David Harth 1998-07-16 David Harth 1998-07-16

Moonlight Temptation

I would watch the moonlight

Reflect on your face

As you ease your shadows

Upon my chest

My temptation to go inside

Wrap around you with hugging arms

Kills me every day

Eats me up inside

I would kiss you

Under summer skies

The blue midnight that melts

In the beauty of your hands

I miss your soul

That I never had

Show me heaven

I’ll show you another universe

Capture colors with me

And I’ll enter your brown eyes

I’ll come out from beneath

And share my thoughts

I’ll kiss your tears

Of sadness and joy every day

My honor will disappear

As I kneel for sculpted bronze

I whisper sweetness

Into your ear

As my fingertips let you escape

From the ordinary day

I will howl at many moons

To divide the winds and seas

For your insight to absorb

And breath to take in

Speak to the ocean and land with me

Let me cradle you in my arms

As we grasp the sensation

And conquer our feelings

Cuddle outside with me

And see the sunset

And watch a new dawn rise

While intertwining with each other

I’ll let you inside

Discover the changes among

Curves, eyes, touch, and desire

My heart is forever enslaved

But when set free

The glow you will see

Ignited by your moonlight

By your smile

By your mind

By your vibration

I will live

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David Harth 1998-07-16 David Harth 1998-07-16

Untitled (Available For Love)

I give up my world for you

For your touch

For the smoothness of your skin

For the revolution around your soul

I give up my world for you

To have the sensation

To kiss your cheeks

And hold you forever

I’ll show the world who I am

Come out of my hiding

Show no secrets

And answer all questions

I’ll stop my art

I’ll become a shadow

To save you from agony

To save you from hope

Notice me

The person inside

The man

The passion

The sweetness

The kindness

The lover

The artist

Don’t talk to me

Just show me the way

Put your words aside

Show me your emotions

Let me see your insides

Your heart

Your beating

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David Harth 1998-07-15 David Harth 1998-07-15

Waiting

I’m waiting for the sun to burst

I’m waiting for the line to end

I’m waiting for the train

I’m waiting for her

For love

For she

I’m waiting for togetherness

Peace & Beauty

I’m waiting for the song to end

For my pain to halt

I’m waiting for art to show

On gallery walls

I’m waiting for the hunted

I’m waiting for my prey

I’m waiting for the food to cook

I’m waiting to bury my father with a puzzle

I’m waiting to kneel down in front

Holding hands

I’m waiting to caress her skin

To hold her hand

And lay upon her chest

I’m waiting for the sign

To Walk or Don’t Walk

I’m waiting for the rain

To pour and wash my tears away

I’m waiting to help the helpless

The sick, the dying, the dead

I’m waiting for the year

I’m waiting very long

I’m waiting for the optimization

I’m waiting for the tour

I’m waiting for the day

And for the tap

I’m waiting for the dream

And the memory

The shared time

And the first dinner

I’m waiting for the night

And the scent

I’m waiting for the sight

And the touch

I’m waiting forever

Until realism is defined

Until moments are defined

Until I am pinned

Into my corner of make-believe

And truth.

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David Harth 1998-07-10 David Harth 1998-07-10

My Crucifixion

For you

My tears are drops of rain

My affection is a wounded heart

Your beauty is a cobra’s venom

Poisoning my body to unearthly heaven

Making me spin out of control

In a tornado of optional corrupted hard thickness

Deep down inside

In the bush

Between the gods, the land, and the sky

I hide

I wait for people like you

To gather around my waist

And hold me tight

Like the grip of last night’s wind

For you

I slice at my skin and save your sins

I collect seeds to plant

To water and nurse

The growth of us

Seeing your smile

Hearing your laugh

I have to make noise

Yell and scream

Show my orgasm

As your beauty shades my existence

Again Again

I make myself known

To you and the world

I give up everything

For you

I crucify myself

To be with you

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David Harth 1998-07-10 David Harth 1998-07-10

458 (Found Poem)

blue eyes from the west

meet blue eyes from the east

she: olive skin

he: ghost from beneath

a thank you

a penetration

a no “please” on the ra-dio

smooth reaches

navel galore

experience truth, “A”

let the artist inside

and he may never come out

let the artist inside

and one day, I will dive

you reached an ocean

i took the lead

you felt the motion

I conquered the colors

crystal blue

round and yours

the touch, the feel, holy inside

the secrets, the fantasies

a division of society

sheets make a boundary

a simple hello

an intense hug

beauty surrounds

that glow within

from far they come

and to be with them

a wish from below

and above

a journey of no other

a complex wonder

desire

the sensual

the enriched

the lasting

from day to day

a thought behind

baby eyes

eyebrows to die for

every curve

every inch

heat sensitive

and a cool breeze

superior

exterior

no justification

just an imagination

outside or

inside

over and out

i am about

feel the time

hold it

grasp it

capture it

then and only then

ask yourself

deep down inside

why?

or why not?

wise, very wise

talk

and today

see a new red shape

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David Harth 1998-07-09 David Harth 1998-07-09

021-1670/18.99

1410

Kissing at 4th

Candy given

Chocolate given

0018

Served me

But did not wait for me

1219

Baked

Cooked

Wed

In the heart

Forgotten

0402

Wanted me

Sliced

1310

I fucked up

At least I thought

And every time I remember

0203

Never will I ever

Chugging along

Making it

Nature

0003

Where

Shove my tongue

Down that throat

0310

Pouring gasoline

Most fun I had

Burned soul

And frightened ass

I tattooed the smoker’s grave!

1118

Knowledge

Figure it

1813

Shave me

For I hardly knew

But I was hard

As I mounted numbers

0301

Fucked thrice

Thrived on my thirst

Bought me

And I gave it

Gone

0910

It’s a game

Desire my lust?

0105

It’s a game

Desire my lust?

1920

All I can do is think

And recall

And the donation of the fucker

1802

Gotta love it

Going down on me

Like a fluttering bee

0320

Wish it was

Next to me

Beside me

Hugging

0010

I don’t know

Hidden behind paint

Get to know anatomy

It’s the future

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David Harth 1998-07-09 David Harth 1998-07-09

Bunny Rabbits Don’t Make Mistakes

I’ve made mistakes

I’ve skipped a few

I hide

A run from it

Instead of facing it

Yes, like you, I run

In different directions

A fear of the help

I ran down tree tunnels

And bunny rabbit trails

I hit holes

And travel in the fog

But the bunny rabbits

They continue to nibble

All in the right places

They never make mistakes

They do everything right

Hop along

Away from me

Towards me at times

Those certain times

But I, I made the mistake

The mistakes

I have forgotten the importance

Of patience among care and feeding

... said the little rabbit

Bunny rabbits never make mistakes

They guard the family’s territory

On the land of Christ

They make sure I burrow

Deep down inside

And pretend to not hear

You quickly pull out

Remember?

As if unnoticed

Not from either direction

In the dark, you are a bunny rabbit

In the daylight, who am I?

Who am I?

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David Harth 1998-07-07 David Harth 1998-07-07

I Need You

I need you more than ever.

I need you like a forest

needs rain

I need you like a tree

need roots

I need you like a serpent

needs a sea

I need you like a great white heron,

needs the sky

I need you like the ocean

needs a current

I need you like a chainsaw

needs electricity

I need you like a wolf

needs meat

I need you like a temple

needs prayers

I need you like a rapist

needs power

I need you like an infant

needs a nipple

I need you like the mountains

need valleys

I need you like a television

needs a viewer

I need you like a fuck

needs love

I need you like a dream

needs sleep

I need you like thunder

needs lightning

I need you like a spider

needs a web

I need you like a soul

needs a body

I need you like a disease

needs a host

I need you like evil

needs good

I need you like a warning

needs a cause

I need you like blood

needs a place

I need you like a thought

needs a spark

I need you like a breeze

needs a direction

I need you like time

needs movement

I need you like an engine

needs fuel

I need you like a person

needs a label

I need you like a candle

needs a flame

I need you like dust

needs a plain

I need you like a river

needs a bend

I need you like a screw

needs a nut

I need you like Columbus

needed a map

I need you like Warhol

needed a gun

I need you like Dorothy

needed a home

I need you like Gilligan

needed a boat

I need you like Santa

needs a sleigh

I need you like the Bee-Gees

needs a mirror-ball

I need you like Vox

needs the media

I need you like one

needs destruction

I need you like a film

needs an audience

I need you like dinner

needs a plate

I need you like boiling water

needs heat

I need you like a logo

needs treatment

I need you like color

needs light

I need you like peace

needs war

I need you like men

needs God

I need you like religion

needs followers

I need you like a fetus

needs a womb

I need you like a bee

needs honey

I need you like a tongue

needs a taste

I need you like a worshipper

needs an imagination

I don’t need you.

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David Harth 1998-06-30 David Harth 1998-06-30

Rugged Sexy Rebel

Shake of a bet

I met you at night

A drag you had

The look you gave me

We stared silently

As others looked on

Connected beneath your skirt

As you painted my portrait

Eyes locking & bending

Till Midnight

You watch me walk off

Mistakenly

My memory recalls

Sexy attitude

I’ll find an artist’s tool

And phone you later

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David Harth 1998-06-30 David Harth 1998-06-30

TC1920V

Your St. Sunshine hair

Your bright blue eyes

Wonders reflecting my own

Absorbing my own

Captivating and swallowing me up

Your peace of mind

And committed heart

To the artists and the young

Ignited by chance

At the heat of November

The rains drowning my sorrow

Thoughts of you - rapidly fly

Your exquisite bi-line

A pleasure call to those who defend

A human touch needed

Heart pounding for your uncommon desire

Quietness and calmness

Innocence revealed through years

Only your beauty is an image

Burned into my mind

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David Harth 1998-06-24 David Harth 1998-06-24

220 sandwet

I was at your doorstep

With a semi-automatic

Ready to kill

Make your teeth bleed

You told me wrong

A lie

And now you must pay

For you have created time

An erotic porn star

In the doorway frame

Standing like an old fashion whore

From out west no where

You always make me weak

But every time I come back to fight

With strength so strong

Of raging black bulls

I’ve been to different countries

And fucked you everywhere

You wait on me and stare at me

You charge me and change me

A glowing business man waits

Your pinks, purples and blues

I think it’s time to change

The rules

I ask to photograph

Your pregnancy

Your fat belly

And large milk nipples

Talking drunk to me

Flirting with your eyes

Exploring art with me

Reading East books

Like a 76 deck

I watch you burn

You crumble and fall

And expect me to pick you up!?

No. Not me.

I’ll leave you for the vultures

For the pretty salt ones at sea

I’ll leave you for the celebrations

And the church worshipping beggars

I was at your doorstep

With a dozen flowers in hand

You slammed the door in my face

And now you ask me

Why I have your lover’s hand?

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David Harth 1998-06-21 David Harth 1998-06-21

Freedom

Heading West

At sixty-five

Seeing the hills roll over

The burning hills on fire

Glowing reds and oranges

With a great wonderful halo

Hearing the tune and hymns

Of rediscovery

And all I can say is

Freedom at Last! Freedom at Last!

Heading West

Realizing there is no more

Had it all

Until the end

Survived much

To continue on

Had a bird

And nut-less board

Missed my cat

His eyes and glare

Decision of mades

And maids dancing with red

Sled riding hills

The West on Fire

Freedom at Last! Freedom at Last!

With thoughts of you,

My friend

You.

Messages of thanks

As re-runs get fatter

Recalling hatred

Over misty mountains

Control is thirst

And I for you.

Freedom at Last!

98.06.21.21:27:42@NJ07430

Father’s Day

David Harth 1998-06-21 David Harth 1998-06-21

Wine

With you

Going down

Caressing your every curve

Bend

Tender

Soft skin

I slide

My soapy hands

Guiding them down

Your slender silky body

I remember your kindness

Your devotion

Your lust you shared

I remember our desire

Your heart

Your eyes

As you stand beside me

In our shower

With hot water dripping down

Our souls exchanging

Our hands rubbing

Feeling

I stand behind you

Grasping your breasts

Your stiff nipples

Kissing the back of your neck

Your warm neck

Sliding my fingers through your hair

Wetness all around

Suds between

I pour

The wine

Red wine down your back

In your hair

Candlelit shown

The wine pours down

Between your ass cheeks

And on my cock

Across your breasts

And down your stomach

In the depths of your cute navel

And further down

Deep inside

Your wet pussy lips

Inside your warmth

The sex we shall have

Water all around

Red wine shared

Passion explored

In our steamy shower

As my cock rubs up against your ass

A tingle between your legs

I kiss you from behind

And give you poetry with my hands

My touch

My thrust

I give

98.06.21.20:41:00@MahwahNJ

David Harth 1998-06-12 David Harth 1998-06-12

Triple X Make-Believe & PDBs For a Day

A man in Omaha found silver

Crazies with methods of money making

Advertising breasts

Popping in and out of lining sidewalks

Women braless bouncing with loose fitting tops

Abortion killers and bus driver low skirters

Scat singers and Pop Culture

Lime green shirts and checkered pants

Fitting fine

Fine man

Elevator lifters

9th avenue buttons

7th

Park nectars

Brown captures

Devil keepers and stocking stuffers

White trash replicas

And grandma’s make-up

Transvestite hookers and game players

Fatality heat and laughing belt stranglers

Television, Radio, Communicating networks at net worth

I got the winning rub-off in my pocket

Grieving make-up old ladies

Parody at your feet

Industries of devil CEOS

Beauty queens along the park

Pretentious riders and fake believers

Gorgeous generations of generosity

People, People, People-

Listen to what they say.

Sadness

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98.06.12.12:24:00@NJ

David Harth 1998-06-10 David Harth 1998-06-10

Tortured Crush

Stab me in the heart

Remind me of a memory

Walk with me to the park

Watch the swans go by

Hold my hand tight

And stare into my blue eyes

I bite my lip and taste my sorrow

Knowing that maybe

You don’t want the lust

I would give up everything

To touch you and feel you

To be drowned in your brown eyes

Falling from heaven into another heaven

Floating skies and flying doves in pairs

Swallowing up inside

See me, the one in front

See who I am

And don’t let me hide

Break the rules

And gather your thoughts

The crush gets deeper

With every move you make

Mysterious walks

And talks

A puncture in the back

I would burn my art

For the kiss at your lips

I would see no one on earth

For the warmth of your heart

I would sacrifice my thoughts daily

For your touch of every day

I would make every wish and dream come true

For the beauty gaze on your brown eyes

I would sacrifice my soul

For the sweetness of your lips

I would bleed forever

For you to survive in happiness

I would taste your tears

With my silent tongue

The crush kills me

It twists me

Like bent molten metal

Turns me upside down

Like Romeo and Juliet

It’s a Tortured Crush

A poisonous desire

I would let you inside

And see myself

My disease of emotions

I’ll be your sister and brother

You stripped me of my innocence

My virginity

And my belief

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David Harth 1998-06-03 David Harth 1998-06-03

I remember

I remember watching the snowfall beneath the street lamp

While I hoped for the death of education at tomorrow’s first sunrise

I remember fucking the cocaine high mother

While her hubby with a stache jerked off while on-looking

I remember burning ants with a magnify glass as a kid

While hearing their pops and smelling their skin toast

I remember my big plastic green army machine gun

While playing army man at war in my treelined backyard

I remember the squirrel that chewed up electric lines

While I brought one as a gift in a bag for a friend

I remember the ones who said no

While I continue to kneel down and ask for forgiveness

I remember recording their conversations

While I masturbated to their smelly dates

I remember playing tic-tacs

While being psychic

I remember seeing the elder guy fuck the bonded one

While I on-looked the fat man’s praise

I remember Valentine’s and open air January

While winter came and gone

I remember pinning moths after the catch

While spreading their powder and glisten across my fingers

I remember watching peace

While nails came out of doors

I remember spray-painting ‘GASM’ on cement

While the stream sparkled and frogs leaped and croaked

I remember my big wheels

While skidding in the gravel dirt at the circle

I remember being pulled over by a trooper

While a semi-automatic was being fired just across my head

I remember writers taking cabs

While others talked dollars around round tables

I remember cows being tipped

While I told stories of lies

I remember my father in a limo

While dark race traveled through words of conduct on Broadway streets

I remember wet dreams in fantasy sheets

While urine tests proved nothing

I remember your face as you read my poetry

While I connected dots to satisfy your wet one

I remember your analyzation of my soul

While I take a bullet between my bitten teeth

I remember the love you have given

While I refused to listen

I remember the god in Florida

While I was a little kid who packaged large ones

I remember stealing plastic whores of fat drunken pigs

While skeptical apples knew of my existence

I remember falling in deep shit

While the shit didn’t even recognize my face

I remember your thoughts and feelings

While I write this damn mother fucker today

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David Harth 1998-05-28 David Harth 1998-05-28

Untitled (Together)

Two together

Feeling the souls

Pouring water

Washing the heat

Twisting the passion

All around

Caressing your lips

Following your silky legs

Up your thighs

Feeling the inside

With my tongue against yours

Two tongues exchanging

Exploring wonders

And the warmness inside

Sweat created

And devoured with thirst

Tracing the curves

Imbedded under water

Nibbling and stroking

From inside and out

Soothing and massaging

Wondering about

Smoothness felt

Fingers between hair

Gentle kisses

And thrusts of desire

Candle light by tub tonight

Hot water to cool

Flowers smelt and cheered

For you

98.05.28.14:59:03@Earth

David Harth 1998-05-25 David Harth 1998-05-25

Waiting For Love

People tell me I shouldn’t look

That I should wait

That love will come to me

Let me tell you -

For I have waited

My patience is a daily vitamin

And a drug I deliver outwards

I wait all day

For the sunshine to set

Because I know the next day

I will wait no longer

I wake up each day

Thinking a lot

It hurts so much

That I handcuff my thoughts

To pully systems of rust and thorns

That I shoot myself daily

With pains of starving children

And abused and tortured

Souls from heaven

I wait

I do not seek

I wait for its arrival

I calmly sit

By lakes and skyscrapers

Upon breezes and fireflies

And upon decks and concourses

I wait.

I wait for a prophet

Or an angel

I wait for a sign

but never look.

All I can do

Is wait.

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98.05.25.00:00:00@NJ07430

David Harth 1998-05-25 David Harth 1998-05-25

Home

Home is where you think

Home is where you choose

Home is where you live

Home is

Over here

And over there

Home is mine

And yours

Home is his, hers, and theirs

Home is below and beyond

Above and inside

Home is music and art

Home is sex and poetry

Home is my lover and my partner

Home is my family and friends

Home is where children are beaten

And kids go home to kill themselves

Home is where wives get beaten and raped

And men get drunk and snort

Home is a junkie’s palace and whore’s nightmare

Home is a July bath and pilgrimage

Home is a safety slut and music concourse

Home is a rotten body in hell

And a governor’s secret

Home is a religious sacrifice

And a family reunion

Home is a place for self-esteem escapees

And starving rabies

Home is America and Antarctica

Home is Singapore and London

Belfast and Chile

Home is butterflies and flowers

Daisies and valleys

Home is tunes and currents

And fellowship wings

Home is brothers and sisters

And kind thoughts progressing

Home is a coffin

And cemetery

Home is a church and temple

A revenge and jungle

Home is my control

And your lost feeling

Home is a devil’s prophet

And a ruler’s gold

Home is a bunker and a blanket

A sailor and a buddy

Home is a doll and car truck

A river of scum

Flowing down earthling drains

Home is a toilet

Constantly being flushed

Home is the de-fucked earth

Swallowed up in corporate problems

Spilled oil

And burnt forests

Hard-to-breathe air folk

And jet engine silence

Home is Nuclear war

And racist handshakes

Home is color bled dyes

And revolution wars

Home is sweet

And to be shared

Home is ours

And will forever be there

98.05.25.00:00:00@NYC

David Harth 1998-05-25 David Harth 1998-05-25

Looking For Love

I’m looking for love

In all the wrong places

I look under rocks

And between sheets

I look far beyond states

And travel to different cities

I look in the papers and magazines

I look on the television and

Pay attention to the ra-dio

I look at the park

And in elevators

I look below me and in front

I look on the street

And in taxi cabs too

I look on airplanes, trains, and buses

I look with fever

Hands held out

I look with money pocketed

And lust trapped in heart

I look with eyes

Never set upon

And look with a tongue

That never tasted love

I’m looking for love

In all the wrong places

Or maybe I’m just in the wrong place

Looking for Love

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