S, 2001 - 05 David Harth S, 2001 - 05 David Harth

Saturday

On Saturday you yelled in my ear

A screaming screech

Itchy in the throat

Chalk board scratches

That haunting sound

Wish it was Monday ....

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.04.17.17:15:17@1515NYC

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Love (Version #12)

I’ve never seen it

I’ve never known it

But I know you are in it

And I know you believe in it

So,

You and yours,

Give me hope

That one day,

Perhaps I’ll be in Love

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.04.17.17:12:59@1515NewYorkCity

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Don’t Wait Up For Me

How long has it been?

 

Operator, please put the phone call through

Haven’t heard your beautiful voice in days

 

Wish I could be with you for eternity

Your positives and negatives

 

I just won’t get over it

I just won’t get into the swing with you

 

 

How long has it been?

 

I’ll send you an SOS signal and see if you receive it

Follow me and not get wed or committed

 

Wish I could share unique languages with you

That can only be understood between you and I

 

Stay up late with me and ignore me when I’m not me

Wake up early with me for flights to foreign escapes

 

 

It’s been forever

Our lines are dead; they never were.

I think of you night and day.

Time is passing.

 

 

How long has it been?

 

Briefly we spoke together at the open table

Discovered hidden truth

 

Wish I could be among your spot of blue and loneliness

Above ground and below the earth’s lie

 

Kiss your cheek under the setting sun

And laugh with intelligent curves

 

 

How long has it been?

 

I saw your warm body everyday among my cold sheets

Even met those you care for

 

Wish you could be my lover’s tongue

That slips in and out of my conscious memory

 

Run with me to conquer this fairy-tale

Let’s whisper secrets of passion

 

 

 

 

It’s been forever

I’m closing the door.

Going for a lengthy walk to the end.

There is nothing around but the left over scent of your sexuality.

 

 

How long has it been?

 

Moments could have lasted if we didn’t read ourselves incorrectly

Seen the importance of one another

 

Wish I could have that rough sensual fornication we share

On those lost rainy nights

 

Gone blooming like a flower today

Became a perceptual subliminal person today

 

 

 

Don’t wait up long for me,

I’m not coming home tonight.

 

 

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.04.15.16:58:21@1515NYC

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Can’t Wait

I can’t wait to take you to the park to play catch.

I can’t wait to take you to the circus.

I can’t wait to take you on the Circle Line boat around Manhattan.

I can’t wait to take you to the Museum of Natural History.

I can’t wait to take you to see the Egyptian art.

I can’t wait to take you to the top of the Empire State Building.

I can’t wait to just be with you on a sunny spring day.

I can’t wait to build a snow man with you and have hot chocolate.

I can’t wait to startup your Matchbox Car collection.

I can’t wait to color outside the lines with you.

I can’t wait for all these wonderful things

All these wonderful times

You and I will have together

Because you are my nephew

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.04.08.23:50:46 @ 296 NYC

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You’re old trash now.

You’re trash.

You’re junk.

You’re trash of the sea.

You’re an animal carcass.

You’re a car crash.

You’re space spunk.

You’re shaven facial hair.

You’re a cracked mirror.

You’re zero in a bag.

You’re disposed of.

You’re leftover goods.

You’re last night’s one night stand.

You’re a lie.

You’re rusty nails on a children’s swing set.

You’re not defined.

You’re an expired carton of milk.

You’re dead beat.

You’re boiled water.

You’re unsexual.

You’re not really here.

You’re spit from a retired judge.

You’re junky.

You’re used bacteria.

You’re a monkey.

You’re crumbly eyeballs.

You’re shit blood.

You’re stinky girl’s panties.

You’re a dog’s wet balls.

You’re sweat between toes.

You’re nothing I ever wanted to know.

You’re garbage in the backyard.

You’re old trash now.

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.03.28.02:56:26 @ 296 NYC

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Dreamers

Dreamers in the morning

Dreamers in the evening

Dreamers dreaming

That I’m gone

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.03.03.04:00:00 @ 296NYC

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Gone

You’re gone forever

I’ve had the moments of my life with you

But the greatest one

Was when I saw you lowered to your grave

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.03.01.21:10:00 @ 296NYC

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defeat

I’m defeated.

I’ve got nothing left.

Zero.

 

I’m hung over.

On that bridge.

About to jump.

Who’s going to catch me?

I don’t need you to respond.

I need you to know, which bridge will I choose?

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.02.18.22:36:00 @ 296 NYC

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Tenth Of May

On the Tenth Of May

My proceedings will come to a halt

I’ll be coming out

And magnifying my electricity I share with you all

I’ll take a bow and finish my acting

Be aware

On the Tenth Of May

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.02.17.16:59:47@1515NYC

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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

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Hijacked Love

She stole my love away

She hijacked it from my heart

 

She cried when I cried

She laughed when I laughed

 

Her body quivered when I made love to her

Her lips softened when I kissed her

 

She promised me something divine

She promised me something real

 

Her eyes spoke to me as I gazed

Her ears listened as I whispered

 

She dreamed when I was alive in her arms

She breathed deeply when I hugged

 

 

 

She stole my love away

She hijacked it from my heart

 

She embraced me in the evening

She woke up next to me in the morning light

 

Her soft skin was always next to mine

Her curves surrounding my innocence

 

She was music to my heart

She was everything peaceful

 

Her thoughts were shared with mine

Her energy flowed through me

 

She was only a memory

She was only a short fantasy

 

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

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Closed (Version #2)

It’s closed

It’s shut

It’s no longer open

It’s no longer wide

It’s closed down

Retired

Put on the shelf

Nothing left

Zero

Nothing here

Gone

Closed

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.02.09.12:57:34 @ 296 NYC

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Embrace

I would have the bathtub ready for you

Just after you arrive home from work

Filled with hot soothing water

The surface draped in beautiful flower petals

Light from candles warm up the room to a golden hue

 

My smile can conquer any of the day’s sadness

With my hands I guide you to the scent of blossoms

Slowly I disrobe you and caress your soft ivory skin

Gently you submerge deeply into the hot bath

Mystical music is playing in the surroundings

 

We talk and laugh and smile

Exchange the warmness that surpasses the heat of the flames

I rub your wet back with my strong hands

Run my fingers through your silky hair and wash the beauty clean

Give you a delicate kiss on your sweet lips

 

I depart the bathroom for you to relax

As I prepare dinner for two

With the freshest of ingredients

Cooked to the perfection of your taste

Glasses of wine now await your re-entry

 

We have a lovely meal and a treat for dessert

Share stories of the past and dreams of the future

Have stimulating and inspirational conversation

Feeling connected during this moment caught in time

I lead you to the bedroom to have our own symphony

 

...

 

After the hours of love-making

The kisses to your lips

The traces of my tongue around your ear

The kisses to your inner thigh

The traces of my finger around the contour of your body

The kisses to your nipples

The traces of my scents intertwining with yours

The kisses to your back

The traces of my finger upon your navel

After all the kissing and tracing and love-making

We sleep together, in an embrace.

 

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.02.02.02:02:02 @ 296 New York City

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