Black Skies
Secret whispers fell from the sky
Diluted in the puddles on the empty roads
Dreams rode the waves that crashed upon the shore
They broke apart as they smashed upon the jagged rocks
Ideas burning flesh from bones
Empty hearts filled with charcoal
Hatred breeding the glorious cowards
Now mothers of tomorrow’s generation
An avalanche of darkness covers meadows of delusion
Conquered barren skulls with not a moment’s last breath
Left over gods with no sermons or lectures
No spells, no tales, no disciples, no rōnin
No bee hive, no vessel, no fuselage, no urn
No power exchange, no bound wrists,
no unseen ward, no conversation spoken
No mausoleum, no resurrection,
No temptation, no river birth
Just the black skies
Which now cover this earth
© 2024 David Greg Harth
2024.07.31.17.28.00@130BklynNYC
The Beginning
I find it most difficult to start
But once you start, everything falls into place
Sorting things out
Organizing tasks
Repeating false memories
Playing a song for the morning swans
Inevitable fears cancelled
Enveloped cash memories
Planning estates
Meal preparation
Canceling the services
Coming to attention
Ocean waves crashing
Couldn’t compare
Couldn’t comprehend
Found something to eat
Complaints written down
Asked for a gun
Got sweet plantains
Asked for an extension
Got a wooden box
The most difficult part is starting
The hardest part is always the start
© 2024 David Greg Harth
2024.07.30.11.41.00@130BklynNYC
Among The Forgotten
Questions left unanswered
Always a mystery why he left so soon
No written note or epic story to read
Just scattered belongings to piece together
Questions left unanswered
He was alone and lonely
She was the very cloud
Swept him into a rescued eternity
Questions left unanswered
Sometimes actions cannot be prevented
No matter the day of the week
Or time the sun rises
Questions left unanswered
Each community slightly more empty
An art world untouched
Never forgiven but always forgotten
© 2024 David Greg Harth
24.07.20.18.48.58@130BklynNYC
Mr. Mr. Clock
Clock strikes 4pm.
Clock came racing down.
Didn’t know the race was on.
Didn’t know the dust had settled.
Didn’t know my scent was left lingering.
I was just seated. Alone. Lonesome. Lonely. Single.
Retracted.
I was just seated. Honored. Guarded. Walled. Single.
You came along. Brought your broom. Brought your dust bin.
Here we are and the clock strikes 4pm
In love,
My heart goes –
Tick Tick Tick Tick
In love,
My heart goes –
On forever
Because I’m the man without a clock.
I’m the man without time.
Because I’ve been bought and I’ve been sold.
I’ve been living on borrowed time.
It’s 4pm.
Time to get wed.
© 2022 David Greg Harth
22.11.11.15:31:30@130BklynNYC
List of 10: Concerts I’ve been too
1. U2
2. The Who
3. The Rolling Stones
4. Nine Inch Nails
5. Bruce Springsteen
6. David Bowie
7. James
8. Leonard Cohen
9. Pete Seeger
10. Madonna
Note: Concerts are listed in random order, not chronologically.
© 2022 David Greg Harth
22.10.14.17:43:27@130BklynNYC
Just Like That
And just like that
The loaf of bread is gone!
No more crumbs
No more bread
No more for you
No more for me
Just like that!
© 2022 David Greg Harth
02.09.08.15:15:55@130NYC