Everything For Angola
You illuminate my heart
I am sad when we are apart
You are my lasting kiss
And my three year tryst
We believe in fate
Beyond heaven’s gate
Trusting your instinct, fall into my arms
Around your neck, a lover’s charms
Exquisite in every scent
Goodbyes are never meant
Buckle in bravery
Encourage my ancestry
Vast open African skies
Lost in your very brown eyes
Better squash butter
My tongue does not stutter
You are my cause of reality
Capturing my admiration silently
Remembering touching your soft skin
Fire burns inside our own kiln
Let us stand up tall
You and I, will never fall
In a week’s time, something
In a lifetime, everything
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.29.21:25:00@AngolaAfrica
Skin & Kiln rhymes in Harth’s mind
Went, Wept
Monthly moon
Eighth day past rest
Barricaded heart
Barracuda battle
Long, lost, here
Tomorrow, lost, gone
Best known thief
Inks her signature mark
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.28.12:45:00@FLTSA612
Last Night (Version #2)
Last night
You saddened my heart
Put me in an abyss of despair
Last night
You ripped my already torn heart
It is your defense, your guard
Last night
You stabbed my lifeline
Injured, I dream of my cause
Last night
You scratched and scraped my heart
Chalked outline covers the road
Last night
You scarred my heart forever
I dwindle into yesterday’s memory
Last night
You disabled my heart
I became a forgotten decade past
Last night
You ignored my fondness
I become of no concern, only a historical moment
Last night
You bruised my heart
Beaten, I am down, I am lost
Last night
You lowered me endlessly
A long twisting torture implemented
Last night
You slaughtered my heart
Now I vanish into the blanket
Last night
You disregarded me completely
Tomorrow’s departure approaches
Last night
You did not listen to yours, you did not accept
Today, I apologize for being love’s disruption
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.27.09:00:27@415292CPTSA
Cock Scared
From the fourth floor window
She preaches her commitment
To penis, penis, penis
From the sixth floor window
She rides Magnum XL
On top of cock, cock, cock
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.21.24:47:00@415292CPTSA
Hole In The Middle
I have it inside deep
Right next door, safe I keep
Your eggs, Your bread, Your cheese
Our yearning for each other is the greatest disease
Let tenderness engulf this cape
As I kiss the back of your nape
Before you were hollow
Tears of joy we unite to swallow
I witness your internal fire by a glance
Taking two close hearts to orchestrate this dance
You have left me bedside
One day, I shall fill you inside
With my tongue I trace your hips
For your sweetness a bouquet of tulips
Luscious scents infuse my mind
Penetrating me as I think of your behind
Set aside the cows and cupcakes
Let me devour your hotcakes
Immensely, you stimulate me
Years before, now by this roused sea
In my sight, your heavenly sculpture
It’s true, my volcano is ready to rupture
A kiss awaits your arrival
At the door of our very own survival
Not on a pedestal you exist
In life, somethings we cannot regret to resist
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.20.13:35:49@415292CPTSA
Vibration
She’s pointing downward south
I salivate excess in my mouth
I follow her lead, I follow her voice
My reasoning is certain, not a choice
Drifting towards me, she surrounds me with her scent
From faraway hemisphere, I begin my descent
In good hope she captivates my entity whole
It was my heart she quietly stole
Ground below me shook and shattered
On this earth nothing but true love mattered
Seas parted and waves crashed
From ocean’s divide, beginnings splashed
So, it was said, so it was done
The new journey has begun
Jumping across the world’s largest pond
Two hearts so close, magnets fear our bond
I come from a far, she is so very near
They lined up for hours to witness this very premiere
I’ll row us to shore, with enchantment in tow
Midnight moon will shed its nightly glow
Wind delivers a knock at your door
A curious cure is here and so much more
Thunder rumbles in contemplation
Next stop is divine station
Storybook tale will be distinguished
Our fire will never be extinguished
Your beauty deafens my existence
Our connection is of utmost consistence
Battle of dreams and realism discovered
Imagination proven; those sheets uncovered
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.16.10:40:07@130BklynNYC
Coming To Mother
Calling back to house
Smoking next to coffee
Bleeding from head to chin
Lighting the sky with fire
Incorporating art into application
Buying justified clarification
Welding knives implication
Sinning to masturbation
Mandating demands without hesitation
Circulating currency locked to false intention
Eating from death row on my conviction
Hinting dropping bombs
Mourning nothing lost
Analyzing appropriate behavior
Calling back to house
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.05.01:49:00@QTrainManhattanBridgeNYC
In The Night’s Memory
Last night among
Hundreds
Invading streets
Of great town’s point
My tongue of
Sensuality
Can no longer speak
Or court
For hosts of
Supper’s past
Came to me
Midnight last
My menu of yesterday
Compass direction South
Ending tale wed
She pierces my heart entirely
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.05.01:33:00@14STUNSQNYC
Lilly Loves Death, Destruction, Decay and Torture!
Like she hasn’t had enough
Building those buildings
Torturevilles for yuppies and their puppies
Making ice cream Pei sandwiches and mint tea
Like she likes to see your screams and hear your blood dripping
Witness your pain and cause your death
Place smelly cheese behind your ears, chocolate at your feet
Going across ocean’s divide to find family pride
Like she begs to have your sugar
Knowing religion may or may not
Such a sweet girl
You would never know how much destruction
She has inside
Declare your innocence, it will not help
Cancel your credit, hide behind the walls
Duck in the shadows, come in camouflage
You can’t hide and you have everything to fear
She is the Queen
Hail to her
For she is a lover
A lover of
Death, Destruction, Decay, and Torture!
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.03.11:10:20@130BklynNYC
Infinite Loop
You
are on mind
I can’t get you out
I can’t get you out
I’m thinking about you constantly
Every moment of every day
Since we spoke last
I admit my wonder
I don’t know when
I don’t know where
But I give you my word
My word is my bond
That one day
As the sun greets the horizon
As the wind knocks at your door
I’ll lay my lips upon yours
And kiss you until eternity’s infinite loop
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.03.03:54:15@130BklynNYC
Let Me
I found you below a
Tree’s shade reading
A top a grassy
Green hillside
Sun gifted the moon
Stars paused
in the presence
of your beauty
Give up your guard
And hide the lock
Here I am
And here I knock
Let me in
And let me near
Let me kneel
And let me be your cavalier
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.31.13:00:43@130BklynNYC
Seppuku
I guarantee you.
You have a full warranty.
For years to come.
Full replacement.
Parts plus labor.
You have nothing to worry about.
Everything is perfect with your purchase.
Like said.
Like declared.
Like old age.
Like neuro twelve.
Like loving you.
Like telling true.
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.17.24:18:00@130BklynNYC
Love Is Lost
Terrifying
Losing you
The one
In my corner
In my hearts of hearts
The pain I bare
This heavy weight
This locomotive lust
Losing you
Wasn’t meant to be
To last
Lost,
I love
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.3.16.21:03:00@BTrainDekalbBKLYNNYC
She heard me, She heard what I said
I told her what I thought
She was who I sought
I leaned in near
Whispered a secret in her ear
I spoke my mind
She was a goddess to mankind
I told her the truth
During her blooming youth
I warmed her soul
She completes me whole
I spoke from my arresting heart
No force could keep us apart
I told her forever I’d be here
Continued each and every year
I did not pretend, I did not lie
She is my earth and she is my sky
I spoke true
Love was making a debut
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.15.22:16:48@130BklynNYC
Is It Too Late To Call?
I’m asking now
In the middle of this March night
Is it too late to call?
I want to hear your voice
To know you are alive
Know you are well
I want to know if your heart is beating
And you are breathing.
Is it too late to call?
Can I hear your voice on the other end of the line?
Will I awake you from your sleep?
Can I tell you I love you?
Is it too late to call?
In the middle of dreams
Happy memories scattered
Future experiences planned
Will you answer the phone -
If it rings for you now?
Is it too late to call?
I’m asking now
At this late March hour
Can I call you right now?
Can I tell you I love you?
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.12.01:35:54@130BklynNYC
Sock Pimp
You pusher
You Swiss Mother Fucker
Bringing your Euro trash wants to
America’s K-Mart and Target and Hanes Catalog Order
You Swiss Mother Fucker!
You trailing behind my gold striped socks
You trading in your comfort greys for black thins
Pushing and pulling and putting on and taking off
You waiting in line for the Mode and Vox and Architect!
You bulldozer sprayer, hand holder, Shinjuku fish eater, squirt maker!
You waffle maker, breast molester, radiology tumbler, fowl mouth kisser!
You fart smeller, shit blood remixer, rock star, Mountain Dew addict!
You Swiss Mother Fucker!
Sock pusher, Sock hustler, Sock whore, Sock pimp!
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.11.21:29:38@130BklynNYC
Many Ten
Hanging by the flag of patriotism
Lusting for something imaginary
Swarms of locusts wrap their love around us
Flesh of the King distributed among peasants
Keystone wheat fields left vacant
Rebellion necessary to end convictions
Dozens dampen their torrid palms
Placed together in chambers of gas
Howls of yesterday delivered today
Violent winds swallow dead skin
Executioner knocks on the door
With a steady pull,
Open
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.10.02:03:59@130BklynNYC
I Don’t Like Your Armpits
If I told you how I felt
If I told you the truth
If I told you that I didn’t like your armpits,
Would you still love me?
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.27.03:02:42@130BklynNYC