Altering The Time Of Your Death
A simple concept
Sometimes disease
Sometimes crime
Sometimes accidents
But sometimes
One can pick the time
One can pick the location
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.03.04.19:19:19@130BklynNYC
The Stories We Tell
When we are children we tell stories
Usually make believe
Based upon figments of what we’ve experienced
Based upon fragments of our vivid imagination
A bit surreal like a Salvador Dalí panting
Our reality is blurred with fantasy
We accentuate the truth
Bend the truth or even ignore the truth
When we are teens
We try to make our stories become reality
We can tell the difference between fantasy and reality
But we try hard to make certain stories a reality
Even though some stories will remain a fantasy
When we are adults
We are actively creating real stories
We are actively participating in the stories we will at one time call our “life”
We make decisions which affect these stories
We make these stories take the directions we choose
As we mold and form these stories
As these stories mold and form us into who we become
When we are in our old age
When we look at our life that has occurred before us
We will have stories to tell
We will have stories to share
We will share these stories about our history
About our lives
The story I will tell is amazing
But how will your story be?
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.03.02.12:51:19@130BklynNYC
Enchantment
Life suddenly becomes revitalized
Collision course to seppuku avoided
Curtain lifted, veil removed, stones collapse
Poisonous eyes mesmerize
waiting,
waiting,
waiting
Like a sword drawn from its sheath
Upon fields of cherry blossoms
Hovering over the asphodel meadows
This is the fire we’ve all been waiting for
Burning thoughts reveal truths
She injects me with her secret venom
The soldier marches on
Through the forest of the forgotten
Battles his raging conflicts of love
He comes forth
waiting,
waiting,
waiting
A beauty like hers is rare
No precious stone or mineral
An abbess of my intromittent organ
Owner of my locked cave
At the entrance with the passport to my heart
Standing in a halo’s trinity
A shadow suspended over me
waiting,
waiting,
waiting
She is the enchanting one
And enchanted I have become
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.27.12:03:19@130BklynNYC
The Greatest Crime Of All Time
You had no arsenal of weapons
You had no formal training in the art of war
You had no battle plan
You had no battalion
You had no armed forces
You had no strategic maneuvers
You had no undercover intelligence
You had no fleet of ships
You had no armored tanks
You had no air force
You had no maps of the terrain
You had no ground troops
You had no team of special agents
You had no advanced technological secrets
Yet the greatest crime of all time
Was committed by you
The greatest crime of all time
Was the day you stole my heart
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.23.12:11:48@130BklynNYC
Fetish Sex Party: The Report
It was just the other evening
It wasn’t too cold out it wasn’t too warm
It was five flights up in a loft in midtown Manhattan
We took the elevator up
There was a mysterious liquid on the floor of the elevator
We didn’t know what it was
It didn’t smell like sex juice
And it didn’t smell like pee
It didn’t’ smell like anything flammable
And it didn’t smell sweet
The elevator door opened
Two naked women greeted us at the door
They took our coats
And took a small fee
For we came as a couple
For the evening’s festivities
The night started off slow
We arrived just shy of midnight
The bar was open
A small petite woman in a tight purple dress served us
At the foot of the bar was a man wrapped in a blanket
We were instructed to step on him
Step on his body
Step on his face
We did
This man got off on this
He was a “Human Carpet”
Even the sign said so
I had a Guinness
She had a vodka cranberry
The loft was a decent size
A front room, we’ll call it “The Blue Room”
Because of the blue lights
A back room, we’ll call it “The Red Room”
Because of the red lights
And the main room, with the bar and multiple couches
Most of the couches had a black and white zebra print
I’m sure they were covered with stains of various fluids
I heard the loft was usually used to shoot porn films
There was also suspension points and restraint equipment
A large flat screen TV that played porn
The floors were wooden, the ceiling beams exposed
The Red Room had some chairs, a beanbag sofa, a bed, and a bowl of condoms
The Blue Room had some chairs, a sofa, and a stool chair
Which was perfect for bending people over
There were some single men
But not many
There were some single women who arrived with other single women
There weren’t many single women who arrived solo
There didn’t appear to be many lesbians
There actually weren’t that many gay men
But there were some
There were young people, perhaps early 20s
There were older people, perhaps early 60s
There were people too skinny
Only bones
And they needed to eat some hamburgers
Some had tattoos
Some had piercings
Some had neither
There were some voluptuous people
Some average people
Some well-toned fantastic people
Some really tall people
Some short people
Some people with bellies
Some people with short hair or long hair or no hair
Some wore leather and some wore plastic and some wore PVC
Some wore lace and some wore fishnets and some wore suits
Everyone was there for fun
Everyone was there to show off
Everyone was there to witness
Everyone was respectful
Everyone was social
There was a woman in a silky red dress
She spanked numerous submissive men
As anyone watched
There was a middle-aged man with silver hair and eyeglasses
He had an attractive middle-aged female partner with flowing blonde hair
Small breasts with perky nipples
He chained her up
And flogged her ass
And flogged her tits
As anyone watched
There was an old man
I would say around age 55
He was dressed as a baby
He called himself “Potty Princess”
He carried his own pink diaper bag
Which had a baby bottle
And a wooden paddle
And change of diapers
He wore baby shoes
Baby socks which glowed purplish in the black light
He wore a bonnet, diaper, and baby dress
He even changed his own diaper
And sucked on his pacifier all night
His binky
He would always stare at you in your eyes
Whether you were a male or female
But he truly wanted a woman to boss him around
There were two men dressed as women
They weren’t gay
Although, secretly, I thought they were
But no, they were just submissive
Seeking a woman to boss them around
Use them
Treat them like dirt
One of these guys had pussycat ears
And a pussycat tail
Between his thin pasty white ass
There was a time
When we went to the front of the loft
And looked into The Blue Room
And in the corner
We saw a woman
With a fat chunky ass jiggling
As she gave head to a seated man
A gentleman
All nightlong
There was rigging
And there was flogging
And there was tipping
That woman in the purple
At the bar
And the young man with her
Also serving
And maybe
Being served
There were spectators
And voyeurs
And exhibitionists
There were professionals
And amateurs
There was a very quiet Asian couple
Dressed in black
Early in the evening they were fully clothed
As the evening progressed, she had less clothes
And he had a collar and chain around her neck
Leading her around
At one point they were in The Blue Room
And the Asian man asked a dominant woman
To spank his woman
She obliged
We all watched
As she was bent over that stool chair
Which was metal
And had a blue strobe light beneath it
Which made a cross like image on the wall
When flashing
This Asian couple
Is the type of couple you would see in an Asian porn film
Their body parts
Their privates
Should have been blurred
Digitally blurred
Pixelated
At some point
The woman in red spanked Potty Princess
I hope that made him happy
All should have happiness
There was a very large black man
He wore a leather kilt
I wondered if he had a small dick
I never did ask
I only did wonder
Later in the evening
The big black guy
In the leather kilt
Brought a passed out skinny boney white girl
To The Blue Room
I’m not sure what ever did happen to her
The last I saw her she was on a couch
Like an overdosed rag doll
There was a very large white man
He was very large
Like big, but not fat
Tall
He wore a black top hat
I’m nick naming him
“Edgar Allen Poe”
There was a man playing with fire
He had a nude woman lay before him
She had big tits and an eager smile
She was on a table in front of everyone
He would light his glove on fire
And trace her naked curves with flame
As we all watched
There was an exquisite woman
With smooth creamy white skin
Soft to the touch
With penetrating hazel eyes
With perfect lips
And her tits protruded forth
From her outfit of black
She wore black stockings and a black garter belt
A black bra that accentuated her perfect breasts
The slight hair on her mound
Displayed in the open air
Throughout the evening
Her eyes caught mine
And I caught hers
There was a group of women
Dressed in black lingerie
I would have taken them all home with me
But that night I was not free
I was dedicated to one
I was eyed
By women
By men
But there is only one set of eyes
That has me whole
At around 5am
As I sat on the cum stained zebra print couch
She took my thick cock out of my pants
And just started to suck away
Giving me a nice sloppy wet blowjob
In front of any gazer
Any audience member
She choked away on my cock
And sucked and sucked
I stopped her short
And led her to The Blue Room
Where I put her on the couch
And thrusted my thick cock
Inside her
It was so easy
Since she was wearing a crotchless fishnet body stocking
And she was dripping wet in anticipation
Spectators watched
We could have charged admission
Because we were such a hot fuck
The smell of our sex drifted from room to room
And from room to room
We went
Until it was time to go
And leave
This
Fetish Sex Party
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.17.10:18:00@130BklynNYC
The Lonely Corpse
The lonely corpse sits on the sidewalk
Half distant and half personal
The corpse was once so full of life
He was a sparkled gem to some
An artist to others
To some, he was “David”
To others, he was “Harth”
Right now, he is an investigation
Surrounded by yellow tape
Blue and white cars
And numerous gawking pedestrians
Strangers taking mobile phone photographs
To be distributed through the internets
To numerous other strangers
It went so quickly
So far down
That last end
But now at least he’s not alone
Now he is famous
In printed media and tomorrow’s daily news
Online reports and tourist’s digital media cards
He is history now
A memory to some
An enemy to others
A once lover to some
And now he is just a corpse
A corpse on a sidewalk
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.09.14:55:05@130BklynNYC
Endless Possibilities
She took my heart
I offered it for free
I told her she could have it
I told her it was hers
She took my heart
She had it for a week
She remembered me entirely
For weeks and months to come
Only to discover I am not who I am
She threw out my heart
She threw it away
She disregarded it and disengaged
She refused to do anything with my heart
She disposed of it
She let it escape without a resting soul
She could have done anything with my heart
The possibilities were endless
But instead, my heart is now gone
Forever disappeared
And forgotten
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.09.13:58:43@130BklynNYC
Diagnosed
They transported me by ambulance
Making numerous turns down congested streets
Rain plummeted down upon the grids of chaos
The windshield became a kaleidoscope of city lights
Reflecting hollow truths and past memories
They said I had a very faint vital sign left
A slight pulse which would fade in and out
Gradually it would come into existence
And disappear just as easily as it came forth
They said I was found unconscious on the concrete floor
They didn’t know how long I was there
They were unsure what happened to me
They found me bare, bruised and alone
As I have come out of previous deaths before
It is no marvel that I survived this brush as well
Slowly digesting what the doctors revealed to me
I lay in this hospital bed I’m quite familiar with
The team of doctors in white coats
Came into my room just as I was eating the hospital lunch
Which consisted of slightly warm pasta with tomato sauce that tasted more like ketchup
A pear, a roll with butter, and plasticware wrapped in clear plastic
The plasticware package also contained a napkin and salt & pepper packets
Also included with the lunch was a small carton of 2% milk and a ginger ale
It was then, during my hospital lunch that the doctors informed me
I’ve been diagnosed with a broken heart
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.04.24:51:56@130BklynNYC
Speaking At My Funeral
Not fearing death comes easy to me
Quite simple actually
And quite often I seek death
I look for death
I welcome death
It’s an uncontrollable habit
And even easier at this moment
One day I’ll commit suicide
It won’t be a surprise to some
It won’t be a shock to others
It won’t be a performance art work
But the day will come
And I’ll be dead
By my choice
This is an invitation
To all of you
You may know me well
Or not at all
But you may come to my funeral
And speak
Now I must go
Because there is one more thing to write
One more work to create
And one more love to love
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.04.24:31:31@130BklynNYC
Concrete
I am aggregate
I am cement
I am water
I am built
I am impenetrable
I am unbreakable
I am walled in
I am enclosed
I am encased
I am solid
I am thick
I am unmovable
I am heavy
I am massive
I am reinforced
I am unyielding
I am anchored
I am colossal
I am concrete
So cold and gray
So solid and calm
So rigid and still
I am concrete
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.01.29.23:14:14@130BklynNYC
Constantly Looking
Some people may say that
I am constantly looking for love
Some people may say that
I am constantly looking for the right woman
But actually
I am constantly looking for death
I am constantly looking for my right death
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.01.29.22:56:19@130BklynNYC
List of 10: Films that make me cry and think of you
1. The Last of the Mohicans
2. Legends of the Fall
3. Braveheart
4. Gladiator
5. Shakespeare In Love
6. The Notebook
7. The Last Samurai
8. The Princess Bride
9. Blood Diamond
10. Lost in Translation
Note: Films are listed in random order.
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.01.26.13:04:02@130BklynNYC
Catching Snowflakes
It was the first time it snowed this year
I went out to Prospect Park
I put my hands in the air
I danced upon the snow covered ground
Snow drifted down on visiting winds
Blanketing everything around me
I would hold out my palms
To catch the snowflakes
I caught so many little crystal wonders
Little delicate geometric worlds
They landed on my warm tongue
On my lashes that guarded my blue eyes
On my hair and on my shoulders and on the tip of my nose
I would run around catching all these snowflakes
Holding out my hands to catch as many as I could
But I never caught the one snowflake I wanted to catch
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.01.21.09:00:00@ProspectParkNYC
Maria, The Republican
Maria
She was a Republican
She poured my plum wine
She leaned in close and whispered in my ear
I followed her downstairs
It was there
That Maria the Republican
Gave me head
Downstairs
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.01.11.18:22:34@UnSqNYC
Cupcake
Your spread legs make you the divine receiver
The blossoming scent makes me take fever
When I submerge myself inside your sweet nectar
It is I who becomes the massive erector
Your open lips are magnificently decadent
As I enter darkness becomes luminescent
Your trembles create worldwide ocean ripples
It is I who nests between your bare nipples
When I thrust between your velvety gates
An explosion of animal grunting awaits
Your orgasms create tidal waves and make glass shatter
The frosting I leave on your backside resembles a painter’s splatter
When I have committed the canonizing crime
Kissing you transcends time
If I could compare thee to a summer’s day
I would not for I have greater things to say
For each time I am hungry
I am hungry for a cupcake like yours
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.01.07.17:35:22@130BklynNYC
To The Woman I Love
This is a public expression
To the woman I love
I have published this expression
So, all who read it will know
Just how much I love you
And her name
was Idaho
And Idaho is the woman
I’m in love with
So put away your assumptions
Excuse your mistakes
Hide your fears
It’s her that I love
Not you
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.01.05.10:03:46@130BklynNYC
Deception
After the wall collapsed, crumbled and disintegrated
It only takes a split second, a moment, to rebuild
When it is discovered
That everything was a lie
That there was an extravagant masquerade
That each evening was filled with deception
When deceit was revealed
And dishonesty was brought forth
When it is brought to attention
That there was betrayal
It is then
When everything in the world ends
And only microscopic dust of bones and flesh
Drift on the next outward wind
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.01.02.17:43:36@130BklynNYC
Niagara Falls
She was gushing
And she was dripping
Swallowing me whole
And losing control
She was Niagara Falls
I treaded endlessly
Keeping afloat patiently
In her spiraling whirlpool
Nestling inside her crowned jewel
She was Niagara Falls
These waves came crashing down on me
I was the captain of the high sea
With each given thrust a high swell
And an echoing vigorous yell
She was Niagara Falls
Swollen with a sudden rogue wave
Everything soaked, I do crave
She was a tsunami of quivering flow
A spray wetting me from head to toe
She was Niagara Falls
She gave me whiplash and took me for a ride
Releasing the gates and unleashing the flood tide
Pouring with such force that nothing can escape
It is her juices that engulf me with this great damp drape
She was Niagara Falls
She was gushing
And she was dripping
Swallowing me whole
And losing control
She was Niagara Falls
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.12.21.24:00:03@130BklynNYC
My Tongue
I live for that moment
I love that moment
That moment when my tongue
First meets your lips
I live for that moment
I love that moment
When I’m nested between your ivory legs
When my nose is brushing up against you
When the scent of your vulnerable self-surrounds me
When my tongue extends into your unknown territory
I live for that moment
I love that moment
When my powerful tongue reaches out
When my strong tongue is just about to lick
When my long tongue enters your wetness
When your velvety lips swallow my tongue whole
When your warmth ignites my taste buds on fire
When your tightness captures my intruding tongue
I live for that moment
I love that moment
To make you squirm
To make you moan
To make you quiver
To make you levitate
I live for that moment
I love that moment
When my tongue is inside of you
Tasting you and kissing you
Licking you and feeling you
That closeness
That excitement
That intimacy
That ecstasy
I live for that moment
I love that moment
My tongue
I’ll be there for minutes
I’ll be there for hours
I’ll be there for days
I’ll be there for weeks
I’ll be there for months
I’ll be there for years
It’s where I love to be
I’ll take up residency there
I’ll make it my permanent dwelling
I’ll settle inside there forever
I live for that moment
I love that moment
When my tongue is inside you
And when my tongue devours you
And when my tongue surrenders in awe to you
And when my tongue becomes one with you
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.12.14.10:45:26@130BklynNYC