Bronze Beauty
My invisible tongue remains silent
Until you shed scattered bronze light
At the first sight of tonight’s moonshine
Your beauty is a symphony
Orchestrated perfectly
With honey copper colors
Sparkling like a new found jewel
Your joy is to be held
And forever remembered and cherished
I hear the music
I see the visions
Of your beauty coming towards me
I’ll be the knight
Who guides your way
Through many forests you will enter
I will be tortured to save your innocence
And I will cry to soothe your pain
And I will honor you
Your beauty is strong like sunlight’s penetration through medieval ponds
Your beauty stands out in my mind beyond Michelangelo’s great chapel
Your beauty is a statue with a pedestal I shall compare all flowers too
Whatever your honesty
Whichever penalty you choose
However, you persuade me
Or see right through me
Whether you see it as a beginning
Or the beginning of the end
I’ll never forget your first smile
My first glance
Or the temporary world
We shared
Looking at you
Is staring at the sun and the moon
At once
Seeing you dance
Casting shadows that are venomous
To the ground you stand on
The curves twisting in warm candle light
Eating up my thirsty eyes
Forcing me near Salomé
As you sleep
I whisper sweetness into your apricot ears
I wish you would play in the rain with me
So, I can see water flow down your back
And lick the dribble off your nose
So, I can kiss you
Under sunny showers
Skies that open up
I wish you were my portrait
And you would blossom under my skin
For your brown eyes is all I have
Is all I have
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.20.00:00:00@NYCNJ
98.07.26.00:00:00@NYCNJ
98.07.27.00:00:00@NYCNJ
Untitled (Phone Calls)
I lurk in the shadows
As a bomb at the station goes off
I digest my surroundings
And record her every move
I attack my city
When the poets or pope
Come to town
I create love
And conduct the orchestra
Lust will chant symphonies of blood
As my loneliness lasts to the bathhouse
Clear skies protect their loved ones
As blind men communicate about leather
Bible signatures
And an artist’s handicap
Sitting, shivering in the cold
She doesn’t hold me tonight
And last night’s rain is still dripping
Down my arched back
I hear the Beatles pledge to the boy in the Rye
And the Art Killers
in cathedrals
and central park
They come and go
When doves cry
Go home
Melodies in red, white, and blue
Paste my wall
But all I can do
Is put my cock ring on
And fuck Ms. Liberty
Until I cum inside her wet torch
The others sending thanks
And lyrics of the past
I give all
And take little
Robbing the banks
To produce the consumer
I work every day
To beg on my knees
For forgiveness
She has blue eyes today
Baby Blue
Yesterday a shade of brown
But whenever I see her
A mirror is broken
I stay in the night
To feel sausage sliding
And baby back ribs
© 1998 David Greg Harth
97.12.17.23:05:00@NYCNJ
98.02.27.02:28:00@NYCNJ
98.07.20.12:21:00@NYCNJRT
Green Eyes
Golden shimmer
Holding me
Commanding me
Her emerald green eyes feeling
Trying to see through
Examine
Her golden red hair
Flowing down
Back alley High School
Remembrance
Twos by twos
Not the same day blues
She looks out across rivers
A daily job
A friend by day
A memory at night
No drink at all
After daylight
We go to our locations
To sleep and wonder
She sleeps in new bedrooms
As I twist and turn
She knows my thoughts
About loved ones
And hated ones
She sleeps until the sunrise
As I tread the waters to meet her
She comes down fast
Upon my poetry and dollars
She shimmers in lights
And is a delight
A Times Square beauty
On the west most face
Staring out
I wish it was
Sleeping
Sleeping
I thankyou
Wonderful Friend
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.20.24:38:31@NJ07430
Moonlight Temptation
I would watch the moonlight
Reflect on your face
As you ease your shadows
Upon my chest
My temptation to go inside
Wrap around you with hugging arms
Kills me every day
Eats me up inside
I would kiss you
Under summer skies
The blue midnight that melts
In the beauty of your hands
I miss your soul
That I never had
Show me heaven
I’ll show you another universe
Capture colors with me
And I’ll enter your brown eyes
I’ll come out from beneath
And share my thoughts
I’ll kiss your tears
Of sadness and joy every day
My honor will disappear
As I kneel for sculpted bronze
I whisper sweetness
Into your ear
As my fingertips let you escape
From the ordinary day
I will howl at many moons
To divide the winds and seas
For your insight to absorb
And breath to take in
Speak to the ocean and land with me
Let me cradle you in my arms
As we grasp the sensation
And conquer our feelings
Cuddle outside with me
And see the sunset
And watch a new dawn rise
While intertwining with each other
I’ll let you inside
Discover the changes among
Curves, eyes, touch, and desire
My heart is forever enslaved
But when set free
The glow you will see
Ignited by your moonlight
By your smile
By your mind
By your vibration
I will live
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.16.22:30:50@NYCNJ
Untitled (Available For Love)
I give up my world for you
For your touch
For the smoothness of your skin
For the revolution around your soul
I give up my world for you
To have the sensation
To kiss your cheeks
And hold you forever
I’ll show the world who I am
Come out of my hiding
Show no secrets
And answer all questions
I’ll stop my art
I’ll become a shadow
To save you from agony
To save you from hope
Notice me
The person inside
The man
The passion
The sweetness
The kindness
The lover
The artist
Don’t talk to me
Just show me the way
Put your words aside
Show me your emotions
Let me see your insides
Your heart
Your beating
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.16.01:09:00@NJ07430
Waiting
I’m waiting for the sun to burst
I’m waiting for the line to end
I’m waiting for the train
I’m waiting for her
For love
For she
I’m waiting for togetherness
Peace & Beauty
I’m waiting for the song to end
For my pain to halt
I’m waiting for art to show
On gallery walls
I’m waiting for the hunted
I’m waiting for my prey
I’m waiting for the food to cook
I’m waiting to bury my father with a puzzle
I’m waiting to kneel down in front
Holding hands
I’m waiting to caress her skin
To hold her hand
And lay upon her chest
I’m waiting for the sign
To Walk or Don’t Walk
I’m waiting for the rain
To pour and wash my tears away
I’m waiting to help the helpless
The sick, the dying, the dead
I’m waiting for the year
I’m waiting very long
I’m waiting for the optimization
I’m waiting for the tour
I’m waiting for the day
And for the tap
I’m waiting for the dream
And the memory
The shared time
And the first dinner
I’m waiting for the night
And the scent
I’m waiting for the sight
And the touch
I’m waiting forever
Until realism is defined
Until moments are defined
Until I am pinned
Into my corner of make-believe
And truth.
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.15.22:17:35@NJ07430
My Crucifixion
For you
My tears are drops of rain
My affection is a wounded heart
Your beauty is a cobra’s venom
Poisoning my body to unearthly heaven
Making me spin out of control
In a tornado of optional corrupted hard thickness
Deep down inside
In the bush
Between the gods, the land, and the sky
I hide
I wait for people like you
To gather around my waist
And hold me tight
Like the grip of last night’s wind
For you
I slice at my skin and save your sins
I collect seeds to plant
To water and nurse
The growth of us
Seeing your smile
Hearing your laugh
I have to make noise
Yell and scream
Show my orgasm
As your beauty shades my existence
Again Again
I make myself known
To you and the world
I give up everything
For you
I crucify myself
To be with you
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.06.00:00:00@NYC10036
98.07.07.00:00:00@NYC10036
98.07.08.00:00:00@NYC10036
98.07.09.00:00:00@NYC10036
98.07.10.00:00:00@NYC10036
458 (Found Poem)
blue eyes from the west
meet blue eyes from the east
she: olive skin
he: ghost from beneath
a thank you
a penetration
a no “please” on the ra-dio
smooth reaches
navel galore
experience truth, “A”
let the artist inside
and he may never come out
let the artist inside
and one day, I will dive
you reached an ocean
i took the lead
you felt the motion
I conquered the colors
crystal blue
round and yours
the touch, the feel, holy inside
the secrets, the fantasies
a division of society
sheets make a boundary
a simple hello
an intense hug
beauty surrounds
that glow within
from far they come
and to be with them
a wish from below
and above
a journey of no other
a complex wonder
desire
the sensual
the enriched
the lasting
from day to day
a thought behind
baby eyes
eyebrows to die for
every curve
every inch
heat sensitive
and a cool breeze
superior
exterior
no justification
just an imagination
outside or
inside
over and out
i am about
feel the time
hold it
grasp it
capture it
then and only then
ask yourself
deep down inside
why?
or why not?
wise, very wise
talk
and today
see a new red shape
© 1998 David Greg Harth
97.09.10.00:00:00@NYC
98.07.10.00:00:00@NYC
021-1670/18.99
1410
Kissing at 4th
Candy given
Chocolate given
0018
Served me
But did not wait for me
1219
Baked
Cooked
Wed
In the heart
Forgotten
0402
Wanted me
Sliced
1310
I fucked up
At least I thought
And every time I remember
0203
Never will I ever
Chugging along
Making it
Nature
0003
Where
Shove my tongue
Down that throat
0310
Pouring gasoline
Most fun I had
Burned soul
And frightened ass
I tattooed the smoker’s grave!
1118
Knowledge
Figure it
1813
Shave me
For I hardly knew
But I was hard
As I mounted numbers
0301
Fucked thrice
Thrived on my thirst
Bought me
And I gave it
Gone
0910
It’s a game
Desire my lust?
0105
It’s a game
Desire my lust?
1920
All I can do is think
And recall
And the donation of the fucker
1802
Gotta love it
Going down on me
Like a fluttering bee
0320
Wish it was
Next to me
Beside me
Hugging
0010
I don’t know
Hidden behind paint
Get to know anatomy
It’s the future
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.09.23:00:59@NYCNJ
Bunny Rabbits Don’t Make Mistakes
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve skipped a few
I hide
A run from it
Instead of facing it
Yes, like you, I run
In different directions
A fear of the help
I ran down tree tunnels
And bunny rabbit trails
I hit holes
And travel in the fog
But the bunny rabbits
They continue to nibble
All in the right places
They never make mistakes
They do everything right
Hop along
Away from me
Towards me at times
Those certain times
But I, I made the mistake
The mistakes
I have forgotten the importance
Of patience among care and feeding
... said the little rabbit
Bunny rabbits never make mistakes
They guard the family’s territory
On the land of Christ
They make sure I burrow
Deep down inside
And pretend to not hear
You quickly pull out
Remember?
As if unnoticed
Not from either direction
In the dark, you are a bunny rabbit
In the daylight, who am I?
Who am I?
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.08.00:23:00@NYCNJ
98.07.09.00:23:00@NYCNJ
I Need You
I need you more than ever.
I need you like a forest
needs rain
I need you like a tree
need roots
I need you like a serpent
needs a sea
I need you like a great white heron,
needs the sky
I need you like the ocean
needs a current
I need you like a chainsaw
needs electricity
I need you like a wolf
needs meat
I need you like a temple
needs prayers
I need you like a rapist
needs power
I need you like an infant
needs a nipple
I need you like the mountains
need valleys
I need you like a television
needs a viewer
I need you like a fuck
needs love
I need you like a dream
needs sleep
I need you like thunder
needs lightning
I need you like a spider
needs a web
I need you like a soul
needs a body
I need you like a disease
needs a host
I need you like evil
needs good
I need you like a warning
needs a cause
I need you like blood
needs a place
I need you like a thought
needs a spark
I need you like a breeze
needs a direction
I need you like time
needs movement
I need you like an engine
needs fuel
I need you like a person
needs a label
I need you like a candle
needs a flame
I need you like dust
needs a plain
I need you like a river
needs a bend
I need you like a screw
needs a nut
I need you like Columbus
needed a map
I need you like Warhol
needed a gun
I need you like Dorothy
needed a home
I need you like Gilligan
needed a boat
I need you like Santa
needs a sleigh
I need you like the Bee-Gees
needs a mirror-ball
I need you like Vox
needs the media
I need you like one
needs destruction
I need you like a film
needs an audience
I need you like dinner
needs a plate
I need you like boiling water
needs heat
I need you like a logo
needs treatment
I need you like color
needs light
I need you like peace
needs war
I need you like men
needs God
I need you like religion
needs followers
I need you like a fetus
needs a womb
I need you like a bee
needs honey
I need you like a tongue
needs a taste
I need you like a worshipper
needs an imagination
I don’t need you.
© 1998 David Greg Harth
96.04.07.01:45:00@31USQWNYC
97.12.07.01:45:00@31USQWNYC
98.07.07.01:45:00@505MAHWAH
Rugged Sexy Rebel
Shake of a bet
I met you at night
A drag you had
The look you gave me
We stared silently
As others looked on
Connected beneath your skirt
As you painted my portrait
Eyes locking & bending
Till Midnight
You watch me walk off
Mistakenly
My memory recalls
Sexy attitude
I’ll find an artist’s tool
And phone you later
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.06.30.08:39:00@NJ07430->NYC10036
TC1920V
Your St. Sunshine hair
Your bright blue eyes
Wonders reflecting my own
Absorbing my own
Captivating and swallowing me up
Your peace of mind
And committed heart
To the artists and the young
Ignited by chance
At the heat of November
The rains drowning my sorrow
Thoughts of you - rapidly fly
Your exquisite bi-line
A pleasure call to those who defend
A human touch needed
Heart pounding for your uncommon desire
Quietness and calmness
Innocence revealed through years
Only your beauty is an image
Burned into my mind
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.06.30.08:33:00@NJ07430->NYC10036
220 sandwet
I was at your doorstep
With a semi-automatic
Ready to kill
Make your teeth bleed
You told me wrong
A lie
And now you must pay
For you have created time
An erotic porn star
In the doorway frame
Standing like an old fashion whore
From out west no where
You always make me weak
But every time I come back to fight
With strength so strong
Of raging black bulls
I’ve been to different countries
And fucked you everywhere
You wait on me and stare at me
You charge me and change me
A glowing business man waits
Your pinks, purples and blues
I think it’s time to change
The rules
I ask to photograph
Your pregnancy
Your fat belly
And large milk nipples
Talking drunk to me
Flirting with your eyes
Exploring art with me
Reading East books
Like a 76 deck
I watch you burn
You crumble and fall
And expect me to pick you up!?
No. Not me.
I’ll leave you for the vultures
For the pretty salt ones at sea
I’ll leave you for the celebrations
And the church worshipping beggars
I was at your doorstep
With a dozen flowers in hand
You slammed the door in my face
And now you ask me
Why I have your lover’s hand?
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.06.24.24:29:33@NYC10036->NJ07430
Freedom
Heading West
At sixty-five
Seeing the hills roll over
The burning hills on fire
Glowing reds and oranges
With a great wonderful halo
Hearing the tune and hymns
Of rediscovery
And all I can say is
Freedom at Last! Freedom at Last!
Heading West
Realizing there is no more
Had it all
Until the end
Survived much
To continue on
Had a bird
And nut-less board
Missed my cat
His eyes and glare
Decision of mades
And maids dancing with red
Sled riding hills
The West on Fire
Freedom at Last! Freedom at Last!
With thoughts of you,
My friend
You.
Messages of thanks
As re-runs get fatter
Recalling hatred
Over misty mountains
Control is thirst
And I for you.
Freedom at Last!
Freedom at Last!
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.06.21.21:27:42@NJ07430
Father’s Day
Wine
With you
Going down
Caressing your every curve
Bend
Tender
Soft skin
I slide
My soapy hands
Guiding them down
Your slender silky body
I remember your kindness
Your devotion
Your lust you shared
I remember our desire
Your heart
Your eyes
As you stand beside me
In our shower
With hot water dripping down
Our souls exchanging
Our hands rubbing
Feeling
I stand behind you
Grasping your breasts
Your stiff nipples
Kissing the back of your neck
Your warm neck
Sliding my fingers through your hair
Wetness all around
Suds between
I pour
The wine
Red wine down your back
In your hair
Candlelit shown
The wine pours down
Between your ass cheeks
And on my cock
Across your breasts
And down your stomach
In the depths of your cute navel
And further down
Deep inside
Your wet pussy lips
Inside your warmth
The sex we shall have
Water all around
Red wine shared
Passion explored
In our steamy shower
As my cock rubs up against your ass
A tingle between your legs
I kiss you from behind
And give you poetry with my hands
My touch
My thrust
I give
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.06.21.20:41:00@MahwahNJ
Triple X Make-Believe & PDBs For a Day
A man in Omaha found silver
Crazies with methods of money making
Advertising breasts
Popping in and out of lining sidewalks
Women braless bouncing with loose fitting tops
Abortion killers and bus driver low skirters
Scat singers and Pop Culture
Lime green shirts and checkered pants
Fitting fine
Fine man
Elevator lifters
9th avenue buttons
7th
Park nectars
Brown captures
Devil keepers and stocking stuffers
White trash replicas
And grandma’s make-up
Transvestite hookers and game players
Fatality heat and laughing belt stranglers
Television, Radio, Communicating networks at net worth
I got the winning rub-off in my pocket
Grieving make-up old ladies
Parody at your feet
Industries of devil CEOS
Beauty queens along the park
Pretentious riders and fake believers
Gorgeous generations of generosity
People, People, People-
Listen to what they say.
Sadness
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.06.04.20:00:00@NYC
98.06.10.01:05:00@NJ
98.06.12.12:24:00@NJ
Tortured Crush
Stab me in the heart
Remind me of a memory
Walk with me to the park
Watch the swans go by
Hold my hand tight
And stare into my blue eyes
I bite my lip and taste my sorrow
Knowing that maybe
You don’t want the lust
I would give up everything
To touch you and feel you
To be drowned in your brown eyes
Falling from heaven into another heaven
Floating skies and flying doves in pairs
Swallowing up inside
See me, the one in front
See who I am
And don’t let me hide
Break the rules
And gather your thoughts
The crush gets deeper
With every move you make
Mysterious walks
And talks
A puncture in the back
I would burn my art
For the kiss at your lips
I would see no one on earth
For the warmth of your heart
I would sacrifice my thoughts daily
For your touch of every day
I would make every wish and dream come true
For the beauty gaze on your brown eyes
I would sacrifice my soul
For the sweetness of your lips
I would bleed forever
For you to survive in happiness
I would taste your tears
With my silent tongue
The crush kills me
It twists me
Like bent molten metal
Turns me upside down
Like Romeo and Juliet
It’s a Tortured Crush
A poisonous desire
I would let you inside
And see myself
My disease of emotions
I’ll be your sister and brother
You stripped me of my innocence
My virginity
And my belief
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.06.10.01:03:00@NJ07430
I remember
I remember watching the snowfall beneath the street lamp
While I hoped for the death of education at tomorrow’s first sunrise
I remember fucking the cocaine high mother
While her hubby with a stache jerked off while on-looking
I remember burning ants with a magnify glass as a kid
While hearing their pops and smelling their skin toast
I remember my big plastic green army machine gun
While playing army man at war in my treelined backyard
I remember the squirrel that chewed up electric lines
While I brought one as a gift in a bag for a friend
I remember the ones who said no
While I continue to kneel down and ask for forgiveness
I remember recording their conversations
While I masturbated to their smelly dates
I remember playing tic-tacs
While being psychic
I remember seeing the elder guy fuck the bonded one
While I on-looked the fat man’s praise
I remember Valentine’s and open air January
While winter came and gone
I remember pinning moths after the catch
While spreading their powder and glisten across my fingers
I remember watching peace
While nails came out of doors
I remember spray-painting ‘GASM’ on cement
While the stream sparkled and frogs leaped and croaked
I remember my big wheels
While skidding in the gravel dirt at the circle
I remember being pulled over by a trooper
While a semi-automatic was being fired just across my head
I remember writers taking cabs
While others talked dollars around round tables
I remember cows being tipped
While I told stories of lies
I remember my father in a limo
While dark race traveled through words of conduct on Broadway streets
I remember wet dreams in fantasy sheets
While urine tests proved nothing
I remember your face as you read my poetry
While I connected dots to satisfy your wet one
I remember your analyzation of my soul
While I take a bullet between my bitten teeth
I remember the love you have given
While I refused to listen
I remember the god in Florida
While I was a little kid who packaged large ones
I remember stealing plastic whores of fat drunken pigs
While skeptical apples knew of my existence
I remember falling in deep shit
While the shit didn’t even recognize my face
I remember your thoughts and feelings
While I write this damn mother fucker today
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.05.25.22:59:21@NJ07430
98.05.26.23:11:24@NJ07430
98.06.01.22:53:46@NJ07430
98.06.03.02:35:49@NYC->NJ->NJ07430
Untitled (Together)
Two together
Feeling the souls
Pouring water
Washing the heat
Twisting the passion
All around
Caressing your lips
Following your silky legs
Up your thighs
Feeling the inside
With my tongue against yours
Two tongues exchanging
Exploring wonders
And the warmness inside
Sweat created
And devoured with thirst
Tracing the curves
Imbedded under water
Nibbling and stroking
From inside and out
Soothing and massaging
Wondering about
Smoothness felt
Fingers between hair
Gentle kisses
And thrusts of desire
Candle light by tub tonight
Hot water to cool
Flowers smelt and cheered
For you
For you
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.05.28.14:59:03@Earth