David Harth 2020-05-03 David Harth 2020-05-03

Mayor Scott

This plague has come upon us

It’s no common New York rodent

And I know you’ve witnessed a lot

Bullet holes and gentrification

Cracked sidewalks and burning houses

Nothing previously made you transition to the Lord so fast

In the end it was deadly COVID-19

That guided your journey past

A dozen years of conversations

Neighborhood discussions

Wishing wells and grilling smells

Firecrackers and insanity pleas

Seen you daily at sunrise

and you’ve seen me daily at dusk

Seen you dapper

and you’ve seen me somber

Seen you filled with laughter

and you’ve seen me with my love

Gardening yards

that were not yours

Hugging children

that were not yours

Helping elderly

that were not yours

Fending crooks

that were not yours

Hellos & Goodbyes

that were always ours

Good days & bad days

that were always ours

You’ll be missed

Oh, great Mayor of the block

May you rest in peace

Oh, great Mayor of the block

2020.05.03.18:09:31@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2019-09-24 David Harth 2019-09-24

False Artist

“False Artist”

I am a false artist

I am a fraud

A fake

I’m a scam, a cheat, a dupe

Bogus and phony – Shit

I am invalid

I’m such a fake fucking artist

I’m a coward

With knees shaking at the entrance

Graphite on my fingers

The scent of oils in my mouth

Angst of the unaffordable

Torn and twisted of what is attainable

Gutted

Drenched in tears

Claimed to be without fears

Often lying in pain from my man made disease

Studio walls close in on you

Art supplies come crashing down

You sink in the quicksand

Swallowing your last stand

And you give up

So easily you surrender

Because you’re a fake fucking artist

Making up deadlines

Drawing portraits and lines and lines and more damn lines

Coughing up blood

Oozing a better symphonic plea

Born in Canaan

Got hit by a landslide and walked once more

My spine raddled

Spew forth the nightmares of encephalitis

A snake’s autosarcophagy has become my wet dream

Poisoned by the hollow promises of 213 feet

I am a false artist

I am a fraud

A fake, an invalid

2019.09.24.12:06:27@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2018-07-10 David Harth 2018-07-10

Broken/Fixed

Temptation of sorrow elevated me to great spans

It was the crusade that kept me afloat

Ferocious venom from my inner beast

See me thrash, and see me live

I marched on

Like an unclaimed warrior

Chivalry was my badge of honor

Midnight trysts were a common theme

Rich stories of being lost on the streets with ghosts

Often seen abandonment as the only option

Through the strongest tides pulling me

And the howling winds pushing me

It has been an exhaustive search

Twisted side arrived

Seated in the round with compassion

Repeating sparrow sung my symphonic song

In pride, I march down the witnesses’ aisle of disbelief

Letters penned, calls made, paintings painted

Hunting for a waltz in the city of music

Pierced through until the end

Swallow my limited time

Release the paired doves

Call out the sun and call out the moon

Announce the truth and close the books

The scorched chariot waits for the both of us

Her lips reeled me in

Her mind seized my heart

Her hips peeled back my senses

Her empathy captured my everything

I’ve been broken for over four decades

But now that she is with me

I am no longer broken

I am fixed

18.07.10.13:35:50@1CTSQWLICNYC

David Harth 2017-09-06 David Harth 2017-09-06

These Hard Earned Tears

Infant eyes intimidated reason

Incubated empty dreams into emerging concepts

Grown out of lust and melancholy

Howling wind filled vacant hearts with rage

Chasing love on the storm’s wave

Echoing pleas from the drowning sea

Treading each territory with new hope

With constant loss and destroyed visions

Testimonials will recall the tale

As it was told and as it was captured

Surrendered to the fulfilled dream

His leman has the evidence

Last flight never forgotten

An abrupt end executed from desire

17.09.06.13:31:04@1CTSQWLICNYC

David Harth 2017-02-21 David Harth 2017-02-21

The Fall Of Heaven

The rickety rackety of the train kept me up all night

Rickey rackety, rickety rackety

The train would sway back and forth

As we catapulted straight for long stretches

Rickey rackety, rickety rackety

Then, grasp onto your seat!

We’d almost be jumping off the tracks

As the train would bend around a sharp curve

The blinds would titter tatter, titter tatter

Wind rushing inside the rail car

Swooooosh!

Rustling my hair about with dirt and dust

Dirt and dust

II.

Twelve flights up

I would gnaw at my restraints

Attempting to escape

This internal prison where I was held hostage

Vanquish out the demons that would possess my mind

The bondage was ironclad

I’d scrape my fingernails on the wooden door

Edging splinters deeper beneath my skin

Peering at the intersection down below

Hoping for an interrupted fall

Scolded for stroking

Living on yesterday’s potatoes

III.

Behind the teacher’s desk

We exchanged gifts for Valentine’s Day

I gave her a tiny box of sugary candy with pre-printed messages

Various colored hearts with words I never wrote

She gave me a much larger box in the shape of a heart

With individually wrapped chocolates

Each with a different delicate presentation

And unique taste memorable impression

And I wore blush for that photo

Can’t you see?

IV.

Walking back empty handed

Along the long gravel road

Hands bloody

My forehead dripping

Precum at the tip of my –

Walking aimlessly

Trying to locate my plot

Helpless before the sun rises once more

I’ve had my faults

And I’ve given my apologies

I’ve had my excuses

My lies and presumptions

But this dedication

After my heart was demolished

17.02.21.17:52:00@200VeseyNYC

David Harth 2016-12-21 David Harth 2016-12-21

Birds in Flight Die in the Night

// Razor sharp

// Hard edge

My finest suit for the occasion

Jacket on the hanger

Tie around my collar

Tightly around my neck

So stiff

I’ve been collecting the finest pads

Some favorite handmade books from Third Avenue

Never had a chance to put pencil to paper

Typed up words for the audience to read

Sleeves pushed up

I cut four inches

From the base of my wrist

Through my square

Forming a straight line upwards

Tomorrow’s papers

Buy a copy

For the world news

Infinitely a legend

On the 26th

Wish I had a sparrow

To sing me a song

On this very night

16.12.21.21:52:00@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2016-09-19 David Harth 2016-09-19

Love’s Executioner

The empathetic one with oar

Was silent with purpose

In destiny I crossed the river

With an obol in my mouth

To join my mélange of lovers

Winnow down the truths

For there was an eternal one

That my heart belonged too

She made me evaporate my lies

And surrender my soul

She was the nectar of my strength

And my last destination

In death’s paradise

I love, love, love.

16.09.19.10:07:14@200VeseyNYC

David Harth 2016-06-27 David Harth 2016-06-27

Abandoned

High fever set in for the second time

Thought we were in the clear

Threat of infection is still highly imminent

The passage out was a long and tedious one

Carried on a stretcher along the rocky sodden path

Each awkward turn sent a tremble through by bones

I felt my brain violently pound against the inside of my skull

Knocked around like an embryo in an uncontrolled free fall

Scattering between the tall oaks, maples and firs

Sunlight would reach my face on occasion

Dense fog seemed to levitate from the ground

Dangerous path becomes blind

Scent of fresh rain dripping on bark

Damp fallen leaves unearthed by a trenched march

Pine beds lining the exit strategy

Unclaimed fibers itch my skin that I can not scratch

Random insects land on my face that I can not swat

I feel the warm trickle of blood ooze out of my wounds

My palms sweaty with unknowns

The snaps of twigs beneath their boots

Rattle hollow echoes between my listening

Voices howl and crackle in concise misguidance

These bearers with sheltered hearts

Fighting for my own mortality

Every effort to keep me conscious

I have become an alternate once more

Reflection did not accurately portray

Sharing water with the ghost of her

Detached, I am at my finest

Lost, I am catapulted

Deep realms of forced solitude

Amongst the forest floor

Selected for departure

The hunting wolf follows my trail

Picked up my fallen limbs

Hot coals placed in my mouth

Lost and gained

I am slayed

16.06.27.14:35:35@200VeseyNYC

David Harth 2016-05-24 David Harth 2016-05-24

Repeat Silence

I stepped off the westward train

At a station unknown

Walked north into my silent retreat

Among velvet dirt roads

Nothing in front of me

Everything behind me

This is what love does

When we were together

I begged you to open up to me

We fought

We loved

We were stuck in a pattern on repeat

Pattern on repeat

You left me

Yet your parents blamed me solely

My parents stateless

Children in wonderment

Was it I at fault?

Been blamed –

Take responsibility

The serpent visited your dreams before I arrived

Took you on the darkest passage

Nothing saved, nothing learned

II.

Mourning comes and goes

The echo of your voice never leaves

Let’s see where these dirt roads lead me

I’m walking to the arches you’ve always wanted to see

Nothing in front of me

Everything behind me

This is what love does

I once drowned in my sorrow

Judged no more

Bound by no one

My footprints unseen

III.

People sometime wonder why I don’t own a tuxedo

I find it hard to explain

Yet,

Your dress, and my tuxedo still hang together in the garment bag

We were to go away that weekend

Attend your best friend’s wedding

But we never made it – did we?

Pattern on repeat

An unforgivable leap

Nothing in front of me

Everything behind me

This is what love does

Oh, so deep

Pattern on repeat

16.05.24.10:17:44@200VeseyNYC

David Harth 2016-05-17 David Harth 2016-05-17

Skin & Bones

"Skin & Bones"

All she ever was

To my silent majority

And catastrophic heart

Skin and bones

And skin and bones

Contemplating spine crushing

Chastity locking

Ego stroking

Couldn’t be at yesterday’s benefit

Couldn’t be at the reception

Couldn’t be at the morgue

Skin and bones

And skin and bones

Rrrrrrrrash

Skin and bones

Scrape

Up off the floor

Scrape

Skin and bones

Scrape

Seasons come and go

Scrape

Lessons to be learned

Skin and bones

2016.05.17.15:53:17@200VeseyNYC

David Harth 2016-04-16 David Harth 2016-04-16

May 22nd

Silent pursuit

I look to the future

Reflections of you and me

Once strangers in passing

Now hand in hand

No introductions

Just secret glances

They’ll wonder how

Not me - certain

From the very start

I was in love with you

For an unwritten time

I have become ooze melting

Into an oblivion of paradise

Deep within your heart

16.04.16.07:32:06@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2016-02-28 David Harth 2016-02-28

I Once Asked You

I once asked you

If you loved me

You said yes

I once asked you

If you loved me

You said yes

I once asked you

If you loved me

You said yes

Three times of love,

And the sparrow

Is shot dead.

16.02.28.20:51:00@BalticSea (Tallinn > Helsinki)

David Harth 2016-02-28 David Harth 2016-02-28

Five Years Too Late

Five years too late

Our love affair

Seems to coincide again

I find myself

Crossing the Baltic Sea

North once more

I left my heart behind me

For a moment’s gaze

Is about to become

A debauched reality

Without awareness or reason

She emerged from the sea

As my canopy of Eden

And poison to which

I surrender

There is something about

These fluid waters

Creating an ignition of

Craving to dedicate

A bonding word said

Remember my name

I’ll find you again

For your allure

Is what carries this current

In your direction

Descend into

The madness

You are my cure

My hope

And my only love

16.02.28.20:40:00@BalticSea (Tallinn > Helsinki)

David Harth 2016-02-21 David Harth 2016-02-21

Sometimes in the Sadness

In fear

Reaching into the unknown abyss

Attempting to find location

Empty handed

Blind to the reasons

Crawling upon the ground

Pulling the weight of your body

With digging fingernails into the splintering floor

Scratching the dirt

The sound of chalk on board

Burning decaying eyes

Guilty pleasure standing tall

Expensive expanse

These battles and quiet hymns

Raging fires scorching

Dying screams unheard

Sunken heart of despair

War is on

16.02.21.20:45:19@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2016-02-02 David Harth 2016-02-02

List of 10: Quotes about my cock

1. “…please don't take this the wrong way but your cock is sooo big it's painful sometimes!! seriously i feel like i was fucked by a sledgehammer!”

2. “Your cock is massive...i couldn't even get my entire hand around it...kindda intimidating/amazing”

3. “Did I mention that DGH has a beautiful penis? And a beautiful heart? Tough combo to find!!”

4. “…really is a donkey cock ... HUUUGGGGEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”

5. “I was thinking about how large and in charge your cock is”

6. “dear god what is that ginormous thing”

7. “I’m already totally distracted thinking about your gorgeous cock.”

8. “I’m working from home because the craving in my loins that I have for you has made it difficult to stand up straight.”

9. “I seriously never ever saw such a big one!!!!”

10. “You are an amazing tonic! Smile on my face all day. Can hardly wait for you to put me in line again!! I guess I'll have to be extra naughty from now on. XOXO (Your dirty naughty rebellious little slut who cannot get enough of your magical cock)”

16.02.02.21:00:00@NYC