Künstler Selbstmord
Women with razor blades
Art world confetti with blindness
Impersonators with hatchets
Employers with chainsaws
Lovers with incised war clubs
Self-inflicted amputations
Drowning in constant tears
Overshadowed in perfect sunlight
Daily migraines and hourly headaches
Teeth falling from the sky
Banquet of thieves
Matriarchy conspiracy
Endless masturbation
Sweet addictions
Pussy affections
Living a nightmare
Neurological disaster
Spiraling downfall
Refusal of participation
Concrete negativity
Searching for eleven
Attempting graphite
Tempting illegal love
Powerful reason gone
Three remain irrelevant
Writings incomplete
Tasting enemies
Symphonic conclusion
Crucial termination
Thy third alchemical step
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.06.30.02:03:22@130BklynNYC
King’s
Cannot bare
Cannot crucify
Wish to bow, wish to hail
Begging for forgiveness
For Jerusalem
I rise once more,
A man unlike God
I protect, I guard
I spread keys among shadows
I repent, I replenish
I feed the hungry and poor
The last knight stands
In trust and defense
Built of every man’s sin
He exists only for you
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.07.08.04:22:00@DakarFlt203NYC
Kissing Someone
Last night,
I kissed someone.
And she wasn’t you.
And each time I kiss someone else,
You’ll be moving further away.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.17.10:19:44@205HudsonNYC
Know Their Eyes
Forget about their occupation
Forget where they live
Forget the length of their commute
Forget their family background
Forget when their last relationship was
Forget why they responded
Forget their phone number
Forget to open the door
Forget it all
But never forget
The color of their eyes
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.27.14:35:51@205HudsonNYC
Knife In The Heart
I can’t explain
I can’t comment
It’s like a knife in the heart
Through and through
Bleeding pale
I can’t love
I can’t desire
It’s like a knife in the heart
Penetrating directly through
Bloody mess
I can’t share
I can’t experience
It’s like a knife in the heart
Sharp cut right through
Beating stopped
I can’t feel
I can’t see
It’s like a knife in the heart
Tourniquet applied
Saddened and barely alive
I can’t focus
I can’t grow
It’s like a knife in the heart
Severed completely
Dropped to the floor
I can’t get lost in your eyes
I can’t get high on your scent
It’s like a knife in the heart
Shattered to billions of pieces
Scattered in the sea
I can’t approach
I can’t talk
It’s like a knife in the heart
Failing to rejuvenate
Falling apart
I can’t hold your hand
I can’t open up
It’s like a knife in the heart
My beat is dead
Around the world it’s shadow hides
I can’t fall in love
I can’t get involved
It’s like a knife in the heart
My heart is closed
Forever it will stay sealed
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.02.03.24:56:01@296NYC
Kitchen Mixing
I made the mix in the kitchen
Got out the milk
Got out the cocoa
Got out the blender
I made the shake
I ate the pear
She ate the banana
Cherry Pie delivered
She brought the apple cider
Flames up the side
I count, one, two, three
Women here, no one free
But me
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.12.19.03:18:28@296NYC
Kiss
Have you ever known anyone that you’ve wanted to kiss, and never gotten the chance to?
I have, Erich Bryan, Kurt Wullschelger, Nate Oborny (I kissed him, but then I was mean to him the next day, fear of rejection, I was so sure that he didn’t like me), Ryan Laurance, Klaus Sanford, Josh Hite (no I kissed him, I just wonder what a relationship with him would be like, I know it wouldn’t last but it might be fun for a while), my dentist, my current studio teacher (that’s against school rules),
Erik Meyer (now this one is WRONG because my besst friend has liked him for a long time, but she’s getting married now, so her loss)
When I was in the fifth grade I went to a school that was only 5th and 6th graders, and all of my friends wanted me to go out with Brad, so I agreed to it, but I didn’t really like him, I liked a 6th grader, Clint Bennet, he was a real loser, but I liked him, until he got on the bus one day with a black eye, (I still liked him a little, but I was a little scared of him) anyway, my friends asked Brad to go out with me, and he said some rude things, of which I don’t remember, must have blocked out of my memory, so, I haven’t thought much of that boy since.
But when I was a junior in high school I liked Andy Smith, and my teacher paired us up (she was a little crazy) we were going to do a video in Spanish, and there were 6 guys in the class and a lot of girls. Well, she paired us up and he yells “anyone but her please anyone but her” and there were some really nasty girls in my Spanish class, but now he’s fat and i wouldn’t ever go out with him, cause he is such a rude little ....
I guess the point is that I’m unlucky in love, but at least the guys who didn’t like me in the past are giving me a second look now.
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.09.25.20:14:06 @ 296 New York City
99.11.05.03:05:26 @ 296 New York City