Everyone
Everyone stops to think
and everyone stops to reflect.
Everyone stops to smell the flowers
and everyone stops to inhale.
Everyone stops to smile
and everyone stops to laugh.
Everyone stops to rest
and everyone stops to sleep.
Everyone stops to create
and everyone stops to grow.
Everyone stops to thank you
and everyone stops to welcome.
Everyone stops to write
and everyone stops to read.
Everyone stops to witness
and everyone stops to admire.
Everyone stops
But who will stop to love?
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.31.01:58:26@205HudsonNYC
The Sweeper
I am the sweeper,
I’ve come to sweep you off your feet,
But you’ll have to let me.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.28.14:31:46@205HudsonNYC
My Munro
Eyes of the hawk are on you now
All land west of the great Hudson
Bows to your beauty.
The great rock of Elbert
Buckles beneath the weight of your heart
The beats echo through canyons East of Death.
Eyes of blue will protect your clutch
Should your wax melt to the sea
My grasp shall hold tight like a river bend.
I am the lasting smoke of White Shield
Born in the Long House by spirit
Place of Goshen by womb.
Sun rises and sets with you
Wind has brought you here
I wait for the calming night dance.
Joseph’s Perce have taught me well
To follow the secrets of my chambers
And be with she, my Munro.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.28.02:02:37@296NYC
Execute
Afterwards,
When all the spectators have dispersed,
When the last crow sung its morning call,
When migrant workers marched on,
When heaven came to meet the horizon,
When your open heart became available,
It’s when I kneel,
hold, kiss, and touch
and become the man
of your half.
So, declare your honesty,
Let the silent heart speak,
For I have been listening.
Afterwards,
Beneath the stars,
We’ll make love by the Mediterranean.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.21.02:37:36@296NYC
Remembering
And on the last day
All had gathered
Trying to remember him
Attempting to contemplate
Not one could come up with reasons
They did not understand his decision to do what he had done
But only one
Had loved
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.12:24:32:56@296NYC
Beginning
Emptiness has filled my heart.
Upon my return,
Fill it with all of you.
Become the keeper of my affection.
Let me witness you,
Dance with yourself.
Meet me at El Gran Café on Avinyó.
We will have pastries,
While we get lost in our own blues.
Hold my hand down midnight streets.
Capture my mind,
You’ll gain my soul.
Feel my soft breath on your nape.
The rotation of earth has not paused,
Only your heart has skipped fourteen beats.
Many more sunrises and sunsets are to be seen.
With you in my arms,
Makes them so much more extraordinary.
Strip off the facades of disbelief.
Say your last goodbyes,
Welcome forever a man of lasting chivalry.
No longer a secret.
Such passion of two
Is beyond infinite divine.
Pull up the battering ram.
Break down my walls of stone and clay,
Make me fall beneath my two feet.
Years without hatched seeds.
You stumbled upon my heart,
Now you’ve taken up residence.
Let us make love beneath a Van Gogh sky.
You are my sanctuary of tranquility,
The only one that can part my seas of reason.
Allow me to enter.
I’ll cascade you with all my love,
Forever I’ll be in your soul.
Open up your atriums.
Discover that I really do have wings,
My whispers will cuddle you to sleep in a Sycamore’s shade.
Pull back the curtains.
See what is in front of you,
Listen and become the woman you truly are.
Get lost with me
Before the bagpipers play their last respect,
And I’m lowered to the donation
Of man’s life long journey of ache.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.07.16:54:07@296NYC
4th of July
I was ready to open up,
Almost completely.
You were about to be given a key.
I would have let you inside my heart.
But now,
The door that was once ajar,
Is now closed.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.04.02:43:33@296NYC
The Dead Swan
So brave with everything given
Beaten, still and motionless
Struggles to awake
With every rise his neck breaks again
Searching for his pen
Nothing found, not even a heart
Alone death embraced him
Love he had not
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.06.26.24:42:42@296NYC
Thump, Thump, Thump
and she wondered, “Was it really he that was at my door? Was it he that was knocking all night long?”
and she woke up, unsure of what was real and what was her imagination.
the only thing she did know, or so it seemed, was the faint, thump, thump, thump.
the beating of his heart,
just outside her door,
just outside her door.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.06.19.11:37:00@505HudsonNYC
Moon Ring
Looking South
Into the tropical night sky
I see a mysterious ring
Around the moon
Moon light bounces
On the surface of the ocean
The warm air is above me
While my body floats in the water
That ring around the moon
Perhaps caused my humidity
Or the clouds in the tropic
It reminds me
I tread in the moonlit water
Engulfed in heat
Getting lost in thoughts
I think of you
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.06.10.22:45:00@Bahamas
666
Ain’t no rats
And ain’t no significance.
Ain’t no shade
And ain’t no aunt of mine.
Ain’t no pole dancer
And ain’t no desk worker.
Ain’t no pollution filler
And ain’t no belly tap tipper.
This ain’t no number of mine
This ain’t no number of mine
A twisted fate
And tree roots with a lock hold on your ankles
A leftover date
And dark clouds rolling in over head
A dead mate
And streaks of fire falling from the sky
A breeder of hate
It’s not my fault, but my dear,
You are too late.
This ain’t no number of mine
This ain’t no number of mine
Ain’t no obituary.
And ain’t no surprise.
Ain’t no dinner maze.
And ain’t no donation.
Ain’t no signature
And ain’t no admiration.
Ain’t no scent of intercourse
And ain’t no cherry pie.
This ain’t no number of mine
This ain’t no number of mine
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.06.06.06:06:06@296NYC
June
I can’t help but wonder
What’s eating at you
Gnawing at your insides
Has my heart opened to you
Like no other woman before
The eyes of a pond
Why won’t I be bound
Committed to love
It’s not what my heart can contemplate
Your brown sky
Looking down upon me
Trace your thigh with a blade of grass
Native tongues
What we could share
Is the quad of possibility
But I am one
and one I shall remain.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.05.28.12:00:00@PortAuthorityBusTerminalNYC
Squids, Snails, and Scorpions
Three of you
One I pretended
One I pursued
One I punished
Slippery
Slinky
Sultry
But each of you,
Unique as you are
Can only go thus far
In a sphincter undone.
Undone.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.05.25.16:03:38@205HudsonNYC
You Are Dying
Before my eyes you fade
Your bathroom floor,
sticky from past urine
a stench
Shit
stains your sheets
and underpants
Diaper worn
You forget
(as do I)
How could someone
So giving
So loving
So marvelous
End in such sorrow and waste?
Would it be wrong
to assist a man
who wishes to die?
Would it be wrong
to hand you a revolver—
your lasting wish?
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.05.07.16:35:00@2550WebbBronx
Sarah and The Last Letter Of The Alphabet
Sarah is beautiful
and beautiful is Sarah.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.05.02.18:14:00@66W12NYC