Rain
it’s like that angel
one of heavenly desire
wet
dripping
it comes from above
and with all its honor and courage
it carries us inside
into the warmth
under the wings
we are guided
the rain pours
mixing the streams with rivers
rivers with oceans
a dance of water
a splash of wonder
he wonders
she sees a reflection
in the distance the sun
a rainbow color
together a one
the rain above
the water flows
cold and down
but the touch
the feel
that soothing rain
let it pour
let it come one
let it be
let it rain
rain
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.08.20.16:36:00@505Mahwah
Untitled (Love)
it holds you tight
holds you in
showers you with guilt
all about
it grasps you
the more you go
the deeper you are in
the more time
the greater the grip
it encompasses you
engulfs you
swallows you up
doesn’t let you breathe
it makes you think
makes you weak
takes your time
and makes great taste
it’s over there and over here
it’s all around
but never right here
but when inside
deep inside
it holds you
doesn’t allow you to leave
until you go
and wave goodbye
and then
a new one comes along
but, how long?
has it been?
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.07.21.02:06:00@NYC
Untitled (Comments On Love)
The measurements exceed
The unpredictable is only around the corner
The levels are complex
The confusion lies within
The alterations are not made
The voices are never heard
The thoughts race like buffalos
The memories intrude
The fantasies never become real
The dreams are death defying
The love is passionate but not local
The real time has come
The real one is here
Here I am.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.01.12.00:00:00@Earth
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
Untitled (Spare)
Spare it.
Spare the thought
Take the trip
Feel the reason
Don’t question a step
Don’t deny
Take a spin
Spare any lies
Go with the heart
Follow the streets
Follow that star
If the sun comes down
I will be there
If the sun comes down
I would like you to be there
Spare some time for me
I have all the time for you
Feel the sunlight
Feel the warmth I can give
Cradle you in my arms
All night long
An embrace
A beautiful one
A holding one
A real one
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.14.01:00:00@31USQWNYC
And Then The Rain Came
The sun came up
The trees made shadows
The pavement, dark, cool
The sun made patterns
Between the leaves
It fell,
To the ground
The sun came up
Over the hill,
Beyond the lake
The sun came up,
A beauty laid
She laid there,
On the blanket
Peacefully
She laid there,
Her hair glistened in the sun
Her eyes sparkled in the sun
She laid there,
Motionless,
But not emotionless,
she laid there; still
Beauty
Fine
A woman; like a statute
One to admire, one to respect, one to honor
Beauty,
Where the heart is and the sunshine flows
Where the sense is
Where the fountain of holding is
She is there, on that blanket
She is there, dressed in white
She is there, calm, and quite
She is there, wanting a hug
I took a walk one day
I saw that beauty
On that blanket
On that great grassy green field
Infront of the hills, below the sunshine
I took a walk one day
I saw her
That beauty
But where is she?
I cannot see her.
And then the rain came.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.12.17:26:19@NYC
Darkness
Approach the darkness
encompass it
hold it
let your dreams dive into it
share the memories
don’t be afraid
the love will last
and pull you through
the darkness
it makes us scared
and some strong
to me, though,
darkness is good,...
because you don’t know who kisses you.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.12.16:19:33@NYC
Tell
The rivers of red, they flow down virgin thighs
The pulling of sheets, the clench of a fist
The tears run down, the beauty cheeks
The yells unheard, from deep inside the heart
The power struggle, sounds are muffled
The reality of him, he over she
It may be a response, but a force will blow
It may be a fight, but the winner will not pull
Scratch his back, nice and calmly
Scratch his back, dig deep inside
Scratch his eyes, pull his hair
No bitch- lets pull yours
Pull down those borders
Pull down those barriers
Intrude, not to produce
Intrude, not to love
Intrude.
Spread open
Wide open
Don’t be alarmed
You will not be harmed
Don’t be fake
You aren’t going to wake
Kneel down
Kiss it baby
The river flows
That virgin river
The pool; in red
The pool; in horror
It’s not going to hurt
It’s not going to be an answer
Don’t tell
I’m only mama’s boy
Don’t tell
I’m your friend
Don’t tell
I’m your lover
Don’t tell
Tell
For we have to stop that virgin river.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.05.13:39:00@31USQWNYC
Yellow & Red
An angular turn toward the sky,
A screeching yell
He opens wide,
Yells to the heavens...
Maybe asking, a Why?
He turns, twists,
As the thunder holds him,
Tightly grasps him, squeezes,
He yells, screeches,
His pain, in red and yellow,
furious anger,
it rages above the land,
above the white cotton fields,
above the singular eggs,
above the smell of death,
His pain, he yells,
Maybe asking, a Why?
The reds, oranges, and yellows,
The anger, the pain,
Always alone, never lonely.
His teeth, sharp
His tongue, drips of blood,
bitten too hard,
after a midnight puncture
A morning call
A nighttime fall
After hours,
No more
Liquid down, time to feed,
the wind breaks the silence
the passengers cross the river
the obesity, the unshaven, that voice above,
and maybe later,
A higher one.
His pain, he yells,
In yellow and red,
for no love can rescue
for no love can predict
He thinks they are fake, they are real
He notices one by one,
and takes a poll
He comes down
for a while
Watches the shadow
from a 12th floor window
Watches the rain,
the beasts,
the rich men too.
The arrested man,
convicted from his mother,
from gold to poor,
from a voice of no more.
His pain reaches out,
for a higher reason,
a wonderful dream,
no.
not this time.
Yellow and red, slash them tonight.
Yellow and red, may I be yours tonight?
Yellow and red, he fuck her, she fuck him.
Yellow and red, my father
Yellow and red, a lover in bed
Yellow and red, he wants suicide
Yellow and red, one is good
Yellow and red, anger is food
His pain, it comes deep within
But surely you know,
It isn’t a jX or a hooker
It isn’t a nX or a chic
It isn’t a gX or a cheese
It isn’t a pig or a fowl
It’s that Yellow and Red.
The blood of anger.
You know what it is
What it is caused by.
Maybe you are part of it.
Maybe you are not.
Yellow and Red.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.05.01:34:00@31USQWNYC
Do you prefer angels or devils?
On sunny days I like angels.
On rainy days I like devils.
On some sunny days I like devils.
On some rainy days I like angels.
On all sunny days I like angels.
On all sunny days I like devils.
On all rainy days I like angels.
On all rainy days I like devils.
Sometimes I am one.
Or the other.
Other times I pretend. Or dress up.
Other times, its someone in the mirror,
or over my shoulder.
Sometimes you are.
I prefer both.
Red or Cold.
Heaven and Hell.
Both, below and above,
from the East they come.
Dig down or rise high.
It’s a position I’m always in.
A debate I continue every day.
Sunny or rainy.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.01.01:33:00@NYCUSA
Las Vegas
City lights
People with delights
My inspiration
An old man’s perspiration
It’s a devil’s book
A ladies look
Nighttime breast
A gambler’s nest
In my memory
With a girl named Sherry
A car cruise
I’m going to lose
It’s a desire
A slut for hire
It’s a die
For the men in tie
Glorious shows
The city flows
Rich & poor
Clothes on the floor
Desert sky
I’m going to fry
Bush for dessert
She’s going to hurt
Glitter, Gold, & the underground gun
Oh My God - What fun!
Rent-A-Car on the strip
The husband going to flip
Pocketbook
The midnight shook
Sunray
Nobody gay
Can you beat the heat?
Make them eat the meat
The virgin flower
The dark prowler
Young girls
Cheap thrills
The money slots
Cheater’s plots
The back table
It’s gonna be a fable
Your problem, a lust
As I go, a must
Here the sounds
There won’t be any frowns
It’s America’s pearl
Big Mac will hurl
It’s a wanker’s dream
Nobody’s a team
It’s play money
Will you be my honey?
It’s a loser’s luck
Do you wanna fuck?
It’s white man’s riches
Full of bitches
It’s a wife beater
Whose gonna be a cheater?
It’s god’s hand
West of Graceland
The boy’s first
The drunk’s thirst
The women lost
How about a frost?
The women strut
The doors shut
Hairy man
Rack of lamb
Gourmet meal
Dolphin & seal
Hotel tower
Couple in the shower
I’m gonna make dough
I’m not gonna go
We’ll get wed
I’ll get head
She’ll get laid
I’ll get a maid
It’s America’s wonder
Come on under
It’s everyone’s depression
A lasting impression
It’s America cheese
People on their knees
In all its glory
Cheese of fury
It’s Vegas
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.18.16:36:00@505MAHWAHLVinsp
Swimming
I have parked in others spaces. I do it all the time. I love to do it. I pay to do it. They invite me. I have an invitation. I have proof. I have love; a devil’s look. A devil’s gold. I have a number. The first in line. A wonder about tradition. A complexity of design. A summer dream. A wet pillow. It’s a sunrise on the beach. One over the buildings, below the docks. The summer is ending, the life has just begun. See it, the garden? The apple trees? I own them. Come let’s play.... We will do our own surgery. Make a new living. The art of surgery. You love me, don’t you? Come, come to my house. There is a party. A new one for you, and for me. Let go. It’s time to go. Let’s go swimming.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.12.17:05:00@31USQWNYC
Reach Out
reach out
grab it
squeeze it
hold it
reach out
milk it
suck it
firm it
reach out
love it
hate it
lick it
it makes you weak
it makes you love
it makes you hard
reach out
firm
tense
pull
see it
mouth down
tongue out
saliva glands
see it
reach it
touch it
reach out
compare it
draw it
dream it
reach out
underneath
undo
rotate
reach out
reach out
What is it?
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.11.13:09:00@31USQWNYC
Bleed
I am inside
As I tantalize your mind
I enjoy the outsides
I bleed the first time
I love to be loved
He pulls me in
Closer he gets
He gets closer
His full erection
I know I will bleed...
For the first time
I will loose
My flower is his
I want to
He wants to
He becomes hard
Strong in front of me
By breasts against his chest
By ass on the sheets
I know I will bleed the first time
I want to
I am ready
No condom at hand
His erection so strong
So erect and red
I yell
I yell
“NO!”
He forces
He intrudes
Inserts
Feels me
Around
All over
Grabs
Forces
Pulls
Hits
Beats
He rapes me
He fucks me
He makes me bleed
Part of me wanted
But I said “NO!”
And he came inside of me
Unwanted
He raped me
Hard as it was
He fucked me
He made me bleed
I bled
On those sheets I grabbed
On those sheets my ass was on
No condom at hand
Will I have a child?
A child I do not want
A child of blood
A child
That will be raped?
By his father?
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.08.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
I Think I Love You
I think I love you
When I am willing
To penetrate
To end all wars
To meet your parents
To grow up in your arms
To taste your tears
To borrow your past
And bury your relatives
I think I love you
When I am afraid
To become a new born
To tear down your walls inside
To reach out and touch your heart
To climax forever
To enter a new realm
To climb a trail of heavenly love
I think I hate you
Now and forever
I will hate you until
The end of the world
The end of my time
The end of molestation
And Impregnation
The end of revolution
And juxtaposition
The end of my time
As a Necrophiliac
And as a Transsexual
As a Nymphomaniac
And as a Pyromaniac
As a Pathological Liar
And as your God
I am afraid
Of the dark
And your large cock
I am afraid
Of Love
To Love
To be Loved
I think I love you
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.07.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (You & Me)
ah, my dear beloved, worshipper of me, worshipper of death:
I will devour you entirely
I will steal you away in the city of lights
You will perform to me
Upon me
For I am your thundering storm
I am huge
And you shall perform on me
Through the streets filled with names and monopolies
Behind the desk of authority, you will
Get down and kneel
Before me you will perform
A great storm
Breathe this flaming rock
Inside and out
Meet it half way
Then take it all the way
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.06.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
Enter
Capture the moment
A hand held tightly
A fist to clench
The bed sheets at high noon
The petals of rose buds
Circle around your waist
I come in to enter
As you peel back slowly
I come in to enter
As you water the new
I come in to enter
As you stretch for the light
I come in to enter
As you breathe in the warm sex smell
You have all around you
Joyous colors
Of every shade
I come in to enter
As you dim the light
I come in to enter
As you tear down the walls inside
I come in to enter
As you uncover the romantic collection
A captured moment filled with thirst
You see the mirror
I film you without horror
I come to enter you
From above and beyond
I come to enter
Forever and ever
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.05.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (You)
you wild woman,
you make me weak,
above the knees,
below the belt,
you make me weak,
your accent at heart
your tone in voice,
you make me weak,
you break a boundary
you treat a soul,
you make me weak,
you take a chance,
you call the devil,
you learn how to kneel,
you believe in love,
your heart tells you no,
your body tells you other,
you make me weak,
you lose control,
and then I enter,
and over and over,
I fuck you again.
The measurements exceed
The unpredictable is only around the corner
The levels are complex
The confusion lies within
The alterations are not made
The voices are never heard
The thoughts race like buffaloes
The memories intrude
The fantasies never become real
The dreams are death defying
The love is passionate but not local
The real time has come
The real one is here
Here I am.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.04.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
hey what’s up?
the sky
the elevator
the bird
the crane
the building
the cloud
the sign
the erection
the statue
the kite
the balloon
the life
the angel
the melon
the thought
the higher one
the jumper
the plane
the dream
the desire
the picture
the frame
the sun
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.01.01:00:00@31USQWNYC