Bellevue
I’m going to Bellevue.
I’m headed towards Bellevue.
To be in Bellevue.
And in Bellevue I’ll be.
Because I’ll be in Bellevue.
And Bellevue I’ll be.
It’s in Bellevue
That’s where I’m headed too.
Bellevue is my destination.
To be inside.
The Bellevue nation.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.04.10.11:03:51@205HudsonNYC
said
said
Got a gun
Backed by a garden tool
said
Lost a son
With eyes of blue
said
Greeted by autumn
Synagogue leaves
said
I got ‘em
Down on his knees
said
Her love was lost
She struck a pose
said
He birthed at no cost
All the dead arose
said
Lived in Bethlehem
Where snakes spoke
said
Angels will condemn
Grown from bottomless smoke
said
Palms are bloody
Execute my last right
said
Lovers so needy
It is the word I now write
said
The end is near
Locusts from fire free
said
For you, I tear
The death of me
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.04.07.18:50:00@66W12StNYC
06.04.09.16:30:56@296NYC
Love (Version #20)
Over 2 dozen years.
I never learned about love.
Nothing.
I witnessed it several times,
from a distance,
among friends and family.
I never experienced Love.
I never could define Love.
I have always fantasized about Love.
The term, the feeling, the concept; all so very abstract.
It wasn’t until recently, that I was able to start grasping the concept.
Because of you, I am beginning to understand.
The great grand concept of Love.
I can’t define it, but you certainly have enlightened me.
You taught me so much, about the feelings involved.
The tenderness, the warmth, the desire, the courage,
the immense connection, the pride, the protection.
The devotion, the dedication, the kindness,
the gazes, the playfulness, the bond stronger than diamond.
I never thought I would understand it, even though I always desired too.
But, finally, I have begun.
I thank you for teaching me so much, in such a short amount of time.
You’ve only had about 17 months on earth, but, if it wasn’t for you,
my life would still be blind to the possibility of Love.
I now know about the outer tip of the concept of what Love is.
From this knowledge, I hope to discover it,
in the places and people, I wish to share it with.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
03.08.24.20:32:29@296NYC
06.04.05.22:44:19@296NYC
Six Figures On Fixing What Can’t Be Fixed
So much for loving you.
I’m stuck and I can’t get out.
So, what do you do?
You Vaseline my cock,
and now,
I’m short a dime.
Hungry for more.
I’ve got nothing,
but black eyes.
Black eyes.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.02.15:24:33@205HudsonNYC
Twelve
Stop feeding me
This sugar solution
Stop at the 12th floor window
My hands are on the door
But you don't let me freshen up
I watch you pull the sheets over your body
I see you do the Thorazine shuffle
But you –
you are still silent
Because if you were to speak
A loud roar
And you'd wake up from your wet dream
Thinking it was Autumn
And Autumn is dead now
Autumn is dead.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
2006.04.02.04:06:00 @296NYC
You Loved Me Too Much
After we spoke, I took the long walk west.
I jumped into the Hudson.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.31.04:00:00@296NYC
Ni3
I loved her like I never loved a woman before.
Her green eyes. Her full lips. Her soft skin.
So much perfection. Even her song. Her humming.
She was like the storybook story.
Driven by the radiating light of beauty.
Whispers were exchanged. We made love together.
My heart never ached. My heart never opened.
Yet still, something was eating at us inside.
It was only abandonment she left me with.
Now she is gone and I have nothing.
Eternal search for no more religions.
Except that of myself, and you, my love whom I adore.
She now resides in the land of abundant trees.
Penetrating my mind on the late evening hour.
Without warning she enters like a drifting ghost.
It wasn’t until I met her that my beliefs started to exist.
Now she is long gone dead.
Something still resides, my heart yet filled.
I was swallowed and lost in the keys she left.
Gone without a trace, not even a word spoken or written.
The fire that once engulfed us, burnt out like a silent mute.
The moon has risen in the skyline many nights since.
Nuzzled in the nest I provided; she provoked my yearning.
Now is the time she called out my name.
First, not last.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.31.03:24:26@296NYC
Sin
Was it a sin
That I walked the length of the brook to see your blue eyes?
Was it a sin
That I made love with you beneath the Sycamore?
Was it a sin
The way you made me melt into a defenseless child?
Was it a sin
The way you left my heart with no companion to love?
Was it a sin
That you spoke without listening?
Was it a sin
That you closed the door before it was even ajar?
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.29.17:44:00@296NYC
Know Their Eyes
Forget about their occupation
Forget where they live
Forget the length of their commute
Forget their family background
Forget when their last relationship was
Forget why they responded
Forget their phone number
Forget to open the door
Forget it all
But never forget
The color of their eyes
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.27.14:35:51@205HudsonNYC
Just Doing Rebecca
You can gaze,
You can take my portrait,
In Goldin’s light.
Bring me home to your waters,
We’ll throw tea overboard,
And make for the tunnel.
Shed your shoes,
Allow me to take you,
And maybe even Matthew will watch us.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.25.03:43:21@29NYC
America (Version #2)
Eat Fresh
Have It Your Way
We’re Always Cooking
Do What Tastes Right
Think Outside The Bun
I’m Lovin’ It
What You Crave
America’s Drive-In
America’s Best Dressed Sandwich
Chicken Capital USA
Chicken On The Grill
Now That Your Tastes Have Grown Up!
Real Food. Real Choices.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.21.02:01:05@296NYC
Midnight Brooklyn
Ebony,
Your architectural legs
Wrapped around my waist
Lights scattering in the room
The rumble is heard
Announcements made
It’s time to go
Ride on my back
Exclaimed, he did
Just feeling a bit,
Like going down on you -
It was something you said
Somehow you made me curl
And then he spoke
Then with the beat of a different drum
It was the three of us
In the meadow alone
No longer of heights
He mailed the signed letter
And together
Three of us made love
Without you there.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.17.03:28:40@296NYC
Elysium (Version #2)
Knowing that he,
Now disrobed from his wreaths of reign,
Set free from his constant pain.
Knowing that he,
With an unopened heart he lay,
Among snakes he now drowns in clay.
Knowing that he,
Untouched by the vibrant voices of the siren’s calls,
Survived the stays down long twelfth floor halls.
Knowing that he,
Conqueror of the midland’s fields of wheat,
Never a life so undone and so discrete.
Knowing that he,
Delivery agent of the compass made of gold,
Still his story has yet to unfold.
Knowing that he,
With flesh untouched by virgin’s hands,
Until the very end he had plans.
Knowing that he,
Never sung the choir’s song,
He knew on earth he did not belong.
Knowing that he,
Accomplished the greatest master piece,
Truly they know he is without cease.
Knowing that he,
Inside the grand depth deep.
Forever now he will sleep.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.09.07:42:44@296NYC
Elysium
They assembled—
Knowing that he,
Now disrobed from his wreaths of reign,
Set free from his constant pain.
Knowing that he,
With an unopened heart he lay,
Among snakes he now drowns in clay.
Knowing that he,
Untouched by the vibrant voices of the siren’s calls,
Survived the stays down long twelfth floor halls.
Knowing that he,
Conqueror of the midland’s fields of wheat,
Never a life so undone and so discrete.
Knowing that he,
Delivery agent of the compass made of gold,
Still his story has yet to unfold.
Knowing that he,
With flesh untouched by virgin’s hands,
Until the very end he had plans.
Knowing that he,
Never sung the choir’s song,
He knew on earth he did not belong.
Knowing that he,
Accomplished the greatest master piece,
Truly they know he is without cease.
Knowing that he,
Inside the grand depth deep.
Forever now he will sleep.
However,
The gatherers were mistaken.
The great one was indeed in love,
In love with the she.
And her name is —
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.09.07:41:07@296NYC
No Longer
Existing is not something I can do anymore.
There is nothing I could have done.
I apologize for my untimely death.
Growing weak of the daily routine.
It made me hateful of life.
I ached for multiple rounds of ammunition.
To be bludgeoned by alienating amputation devices.
And hit by city buses which carried low-wage workers to their offices.
I am without a home and without a heart.
Standing here witnessing injustice is wrong.
I’d only bleed indefinitely if I stayed one more day.
So, the last day has come.
Tomorrow once again
Wishing for a tidal wave of thorns to penetrate my heart.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.07.13:26:00@205HudsonNYC
Double You
On the 6th day of June
In the year of 2006,
I shall find you six minutes
Into the sixth hour past midnight
Wherever you may be,
And take you out,
Take you down.
Until you are ended,
And true freedom
Shall prevail.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.06.01:32:13@296NYC
Miles To Dawn
It’s a long road,
but at the end,
he’ll be waiting,
waiting for you.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.03.14:07:49@205HudsonNYC
Unlock Me
Knowing how the heart catapults into love,
I am uncertain if it’s you
If it’s you I could love.
I should until the end of time
Until death parts us
But I’ve only just found the key.
Find the looking glass, told.
I’ve climbed the mountain,
I shiver in thought.
He left the door ajar
Soundless she lies on the bed
Bare and innocent, calling.
The crow sits on the sill
As my love is wasted away
In you.
Pick up your belongings
Arise from your still
It is I who is now your shadow.
End your quest
Become the woman you are
For I too, am she.
Drink the blood
Your monthly
Let me suckle down yours.
Know that I love thee.
And it is you
That is my key.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.02.11:33:44@205HudsonNYC
Stand
It’s hard to stand up,
I cannot stand up.
I’m down.
This weight is on top of me.
It blankets me.
Keeps me down.
I cannot stand up.
I’m trying to sand up.
But I am down.
And down I am.
With my might I try.
To stand tall and strong.
But I am down.
And down I am.
Stand I cannot.
No longer I stand.
I sink.
Sinking deeper.
In the depths of despair.
I’m down.
Can’t stand.
Stand I try.
But I am down.
Down in the earth.
A sunken rock.
Lost ship at sea.
Rotted down.
Succumbed to my infection.
No longer here.
No longer standing.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.01.24:38:08@296NYC