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Sick

I’m sick

Sick once again

Don’t talk to me, I don’t want to be heard

Don’t look at me, I don’t want to be seen

Wish all you wish

Pray all you want too

I know the light will turn back on

One evening

 

I don’t taste the tastes

Or comprehend the conversations

I don’t understand televisions

Or smell your perfume

I don’t feel the temperature change

Or feel like myself today

 

I’m sick

One more time

Don’t come near me, I’m not me

Don’t write me, I’m not able to read

Can’t draw like me today,

My drawings come from my second brain today

 

It’s not a wet dream today

It’s not happening again to me today

It just happened last night

Three hours, Two Weeks, One Month, Four Months

Been there, done that

 

It’s just about time

It’s going to happen again

Don’t cry for me

Just understand

A coma is just a little break

And I’m about due

To go deep inside

Fall asleep

Wake up in a few years

I’ll be back

Don’t you worry,

I’ll be back

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.09.17.12:44:09@1515NYC

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World

What the hell is going on in this world?

I don’t fuckin know!

Do you fuckin know?

I don’t fuckin know!

 

Why does this happen?

I don’t fuckin know!

Do you fuckin know?

This is fuckin crazy

I’m going back to do some fuckin doing art

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.09.16.22:05:08@296NYC

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September Rain (Version #3)

Wise men told me

Family warned me

Friends ignored me

Lovers scorned me

But on this September day

In the cold wet rain

I’ve learned and witnessed

Something so true

Even for a brief moment in the journey of eternity

That something so powerful

That something so real

Does exist

In this September Rain

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.09.16.17:55:35@1515NYC

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September Rain (Version #2)

Wise men told me

Family warned me

Friends ignored me

Lovers abandoned me

But on this September day

In the cold wet rain

I’ve learned and witnessed

Something so true

Even for a brief moment in the journey of eternity

That something so powerful

That something so real

Does exist

In this September Rain

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.09.16.17:55:35@1515NYC

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September Rain

I didn’t fall asleep until very late

Got up early before sunrise

Didn’t see the light coming in

It was overcast today, cloudy and dark

It’s been raining all day

Listened to the score of the September Rain

Couldn’t believe you remembered my name

Found out your eyes tell stories

And woke up in the fetal position

Nude, outside on the street

Alone, in the cold wet rain.

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.09.16.17:25:25 @ 1515 NYC

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Deeper

Inched in

Penetrated your walls

Your barriers

Your strict bloody cavity

Pushed through the membranes

The vessels that provide

 

Inched in

Had combat with your surroundings

Notified you I was coming in

Entering from atop

Going far inside

Feeling around for your thoughts

 

Inched in

Deeper

and

Deeper

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.09.12.16:07:10 @ 1515 nyc

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Dear Lionel

I couldn’t imagine doing art without you in my life

Now you are gone forever

You never signed, only loved

Thank you for the inspiration

And the Number One

 

Wall drawings were erected

Danced to your wonders

My heart is empty

Continuously

And today, I’m without you

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.09.04.11:17:54@1515NYC

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Hallelujah (Version #2)

My voice can be heard

Today

It is not just another day

 from yesterday

 

Today,

My voice can be heard

In these mountains.

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.09.03.17:05:13@1515NYC

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Rain Fire

Rain Fire

Falling rain

Heaven sent you

I thank the mother

For our land is dry

Fire ruled our land

The evening came and opened up

Swallowed up the land with your rain

 

Rain Fire

Let the hunt begin

Rain Fire

Let the creatures crawl out

 

Rain Fire

The fire is damp

Our great creator has released us

Your burning flesh no longer

Breeze came from mountains between two seas

River flowed beyond the nations

Seeds abandoned

 

Rain Fire

Let the hunt begin

Rain Fire

Let the creatures crawl out

 

Rain Fire

Great white one gone with cat

Silent blackness covered the landscape

Make image in head

Burned flames with words of great eagle feather

Buffalo entering

No more here

 

Rain Fire

Let the hunt begin

Rain Fire

Let the creatures crawl out

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.08.29.12:19:10@1515NYC

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My Name is Jesus

My name is Jesus

and I play the banjo

My name is Jesus

cause I have a wooden stake

You can cook me tender

and make me real fake

 

My name is Jesus

and I play the banjo

I play you over my knee

cause my name is Jesus

and I really gotta pee

 

My name is Jesus

and I play the banjo

My name is Jesus

cause I have a wooden stake

You can cook me tender

and make me real fake

 

My name is Jesus

and I play the banjo

I play you over my knee

cause my name is Jesus

and I really gotta pee

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.08.19.12:24:25@296NYC

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Sister, Sister

Sister, Oh, Sister, Sister.

Won’t you pick up the phone anymore?

I’ve called you over and over again?

Called out your name, I needed you to listen..

You shut me out.

In time of my need.

I’m a crying man and you didn’t listen.

You weren’t there for me.

Oh, Sister, Sister.

 

Singing your gospel

Spreading your love around town.

Oh, Sister, Sister

The storm is over

Pick up the phone,

And call my name at home

Listen to my cries

Feel my pain

I’m out of the ward today

No more green glass buildings for me.

No higher mounted American flags for me.

Oh, Sister, Sister.

 

Let’s gather around the musician at center

Share our love, hold hands, embrace one another with hugs of joy

Let’s sit on this sand and among these peoples

Share our eats and drinks

Oh, Sister, Sister

 

Listen to me

No need to runaway

I’m here for you,

And when you are here for me,

I am eternally grateful

Because

You are my Sister, Sister,

My gospel lover

My chanting lover

My baby’s mother

 

Oh, Sister, Sister

Oh, Sister, Sister

Don’t let me shed those tears

Don’t let me travel to the tropics

Don’t let me become what I have most feared

Oh, Sister, Sister,

Won’t you pick up the phone now?

It’s me ringing on the other end.

Please pick up,

Oh, Sister, Sister.

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.08.15.15:44:26@1515NYC

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Copenhagen

Copenhagen, how I love you

Copenhagen, how I wish to make sweet love to you

Copenhagen, how your skin is so smooth and soft

Copenhagen, how your lips are so perfectly plump and rose

Copenhagen, how your breasts are so full and formed

Copenhagen, how your ass is so tight and round

Copenhagen, how your eyes are so radiating and powerful

Copenhagen, how I love you

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.08.14.13:14:15@1515NYC

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Hungry

Hungry inside

Burns

Burns inside

This vacancy

This void

Empty canister of potions

Fully loaded lotions

Ready to be deployed

One more pull

It might just end

 

I’m hungry

My eyes say it

My lips speak it

I’m hungry for you

I’m on the prowl

You better watch out

I’ll roar in your backyard

I’ll mark my territory with my scent

I’ll growl beneath your bed sheets

 

I’m hungry

Tense in the shoulders

I’m bulging

Packing

Heated

I’m hungry

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.08.13.17:14:14@1515NYC

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Fruit Bugs

I hate you

Fruit Bugs

I didn’t ask to purchase you

For $405.00

I didn’t ask for that

You Fuckin Fruit Bugs

I hate you!

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.08.09.04:00:00@296NYC

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New Orleans, Definitely, On the 15th

Canadian Goose flew down

Great grasping the blanket down

Awesome she went down

 

On the 15th, vivid memories

Temples and Churches

Brought you to the cemetery

 

Visited your next plot

I saw your back door

Pulled out and broke

 

Under the tree

New Orleans Bible

Found you yesterday

 

Five Foot Over

Showing your feet to me

An angel landing

 

I looked up

All I could see

Was you in the sky

 

Definitely

Stay one more night

Catch the early flight

 

On the 15th, I’ll be back

No more time

For the dance and rhyme

 

Dance of the dead

New Orleans Head

Come to me, better off dead.

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.08.08.13:10:40@1515NYC

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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

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Amusement Ride

Is this some kind of fuckin amusement ride?

Are we here for fuckin entertainment?

 

I’ve written about this before,

and I feel like I must write again,

because it bothers me so incredibly much.

 

Why can’t people walk down the down escalator?

Why do they feel compelled to stand still and ride down the down escalator?

Are they really that fuckin lazy?

Do they really have to block me?

I don’t understand.

Before escalators there were stairs, and they had to walk.

Now they are too fuckin lazy to fuckin walk one flight of stairs?

 

It’s not a fuckin theme park!

There are no fuckin tropical birds to look at or corn fields to admire.

It’s a fuckin god damn escalator!

Fuckin walk down the fuckin thing!

 

This is driving me nuts!

Something has to be done about this!

Someone must stop the insanity!

 

Jesus!

I think I’m going to start pushing people down the escalator

then eventually just rid them from this planet.

Fuckin murder these stupid fuckers who can’t fuckin walk down the fuckin god damn fuckin down escalator!

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.08.02.11:32:49@1515NYC

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Yesterday

Planted a tree

Next to your heart

Want to see it grow

So, you better not fart

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.07.24.16:23:52@1515NYC

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