Unknown Answers
I couldn’t fall asleep last night
I was twisting and turning
And turning and twisting
Getting tangled up in my sheets
And my blanket
I would twist and turn
In a restless motion
Of flipping and adjusting and readjusting
I was thinking about her so much
Wondering if she felt the same way
Did she like me?
Like I liked her?
Was I back in time?
Was I in High School again?
Or are these just the games of love?
That we all play?
Should I pass her a note?
Beneath the desk?
Should I tell her best friend?
That I like her?
Should I smile at her?
That kind of smile that indicates,
“Hey, I like you.”?
These are the games.
These are my questions.
I hate to play games.
And I hate games played.
But what are you supposed to do?
When you’re in love.
And love is in you?
These are the unknown answers.
And the answers I seek.
So give me a sign.
And I’ll give you my heart.
© 2015 David Greg Harth
2015.10.20.11:51:26@200NYC
Unrecognizable
The crimson darkness has fallen upon us
I have vivid memories of you
Courting you with everything I’ve got
With an ammunition of poetry
Lying next to you on the Great Lawn
Beneath the galaxy of shimmering stars
Penetrating your wetness deeply from behind
Your hands pressed up against the cold window pane
The crimson darkness has fallen upon us
We lost our child to a storm of resulting emotions
You moved so far away from me
Coital cephalgia still infiltrates daily
Voices of you scream a haunting echo
In the empty chambers of my heart
I was intoxicated with infatuation
Blinded by your secret allurement
The crimson darkness has fallen upon us
Liquid dripped from your inner thigh months too early
We were bound for complete sadness
Our eyes turned to unyielding stone
Everything failed and came to a complete halt
As we battled for each other's existence
Off the bridge you desired
You walked on and I fell deep
Turned once more
Your lips parted slightly
As if to say one last goodbye
The shadows swallowed you whole
And you were gone
As the crimson darkness has fallen upon me
I have become unrecognizable
© 2014 David Greg Harth
14.01.30.03:12:41@130BklynNYC
Unvisited Locations
This space is often vacant
A hollowness which craves to be occupied
In the left atrium there is a huge area
Your wails can be heard in the empty cave
Echoing the dreams of hope
In the right atrium there is a tremendous zone
So vast, the blue oceans of the world cannot fill it completely
The left ventricle continues as an open field
Readily available for a new inhabitant
The right ventricle, a cloudless sky
Aching to encompass each floating cloud nine
Each connecting aorta and connecting pulmonary
Pumping the great warmth that makes me who I am
That trickles to the tips of my fingers
Of the hands that will hold you on any sunny day
And keep you warm on frigid nights
These are the unvisited locations in my heart
They are reserved for you
Come claim them
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.06.05.13:07:09@550NYC
Unleash
Reveal the lion inside me
Let me roar an echoing proclamation
I’ll make shadows run for cover
As birds take an early migration
Water will flow upstream
Our ventricles will fill with hydration
The ground beneath us will quake
Swallowing our hearts with a radiant palpitation
End the eternal search
We have found our salvation
Allow these feelings to validate
Secrets turn into affirmation
I stand before you
I stand before everyone on this earth
I stand before every member of every nation
With my deepest declaration,
I proclaim –
Unleash my heart!
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.11.18:40:59@323NYC
Unlock
With a wooden spoon, stir the tea
In a hidden safe, put away the key
Venturing into the unknown
No more days of being alone
Inside your heart I’ve started a fire
You’ll never forget my eyes of sapphire
No sense in blocking the unconventional
These emotions are multidimensional
Delete the borders and erase the distance
Surrender to your own resistance
I’ve escaped the artificial
Everything with you is beyond celestial
We’ll orbit the sun, the moon, and the stars
This warmth heals our internal scars
Our breathless silence shall pass
My affection for you will last
As witness to my eyes
I’ll harmonize your midnight cries
Put away your defense
Hand in hand we shall commence
This love is now for hire
Have I found a repeat buyer?
My heart is yours, I will never sever
Take it and occupy it forever
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.10.24:11:43@130BklynNYC
Uncharted Territory
For over three decades
I have treaded in the ocean
I have surfed each available sea
I have searched multiple continents
And I have scurried lands far and wide
With each nautical map I follow
My sails have always led me towards you
My bow always pointed me towards you
Each direction given
Each wind blown
I was just a lost man on a voyage
Now found
In this uncharted territory
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.10.31.12:55:59@130BklynNYC
Up
In the darkest midnight hour
Under the cover of blackness
Beneath the full moon’s scattered fingerprints
Drowned out by the rumble of approaching thunder
In the shadows of love’s past
Hidden among the forgotten and lost
Muffled by an echoed plea
Silenced with a concealed drum
Behind the defensive guard
Soldiers regroup and reload
The wall goes up.
Thick ropes are pulled
Iron gates are lowered
Water is emptied from the moat
Replaced with molten lava
Last chariots are escorted across
Bridges are destroyed
Staircases crumble to the ground
Ladders are burned to ashes
Catapults are dismantled
Instruments of flight are demolished
The wall goes up.
Released from the chamber
Now escorted back
Through violent storms
Through raging seas
To the frozen tundra
To the deepest depth below
Far below the obtainable surface
Far beyond the foreseeable future
Stolen and broken it was
Stronger and thicker it has become
The wall goes up.
© 2010 David Greg Harth
10.08.26.14:34:31@550MadisonNYC
Unforeseen Circumstance
You entered so unexpectedly.
Your funny bones, laughing gas.
Your two drink minimum, tri-state tour.
I wasn’t prepared.
To hear your voice, catch your singing.
To see your gaze, taste your tears.
To ask you, nibble your lips.
What’s done is done.
She’s not late, neither are you.
She’s pre-occupied, you have the occupation.
She’s not, you aren’t.
Saving one by one has to get done.
Telling your love, you are in love.
Telling the audience, you are in love.
Telling you, you are in love.
Surprised, startled.
Shocked, stepped upon.
Shattered, scattered.
Strung about, strung along.
Strewn, sunken.
Slipped away, sailed forward.
Circumcised, demoralized,
I’m in love now, history now.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.15.18:30:29@599BwayNYC
Unlock Me
Knowing how the heart catapults into love,
I am uncertain if it’s you
If it’s you I could love.
I should until the end of time
Until death parts us
But I’ve only just found the key.
Find the looking glass, told.
I’ve climbed the mountain,
I shiver in thought.
He left the door ajar
Soundless she lies on the bed
Bare and innocent, calling.
The crow sits on the sill
As my love is wasted away
In you.
Pick up your belongings
Arise from your still
It is I who is now your shadow.
End your quest
Become the woman you are
For I too, am she.
Drink the blood
Your monthly
Let me suckle down yours.
Know that I love thee.
And it is you
That is my key.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.02.11:33:44@205HudsonNYC
No One
My love is gigantic.
Larger than a long gone prehistoric reptile.
Greater than a sailing blue whale.
My love is cosmic.
Stretches far past these terrestrial galaxies.
Beyond the suns and the moons.
My love is wind.
Soaring and swirling with nineteenth century clouds.
To carry you throughout your life.
My love is fiery.
It is an ignition.
Fuel to light cities across the planet.
My love is heroic.
A shield to protect the aged and the ill.
The weak and the poor.
My love is honorable.
The heart I possess has been bludgeoned.
Coat of arms is yours.
My love is an empire.
Searching wide and far.
To give all to its rightful Queen.
My love is passionate.
Dedicated to the pleasure of my lover.
External and internal; body and mind.
My love is everything.
It is what makes me continue.
Makes my heart pulsate.
But I have no one to give my love to.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.12.19.01:06:05@296NYC
Going Down (Version #2)
It is where I would like to be most.
You are my leopard; you are my host.
Tonight, my tongue is a serpent.
My touch upon your lips will be potent.
Let me gaze upon your passage way.
Welcome to the kingdom of foreplay.
As I taste your inner beauty.
Inside I explore deeply.
Our tryst has just begun,
It’s where I nuzzle upon your sacred garden.
I will lick voraciously forever.
I’ll move in even closer.
With my tongue I orchestrate a symphony.
I first start out so very gently.
Then with a strong powerful thrust.
I taste, I must.
You are my Aphrodite in essence.
I swallow your innocence.
Summer moon in the mist.
Gyrating in and out, just kissed.
Humming birds have nothing on me.
My speed is fiery.
I gather your moist lips with my tongue.
Your orgasmic chorus has been sung.
The clock strikes midnight.
A torrid affair we unite.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.12.10.23:21:56@296NYC
Visible
You are nothing,
and you are everything.
You present yourself,
while being speechless.
You live while being dead,
and you are motionless to one’s eye.
I cannot see you,
but I can witness you.
I cannot touch you,
but I can feel you.
I cannot hear you,
but I can listen to your sounds.
People skip you.
They ignore you.
They don’t know that you exist.
People laugh at you.
They don’t understand you.
They can’t comprehend your concept.
People walk inside of you.
They walk around you.
They walk right by you.
Invisible before the viewer,
Visible after they have left.
Daring vision
Concealed creation.
Magnificently invisible,
Defying the visible.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.11.28.24:11:27@296NYC
Head First
I knew nothing then of what I knew today
She had bright red hair
Above her head and below.
Freckles covered her body
In between her pasty white skin poked out,
Said hello.
I was innocent then.
Not even a lover.
We just swallowed each other’s kisses.
An hour before she rode me dry in my car.
Fogged autumn windows
Tail lights were out.
In the wood paneled basement, we sat
Lying on the leather couch she began
Slowly inching downwards
Unbuckled, unbuttoned, pulled
She encompassed me with her lips
Whole in its entirety
The feeling reminded me
All the previous times of self-pleasure
Growing up so unexperienced
Sliding, gliding with her tongue
Such intensity
I could not believe what I saw before me.
Her red hair is all I see
What I feel is wet
Explosive in my teen sensations
Her parents walked upstairs
Back and forth, back and forth
On the linoleum kitchen floor
I feared they would come down
To discover their innocent daughter
Mouth wrapped around me
Before they took steps downward
I drowned her throat
With my first vocal cavity emergence.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.11.14.23:37:42@296NYC
Opa (Version #4)
Bruised
Leftover
Crumbled
Tinted
Wrinkled
Pace set to extra slow
Aging beyond
Fill him with formaldehyde
He lost his tongue,
He lost his mind.
He lost his heart,
He lost his wife.
Your Quaker Oats
Your bayonet
Your bushy eyebrows
Your lost causes
Burnt
Shot
Witnessed
Tailored
Flaking
Beats set ten more
Falling to the street
Find him one borough north
He lost his son,
He lost his remote.
He lost his time,
He lost himself.
Your giving grace
Your slicing of challah bread
Your sketching of corners
Your newborn smile
Not yet dead
Rolled over
Pissed on
Amnesia
Loved
Time standing still
Tick Tock
When will you join her?
He lost his hope,
He lost his mother.
He lost his dignity,
He lost his life.
Your thumb twiddling
Your eggs of February
Your constant prayer
Your daily humor
Almost gone,
Just not yet –
You are my Opa
I feel like we’ve just met.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.11.07.23:36:40@296NYC
Forever (First Version)
With her digging tools she lifted out my heart
On the table she placed it still beating
It was time for me to go, it was time to depart
Now I leave my loved one with a greeting
Know that I have loved you so wholly
I have reached deep within, my severed lines now dead
Even as I now sink in the swallowing dirt slowly
My love for you has never been shed
As my vitality clock ends and tells the tale
Death will never take my love for you
My body lays so empty and frail
Let it be heard, my love for you is true
Tediously I dissolve and oblivion welcomes me
“I love you forever” is my last plea
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.10.04.11:21:23@205Hudson
Without Warning
Exquisite and intricate,
like an angel she fell from the sky;
She encompassed me with her loyal affection until I die.
Divine and graceful,
like Venus wading inward from the sea;
She swallowed my heart entirely.
Seductive and brilliant,
like a Siren with admirable intention;
She lured me deep into the flames of an untimely passion.
Inspiring and philanthropic,
like an exemplar to the entire people;
She guided me with warmth and a gospel.
Falling into place,
unexpectedly before my eyes of blue;
She smiled with whispers of her virtue.
Beauty surrounding me,
a Goddess like you I never witnessed;
From this day forth, I am your artist.
So, I surrender to you,
and without warning,
I have fallen in love,
in love with you.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.09.26.01:49:51@296NYC
Spoken Silence
May my open door accept death;
May my welcoming arms embrace you.
Come inside
From the cold wet snow.
Let me greet you
Where the staff of the rich bound the poor
When floods meet the sanctuaries of the divine.
May my soul not escape the serpent of death;
May my feet be always planted on soil of the mother.
Take everything
From the dignity of myself, the bloody boar.
Let me taste your decrepit sickle
Stretch the carefully honed blade
Across thy impeccable neck.
May you sharpen your hunt;
May you disengage the roots of my teeth.
Disembowel me
Carve loose the very insides which define me.
Let me be drained by your fury
Sever off thy tasting instrument
Fill my open passages with leeches.
May you lead the wrath upon me;
May you abduct my spirit forever.
Prevail life
Seize my wisdom.
Let me decompose to pure cypher
Lay in thy body excrements
Smolder in the acids of my entity.
May I become dead without one last cry.
May I profess the love I have lost,
For I am to die.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.09.04.03:46:07@296NYC
Sunday (Version #2)
I woke up Saturday morning.
And the Sunday Early Morning shows were on the
Television.
And it was Sunday and not Saturday.
Saturday was gone, and Saturday became Sunday.
I did not understand.
Had I slept through Saturday?
Had Saturday just disappeared?
Had I confused my days,
Confused my calendar?
Today is now Sunday
And Saturday is gone.
Saturday became Sunday
And Sunday I’ve become lost.
I woke up today,
Today was Sunday,
And not the day I thought,
Saturday.
The date was Sunday’s date.
The correct date of the month.
But what happened to Saturday?
Did we just skip it?
Am I in an alternative universe?
Where did it go?
Where did Saturday go?
Just last night it was Friday evening.
I woke up this morning.
I knew it was Saturday.
But I discovered,
That Saturday was Sunday.
And Saturday was gone.
Because today is Sunday.
And Sunday is now.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.08.28.12:12:46@296NYC
Going Down
It is where I would like to be most.
Right between your legs,
You are my leopard; you are my host.
Let me gaze upon your passage way.
Right between your legs,
Welcome to the kingdom of foreplay.
Our tryst has just begun,
Right between your legs,
It’s where I nuzzle upon your sacred garden.
As I taste your inner beauty.
Right between your legs,
Inside I explore deeply.
Tonight, my tongue is a serpent.
Right between your legs,
My touch upon your lips will be potent.
With my tongue I orchestrate a symphony.
Right between your legs,
I first start out so very gently.
Then with a strong powerful thrust.
Right between your legs,
I taste, I must.
I will lick voraciously forever.
Right between your legs,
I’ll move in even closer.
You are my Aphrodite in essence.
Right between your legs,
I swallow your innocence.
Summer moon in the mist.
Right between your legs,
Gyrating in and out, just kissed.
Humming birds have nothing on me.
Right between your legs,
My speed is fiery.
I gather your moist lips with my tongue.
Right between your legs,
Your orgasmic chorus has been sung.
The clock strikes midnight.
Right between your legs,
A torrid affair we unite.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.07.29.03:33:19@296NYC
Boys Are Toys
Boys are toys,
And toys are boys.
The boy is a toy
And the toy is a boy.
Toy the boy
And be the boy.
Boy the toy
And buy the boy.
Toy to buy
And be the boy.
Toys are Boys
And Boys have toes.
Toy with the Boy,
And buy the toy.
Become the boy
And toy with the boy.
Boy Toys
And toy boy.
Boy my Toy
And Toy my Boy.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.07.27.01:57:23@296NYC