Soothe

I Surreal

I Scoop

I Pop

I Push

I Pull

I Penetrate

I Pulsate

I Pump

I Pimp

I Pinch

I Pry

I Envelope

I Engage

03.06.26.13:36:02@296NYC

04.05.01.08:13:00@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-30 David Harth 2004-04-30

Top Ten Most Embarrassing Songs On My MP3 Player (As of April 30th 2004)

“Right Here Waiting” - Richard Marx

“Save The Best For Last” - Vanessa Williams

“My Heart Will Go On (Love Theme From Titanic)” - Celine Dion

“Jessie” - Joshua Kadison

“Glory Of Love” - Peter Cetera

“Hero” - Enrique Iglesias

“I Swear” - All 4 One

“Look Away” - Chicago

“I’d Do Anything For Love” - Meatloaf

“I’m With You” - Avril Lavigne

04.04.30.02:22:54@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-27 David Harth 2004-04-27

Leave Me George

Leave me George,

for I no longer love you.

We’ve been together

for over forty years.

They have been quite

wonderful years.

Amazing, exquisite, personal.

But I’ve changed,

and I no longer love you.

I deeply care for you.

I am sorry. I do hope you understand.

Leave me George,

for I no longer love you.

I have fallen in love

and I have fallen out.

You were my light,

my devotion, my night time kiss.

You were mine,

for most of my life,

but changes are upon me.

Leave me George,

for I no longer love you.

04.04.27.02:21:39@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-26 David Harth 2004-04-26

Alive

I am so alive.

Alive right now.

Because of you.

You’ve saved me.

Falling stars drop in my backyard.

In my midnight dream.

I am so alive.

Because I know you’ll be back.

You won’t ever disappear.

Existing in my heart forever.

Thank you for saving me.

Making me beat one more time.

I am so alive.

You make me feel so alive.

Real and happy and never with shallow dreams.

Today I am alive.

I’m not going anywhere.

Just chasing my dreams around here.

I am so alive.

I’ve never felt this way.

Thank you for your love.

I’ll see you in my mind.

When you save me once more.

I am so alive.

04.04.26.21:08:03@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-24 David Harth 2004-04-24

A Note to You

the moon reflects

on the ripples in the water

I see you peeking

in and out

you keep me hidden

only to discover

I’ve been inside of you

all this time

04.04.24.19:10:25@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-24 David Harth 2004-04-24

(something)

not here,

found,

roaming in the

hallway.

found a fountain,

communicated to traffic signals,

sheets pulled up,

over himself.

in your eyes,

i found everything i’ve wanted to be

and much more

beyond your physical beauty.

hearing your voice,

i can’t stand no longer

in this world we call earth

falling apart without a dove.

i belly up at the end of the day,

figuring you’ll love me,

in silence

or heavy noise

travelled deep,

found those returned to me,

emptiness after the course

i’ll reach for you forever

04.04.24.19:08:14@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-23 David Harth 2004-04-23

It Is A Good Day

Traveling through the states of my land.

Following my path to find my beloved.

Across mountains of earth and rivers of birth.

I moved through the woods and through the valleys.

My partner awaited me in the high desert sun.

She called my name again and again.

I sucked poisonous rattle snake venom out of my limbs.

I lived with my brothers among wolf packs in the wild.

Nightly I danced around the flames of the fire.

Like a crazy horse chasing his tail.

Through the fields of golden still wheat.

Beyond the trenches of my empty ache.

Visions of her kept my path clear.

Struggling among dirt of the mother.

Finally, I arrived to her beautiful side.

Put on my dress and placed on my paint.

Against the wind I approached my love.

An angel came down from the heavens.

She whispered in my ear.

“It is a good day to die.”

So, I took my pride and walked once more.

Great red of the core ate at my holy insides.

Drifting to my sleepless constant sleep.

My body became numb and my tongue ill.

I die a slow death becoming dead.

On this mighty good day under the same sky as she.

04.04.23.02:49:22@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-20 David Harth 2004-04-20

Friends

I have so many friends.

So many that love me.

My family and so many great friends.

But I don’t have any best friends.

I never had a best friend.

I’ve had many great friends. Plenty of good friends.

Seriously, I have very many GREAT friends.

But when everything is wrong in the world,

you want that one really close friend.

That best friend.

To count on.

To phone.

When you’re alone.

And contemplating suicide.

But there is no one to call.

Because you have so many great friends.

But you don’t have a best friend.

04.04.20.22:07:44@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-20 David Harth 2004-04-20

Jobless, Homeless, Loveless, Loneliness and Despair, Hunger, Ache

I asked you for forgiveness,

you gave me shame.

I asked you for protection,

you gave me abandonment.

I asked you for bread,

you gave me not even a crumb.

I asked you for guidance,

you gave me shadow without light.

I asked you for love,

you gave me empty hope.

I asked you for healing,

you gave me illness.

I asked you for comfort

you gave me hell.

I asked you for safety,

you gave me processions of death.

I asked you for someone’s heart

you gave me nothing but grief.

04.04.20.21:46:11@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-15 David Harth 2004-04-15

I’m Digging In The Dirt

I’m digging in the dirt,

trying to find support.

I’m repairing my spine,

restructuring my backbone.

I’m digging in the dirt

trying to find myself, lost.

I’m listening with open ears,

feeling my heart beating empty.

I’m digging in the dirt,

with nothing left to win or gain.

I’m taking a leap of faith,

believe it not.

04.04.15.10:55:00@NYC

David Harth 2004-04-06 David Harth 2004-04-06

Time To Go

I’m long overdue.

It’s time to visit my favorite floor.

To not have pillows and see nails in doors.

I’ll give my father the peace symbol.

Witness my grandparents cry again.

Get scolded for pleasuring myself.

Admitting to no wrong doings.

Keep sketches not created by me.

Eat with the roaches at the dining table.

Not understand the television.

Eat my sweet bananas.

Escape this cynical world.

Visit the bad waiters.

Get lost on the subway train to the museum.

Go underground in secret passageways.

Spring buds on the trees, but it was just winter.

Time to spit, time to color, and time to break.

Let’s play pool and ping-pong and hang-man.

I’ll let all of them worry about me.

Some can quit smoking or drinking.

Loose your weight and gain your strength.

Watch me shrivel up into the fetal position.

I’ll get punctured in my back.

Once again we’ll measure my protein levels.

Objects will appear closer; I’ve got a disease.

Time to go.

I’m long overdue.

Time to go...

04.04.06.03:14:36@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-04 David Harth 2004-04-04

Four

I’ve got four hands.

Four hands for holding you.

Blisters on my hands from the pleasure.

Dancing to the dusted planet.

I hear satellite phones.

Four times the speed of sound.

I can’t take this foursome.

Let’s have a drink, and make it right.

Do the right thing.

Black cars, black cars, black cars.

Four girls waving good bye.

Children riding the merry-go-round.

Time to go out and get the newspaper.

I’ll pour the coffee if you pour the juice.

We’ll cut coupons.

Four.

04.04.04.04:04:04@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-02 David Harth 2004-04-02

Decipher The Lover’s Poetry

Hunting in the lover’s words.

Looking deep inside.

Knowing the statements.

Consuming the nightly challenges.

Bordering insanity.

Singing to the lover’s tongue.

Experiencing the thoughts.

Eating at the plate of the devil.

Smelling the scent of the lover’s breadth.

Listening to the heart.

Thanking the lover for the evening.

Laughing to the spoken silence.

Parting the lips to welcome.

Softening the touch behind the nape.

Hiding the pleasant untold secrets.

Turning over and moving your hips.

Painting the picture of the flourishing valley.

Opening the door to the soul.

Standing near the open window with a breeze in your hair.

Sharing the mind’s eye.

Feeling the sensitivity.

Playing the part of the unwanted friend.

Stretching rules and guidelines of humanity.

Changing mournful times to healthy pleasure.

Growing older with the lover hand in hand.

Greeting with a salt sea and scroll.

Penetrating walls of thick mortar.

Swimming lost oceans of messages.

Creaming whipped blends of ache.

Ending with lines of amendments.

04.04.02.05:12:40@296NYC

David Harth 2004-03-30 David Harth 2004-03-30

Held to Words

She held me to my words,

she held me to the false promises

the false truths

the false love.

She held me in her arms

as I said my last words

upon my death bed

bleeding inside

from never being loved

on this jobless day.

04.03.30.01:15:41@296NYC

David Harth 2004-03-24 David Harth 2004-03-24

Through My Brain

I don’t know how I could be typing this.

Because I put a bullet through my brain.

Pop. Snap. Blam.

I know how I could be typing this.

Because I’m typing this.

This poem.

Before I pulled the trigger.

And now I’ll hit send.

And one of you,

will have to come to my studio

and clean up the bits and pieces

of brain matter

on my lap

and lap top

keyboard.

04.03.24.21:04:12@296NYC

David Harth 2004-03-19 David Harth 2004-03-19

Decay

I sit across from you at the dinner table

watching you decay

slowly age and quickly die

I’m not sure why you chose this path

I wish there was something I can do

instead of witness and observe

and watch you decay

into a mere sculpture of grains

I stand here watching you

act like a professional fool

a man with a huge heart

but at times perhaps too silly in states

I wish there was something I can do

beyond banning or talking

something significant to make a change

I know I can’t make you pregnant

I listen to the sounds

of swigging and hunger for drive

thank you words are not enough

for what you have done

I wish there was something I can do

tell me how I can help

instead of sitting and laughing and enjoying

as I watch you decay

I cry for you daily when you’re in sight or hidden

it hurts so much to see you this way

I don’t want to read a ready-made

a eulogy at tomorrow’s funeral

I wish there was something I can do

I’m exhausted from watching you decay

It’s affecting me and others around you

As you decay into a pool of death

04.03.19.22:14:03@296NYC

David Harth 2004-03-18 David Harth 2004-03-18

Visiting Death

I picked up a hitch hiker

on route 303

passing the cement factory

and quarry

and all the huge dumping vehicles

I picked him up

took him where he was going

only to discover

after the rain showed itself

that I’m in the trunk of my own car

wrapped in a black plastic bag

dead

04.03.18.24:11:59@296NYC