The Violent Heart
Oasis
Stranded
Loneliness
Out of control
Chaotic spin
Fall to the ground
Can’t get back up on your feet
Drowned in constant sorrow
Letting the quicksand swallow you alive
No pat on the back
Or job well done
No congratulatory exclamation
Or greeting card mailed
Another life wasted
With roads ahead
Forks not decided
With open ports
And sails down
Defeated
Exiting the room
Like a ghost through the door
© 2015 David Greg Harth
15.12.01.13:38:48@200VeseyNYC
Vanishing Point
At my grandfather’s burial
His coffin was draped with the American flag
And two military officers played taps
It was a brutally frigid day
The coldness made my bones rattle
Made my spine take a back seat
I remember reading the eulogy
And crying
He’s vanished now
Even before he got to meet you
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.16.14:21:00@130BklynNYC
Vibration
She’s pointing downward south
I salivate excess in my mouth
I follow her lead, I follow her voice
My reasoning is certain, not a choice
Drifting towards me, she surrounds me with her scent
From faraway hemisphere, I begin my descent
In good hope she captivates my entity whole
It was my heart she quietly stole
Ground below me shook and shattered
On this earth nothing but true love mattered
Seas parted and waves crashed
From ocean’s divide, beginnings splashed
So, it was said, so it was done
The new journey has begun
Jumping across the world’s largest pond
Two hearts so close, magnets fear our bond
I come from a far, she is so very near
They lined up for hours to witness this very premiere
I’ll row us to shore, with enchantment in tow
Midnight moon will shed its nightly glow
Wind delivers a knock at your door
A curious cure is here and so much more
Thunder rumbles in contemplation
Next stop is divine station
Storybook tale will be distinguished
Our fire will never be extinguished
Your beauty deafens my existence
Our connection is of utmost consistence
Battle of dreams and realism discovered
Imagination proven; those sheets uncovered
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.16.10:40:07@130BklynNYC
Virgin Eyes
China Seas
Autumn Leaves
Parachute trooper down on his knees
My heart he will fully seize
Secrecy is among intruder’s invasion
Welded hands together on sunset’s occasion
Madame of no persuasion
Her thighs have a telling abrasion
Blind man sees a reflection
Blooms in the ninth direction
My love is an infection
Last year’s rear inspection
Gotham bells ring
Choir of four sing
Black dove breaks a wing
Elephant imported from Beijing
Dedicated fidelity to you
Nerves of long pig are blue
The twisted tongue is true
I’m son of Sioux
Honesty ripped
History buried in the crypt
Life’s unwritten script
Canvas now stripped
Mediterranean’s East
Six year’s feast
Analyzed by master of the priest
Love will always be released
Unlock the purpose, open the door
From somnolence I lived once more
Vehement man of war
Hear me now, hear me roar!
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.12.05.15:19:01@599BwayNYC
Vaginatarian
Everyone knows it
They know the facts
I can’t hide the truth
I’m a Vaginatarian.
It’s an ongoing problem I have.
Like a drug, it’s my fix.
I need it more and more.
I need it now and need it later.
Because I’m a Vaginatarian.
This disease will never be cured.
It’s not a preference, but a must
- a reality.
Like blood in my veins
And oxygen in my lungs.
I need that vagina so much
Because I’m a Vaginatarian.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.03.13.12:03:09@205HudsonNYC
Vomit (Version #2)
I was riding along
On the downtown number 6 train
Riding along
On the subway
From uptown to downtown
When all of a sudden
A woman
Vomited on the subway floor
People scattered
Away from their seated positions
And left the area
As if it were a crime scene
Or toxic waste dump
The people left the woman
Left the situation
The people escaped the human catastrophe
They left the subway car
To seek refuge on the platform or next car
They left the woman
To her own
I could not understand this
I could not contemplate
Where is the humanity?
I got up
Walked over to the woman
Clearly in discomfort
Distress
Embarrassment
Illness
I walked up to her
Handed her some napkins
Asked her if she was okay
Asked her if she needed help
Asked her if she needed anything
She took my napkins
And thanked me for the care
I do not understand human beings
Why run when someone is in that situation instead of help?
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.20.24:57:35@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
Valentine’s Day Purchase
This Valentine’s Day
I did not have to purchase
Flowers or Chocolates
Diamonds or Lingerie
400 Thread Count Sheets
Or A Fancy New York Dinner
All I had to purchase,
Like every Valentine’s Day,
Every year,
Is a new heart,
To replace my constant broken heart
To replace my heart that aches
every day to be in love.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.02.14.10:15:15@205HudsonNYC
Visiting Death
I picked up a hitch hiker
on route 303
passing the cement factory
and quarry
and all the huge dumping vehicles
I picked him up
took him where he was going
only to discover
after the rain showed itself
that I’m in the trunk of my own car
wrapped in a black plastic bag
dead
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.03.18.24:11:59@296NYC
Visitor
She’s just a visitor
visiting my life
just for a moment
She’s just a visitor
visiting from over seas
out of town for today
She’s just passing through
passing on by
a passenger waving
She’s just passing through
traveling in distance
being parted by envelopes
She’s just an executor
beating the shield and drum
while carrying the cotton flag
She’s just an executor
with a job left undone
leaving behind a swallowed carcass
She’s just a discarder
not aligning mirrored reflections
or portraying evil sunsets
She’s just a discarder
from 80’s descent
with Grandma’s eyes
She’s just a visitor
with intentions unjust
and phallic fruit
She’s just a visitor
of the inevitable kind
attached to the transistor
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.02.08.03:24:33@296NYC
VDZER0THREE
You asked me to leave it alone
To let it be
Just let it go
I did
And now we are both left with nothing
No answers
No hopes
No questions
Nothing
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.14.16:23:00@296NYC
Velvet Fingers
I part your wet lips with my fingers
Enter your moist mouth
Inserting my fingers
Playing with your tongue
Around and around
Different patterns
Different strokes
My strong fingers
Teasing and pulling at your tongue
The inner walls of your mouth
Feel like velvet to my fingers
You swirl your tongue around them
And your body tenses
I can feel the heat emanate from your mouth
Wetness surrounding
Your muscles grabbing onto my fingers
Pulling me inwards
With every stroke
I make you quiver
And your tongue stands erect
Against my index finger
Stroking the 1 O’clock position of your tongue
Flicking it
Over and over
I see your eyes fade back
They shutter and you begin to smile
Your ankles tense
Your nipples perk
As you know I near with my mouth
To your lips
My devilish tongue
About to take the place of my fingers
On your lips
And the insides of your mouth...
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.06.03:09:58@296NYC
Valentine’s Day
Didn’t pull the trigger
Because I know you are breathing
Just around the corner
Just not in my bed, under these cold warm sheets....
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.14.12:15:55 @ 296NYC
Valentine’s Day
Vagina Spy
I am the Vagina Spy
Let me come and spy on you
Let me come and spy on your vagina
Don’t like the word vagina?
Too bad, I’m the Vagina Spy!
And I’ve come here to spy on your vagina!
I am the Vagina Spy
Let me come inside
Let me open up and see
I’ve come to spy on you
Because I am the Vagina Spy
I am the Vagina Spy
Let me whisper secrets to you
Let me do a code red
I’m going to spy on you
With my magnify glass
With my props and tools
I am the Vagina Spy
I’m ready to spy on you
Open your lips and let me see
I see you under those sheets
I see your vagina
Because I am the Vagina Spy
I am the Vagina Spy
Let me introduce myself
I’ll spy on your vagina
Up and down
Around and round
Because I am the Vagina Spy
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.02.03:08:48 @ 296 New York City
Vomit
I vomit during the day
I vomit during the night
I vomit in my dreams
I vomit on the land
We rolled around
In that orange and green
In that yellow and brown
In that neon blue
We rolled around
Horsed around
Fooled around
I punctured her skin
With my stick
We had a fuck
In that vomit
Vomit all around
Puke on myself
She puked on me
And then I on her
I vomit during the day
I vomit during the night
I vomit on her hands
I vomit on her payment
We paid each other
Went our ways
I never saw her again
But I have a trail of vomit
Leading down to my cock
And now I’m going
And I’ll puke some more
Vomit some more
And smell the stench
In my dreams
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.20.10:38:46 @ In my dreams PMSMCA
A Virgin
Oh my god, I did not tell you what happened with that cab driver I
went with last night. I thought I was going to be possibly kidnapped,
DEFINITELY raped and possibly killed. He was just basically telling
me how he and his fiancé never had sex and that he is worried about
the first time. It was an arranged proposal by his mother and he has
yet to see the fiancé. From this he is asking me about his first
experience to come such as if she is going to bleed a lot or a little and
should he continue or stop and if he does not stick it in the whole
way is it considered sex still and if I had a boyfriend and how my
first time was so I told him that you were my boyfriend and that we
never had sex. I told him I was still a virgin and he was SO happy.
I was hoping telling him I was a virgin would make him more
compassionate about raping me if that was his intentions. I figured
that would make him wait to take a slut instead or at least someone
“experienced”. Anyway..his cell phone rang and I sat in silence for
the remainder of the way.
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.07.09.03:26:09 @ 296
New York City
The Victim
who’s the victim?
I am.
You are.
The lion is.
The bastard is.
The love couch is.
The battered wife.
The fat kid.
I am.
You are.
The president is.
The tree is.
The ground is.
The food is.
Last night was.
She is.
My mother is.
My sister was.
Your lover will be.
I am.
You are.
Today will be.
The operator.
The listener.
The controller.
I am.
You are.
She is.
He is.
The inventor.
The consumer.
The watcher.
The walker.
Saturday & Sunday.
The midnight blues
The screen above
The ocean below
The thunder distance
The headlight under
The round corner
The leap
The current; electrified
The peg
The bird
I am.
You are.
The candle burning
The paper wasting
The weight holding
The tight rope
I am; you are... always.
I am.
One of them.
Always.
With or...
It’s time to go,
I have realized it
That I am a victim
Of abuse and loneliness
Of selfishness and pain
Of murder and draught
Of politics and art
Of love and hatred
Of rape and death
Of slavery and racism
Of sexism and complications
Of numbers
and letters
Of signs
and signatures
Of meadows
and pastures
Of priests
and food poisoning.
I am the victim.
I always was, always will be.
I am the one,
the one that “they”
are looking for.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.18.01:00:00@Earth
Versions
Well, there is
This one
And that one
But the one I love most
Is always the one I’m in
That version is the best
It feels good, looks good, is good
That version is the best
Well, some are odd
Some are evil
And some do not work
But the one I love most
Is always the one I’m in
That version is the best
It is like a glorious sunset
Or two love birds chirping
Or a butterfly’s pattern
That version is the best
Some of them break me
Some of them make me weak
Or can even kill me
But the one I love most
Is always the one I’m in
It is like fire
Wind and water
A tornado of lust
A hurricane that sweeps you away
Off your feet, to new heavens
And new worlds
That version is the best
The one I’m in
The one I live for
The one I lay beside
Run to and find
The one I cherish and hold
That version is the best
Like a candle
Erect in position
Sturdy of nature
Blessing at whole
That version is the best
And that is the one I love most
The one I’m in
Always
Through jokes and laughs
Tears and pain
Through heights and lows
Mirrors and horrors
Through tunnels and valleys
Mountains and clouds
Through deserts and oceans
Jungles and plains
That version is the best
The version that is best
That is the one I love
The version I’m in
Is the one I love
That version
Is always the best for me
Because I am in it
And they are not
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.01.19.10:30:00@31USQWNYC