A Bitten Heart
She’s bitten my lip
Touched my spirit
I spoke some truth
Never told a lie
She’s bitten my nose
Captured my mind
Held my senses
For a moment of surprise
Beyond the possession
Intrigued with passion
Exiting without fear
Contemplating the next motion
Choking with love
World spinning with you
Met a blonde with skin unlike olive
A whirlwind with a knock at the door
Denied nothing
Up off the floor
A dream past the wardrobe
Seen you in the past
Heart beating
Yet to determine
With you or for you
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.12.05.02:39:19@296NYC
Afraid Again
Afraid to ask
Ask the waiter
What time is it?
Need to know the time
Will I be late?
One more round
Another time
Again in a knot
Again
It's happening again
My head
My head again
Uptown trains
Floor past eleven
Need to know the time
I am almost late
Better not be late
Don't want to be late
White in my back
Heated seat
One more wait
What time is it?
Afraid again
It's happening once more
I'll break through
Get out of this sleep
One more time
Ask the waiter
What time is it?
Again I'm here
Alone again
Afraid not
Wipe up the sweat
And carry the Lord
What time is it?
Again I ask
Check already
The time is now
Afraid Again
© 2004 David Greg Harth
2004.11.18.20:39:00@89ST3RDAVENYC
Intrusion Thief
I like these blood-stained sheets.
Wrap myself in them.
Sleep in them nightly.
Surround myself with your scent.
Your smell and your stink.
My lips shiver and my stomach aches.
You stole my heart and went out west.
Leaving me behind in mountains of dirt.
Lying cold among your leftovers.
You have sinned and I have my pride.
Turned around and conquered my voices.
Ruling two towers due south.
There is no bank in my mind which you now capture.
Long gone and barely remembered.
Abandoned me one early morning.
Left me in the dark of not knowing.
Missing you like it was the last love on earth.
In the dimly lit room, you pulled me from my knees.
Brought me up and raised me erect.
Reached inside with a sword of a slayer.
Bore a hole in my heart, left undone.
I am the Father.
Forever lost, we will be one.
You have stolen seed embedded.
After asking for reception.
Never a redemption.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.11.12.03:39:42@296NYC
Some Essentials
1) Milk
2) Paper & Pencil
3) Musical Journey
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.11.06.01:30:00@6TrainAstorPlNYC
Ramblings of a Constant Search
It’s hard to put to words.
But all around me I see love.
I see my friends in love.
My sister in love with her husband.
With two children,
My nephew and niece who I adore so much.
My father remarried in love.
My mother remarried in love.
My grandfather remarried in love.
My grandparents in love for decades upon decades.
All around I witness love,
Yet I cry every day.
I’ve said it before,
It’s hard to put to words.
To illustrate how much I ache.
My friends are in love.
Some are involved.
Some engaged.
Some married.
Some pregnant.
Some parents.
But I cry every day.
I listen to sad music.
I have tears that roll.
Constantly.
They never stop.
Because I am a man.
A man dying of a broken heart.
Because I am a man.
A man who wishes to be in love.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.10.07.23:31:52@296NYC
At age
At age 10 I was hairy.
At age 11 I was a hairy monster.
At age 12 I was dirty.
At age 13 I was a dirty pornographer.
At age 14 I was defeated.
At age 15 I was defeated with commitment.
At age 16 I was a dancer.
At age 17 I was a dancer influenced by Christ.
At age 18 I was drinking.
At age 19 I was drinking alone at the corner pub.
At age 20 I was very ill.
At age 21 I was very ill on my death bed dying mysteriously.
At age 22 I was sent away to a hospital for the strange with padded walls.
At age 23 I was sent away to a hospital while my teeth fell out of my mouth and on to the floor.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.08.26.15:57:23@205HudsonNYC
04.10.07.02:58:04@296NYC
Love (Version #17)
I cannot tell you how much I hurt.
How much I ache.
An amount beyond all amounts.
My stomach is still churning.
Around itself, turning inside and out.
My heart is bleeding. My eyes are crying.
Just when you have a moment,
Just when you believe in something so strongly.
It’s taken away
And you are left bare and stripped
Of everything you’ve got
When you are about to accept
When you are about to believe
When you are about to contradict everything you’ve said
For the past dozens of years.
Just when you are about to accept
About to admit
That you believe in the impossible
The possibility that love does
Indeed exist
That love is so overwhelming
So special, so unique, so real
Just when it’s about to occur,
You are stabbed in the heart
With a stake that will stay put for years
And your wounds will never heal
For the dozens of years yet to come
You’ve returned to your initial belief
That love does not exist
Indeed.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.09.07.17:35:27@205HudsonNYC
You Left
you came with the flutes
you came with the cello
you came with your symphony
you came with your smile
you left me with a gaze
you left me with a tear
you left me with a twirling maze
you left me with no fear
you came with wings from heaven
you came with surrounding beauty
you came with deepening wonders
you came with heartache
you left me standing
you left me wanting
you left me hoping
you left me listening
you left me a piece
of your heart in mine
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.09.02.16:14:00@NYC
Wanting A Hug
Never before
In all of my life
Have I ached so much
For a hug from you
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.08.24.11:05:47@205HudsonNYC
This Is My Land
Call my name and pull at my cloth
Feel the thunder wave beneath your planted feet
This is my land and I will not surrender
This is my land and I will defend it
Listen to the running footsteps
See the horizon twist in a struggle with your smoke
My golden-blue eagle eyes will capture you
The open sky will fall upon your ancestors forever
My brothers from afar will come
From the heroic Hudson to the mighty Mississippi
This is my land and I will not surrender
This is my land and I will defend it
Roam elsewhere and first defeat your heart
Do not attempt to capture our spirits
For we are a people of our own
We are not your property nor earth
Take back your weapons and your whiteness
Go back to your land to your people
This is my land and I will not surrender
This is my land and I will defend it
The wide spanning golden-blue is coming
Shaded by the trees of the mother
Guided and guarded by the spirit
The Moon, The Stars, The Sun, and his lover’s heart
He will fly beyond sweet blooms
Find her among your chaotic seas
This is my land and I will not surrender
This is my land and I will defend it
With visions at night he dances
By sunrise he soars with honor
Through the great rains and above
He seeks the torso of defeat
In his dreams she stood
On this land of his she became
This is my land and I will not surrender
This is my land and I will defend it
White people go home
Bring your family and your beliefs
Take with you nothing you have not brought
End the draught of despair
This is my land and I will not surrender
This is my land and I will defend it
This is my land and I found her
This is my land and I love her
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.08.12.14:54:50@205HudsonNYC
Almost A September 11th Day
Today is so beautiful out.
It’s almost a September 11th day,
but the sky is not blue enough.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.08.23.11:58:00@MahwahNJ07430
Miles Away
I can taste your lips against mine
Even when you’re miles away.
I can feel your hug embrace mine
Even when you’re miles away.
I can see your smile in my mind
See your hair down
And your hair put up
Even when you’re miles away.
I can hear your voice
Listen to your laugh
And feel your heart beat
Even when you’re miles away.
When you are miles away
It does not matter how far you are
How many mountains you have challenged
Or how many rivers you have crossed
You will always be near to my heart.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.08.09.15:22:10@205HUDSONNYC
Singapore Sweden
Empty glove on the floor.
White latex, not powdered.
Thrown on the floor, inside out.
Left over, on the floor.
Not a trace of its previous history.
Nothing.
Box cars on the railroad tracks can be heard.
There is a window in the bathroom painted baby blue.
With a thin white linen curtain.
A slight breeze blows in and shifts the curtain from side to side.
The faucet still runs a steady stream.
Trickling through the rusty pipes beneath the porcelain.
Twisting and turning until it enters the tiled floor.
My mind tracks back and listens to the box cars once more.
Echoes of my mother calling my name are bounced against these walls.
A recently extinguished cigarette sits on the tub basin.
The tub is filled with various plastic containers.
Different sizes, different colors, different weights.
Nothing leads to the used empty latex glove thrown on the floor.
The radio in the bedroom plays a filthy static.
My ears stall and my eyes twitch.
The stale smell in the room overwhelms me as I leave the bathroom.
The bedspread is perfectly and evenly placed upon the bed.
It has a mustard shade and a starch feel, quite uncomfortable.
Not inviting.
The opera singer is still practicing her voice in the room next door.
An enchanting beautiful sound seeping through the walls.
Penetrating my movements and my heart.
I still hear the box cars roll down the track.
No hair to be found.
Not a trace of spit.
A single stain.
Not blood, not semen, not urine.
Loving death can’t be this easy.
But I’ve found the owner.
The owner of that empty used discarded white latex glove on the floor.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.07.30.16:53:00@205Hudson10013NYC
Jaw Machine
Up and down
Inside and out
Twirl around
Show her what it’s about.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.07.25.20:08@ATRAINBRKLYN->NYC
Funeral
We have gathered here today
for the man that has been loved
but has never been in love.
Many have loved him over the years.
We all know about his immense amount
of great friendships
and the love he returned
to each of us individually.
He was a man that did not celebrate much.
But he shared his love to all of us every day.
Even though he was not in it himself.
We have gathered here today
to wish him a peaceful farewell
and hope that his powerful sense of love
can only be spread among us all.
Remember his love,
his being in the existence,
always loving and never being in.
A strong man with a heart torn,
but with that ache he delivered
his warmest love to us all.
Let us all gather around
this sad sight
and make our last respect
to a man that has redefined love
while searching all his life
to be in love.
We have gathered here today
for the man that has been loved
but has never been in love.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.07.22.01:14:47@296NYC
Angel Reflection
I walked along prince street today
I passed by all the store windows
As I walked on by
I looked at the windows
I thought I saw a reflection
Following me, close behind me
I looked really closely
It was an angel with wings
A beauty in white
Following right behind me
It was you
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.07.15.02:41:46@296NYC