September End
(I)
Month’s end is here
My eyes shed lonely tears
My heart is bleeding
Like the Antarctic Sea
Love for you has not disappeared
The symphony awaits your attendance
Passenger trains are filled
With but one love
When blue eyes of Kansas met blue eyes of York
No one told us there would be a solar eclipse
(II)
I wish not to sleep alone tonight
My sheets await your arrival
Do not stay out too late
I’ll keep the light on
Claim that you are free
And become my forever angel
You are my compass to life’s journey
A path in the commitment of two warm hearts
(III)
Take my hand
Waltz with me
Through the hall of love
Showering arrows from heaven above
I’ll put on my finest suit
You’ll wear your softest silk
We’ll dine on the breadth of the moon
Backlit among the lights of Paris
(IV)
Let my tongue greet your October thighs
Like it has never done before
It’s me down below
Licking at your morning dew
Let our cries of tender desire
Rattle the ground that all others walk upon
And let our love making sweat
Make the sun jealous
(V)
Month’s end is here
My eyes shed lonely tears
The autumn air has moved across the Hudson
Each day gets colder as they go by
I hear the screams from your heart
Your deepest part always welcomed
A sunset without you in my life
Is like volcanic ash filling my lungs at night
I leave my love with one last sentence
Live as if there were no tomorrow
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.12.24:39:46@296NYC
Heavy Heart
I’ve got a heavy heart.
Its weighted down so heavy.
Heavier than a gallon of milk.
And heavier than a bucket of apples.
Heavier than a bundle of potatoes.
And a bushel of hay.
Heavier than a stack of stones.
And a layer of bricks.
Heavier than an anvil.
And a metric ton.
Heavier than an elephant.
And heavier than an eighteen wheeler.
Heavier than a city aquarium.
And heavier than the Empire State Building.
Heavier than all the trees in the great red woods of Northern California.
And heavier than all the boulders that hold up Mt. Fuji.
Heavier than the planet in which we live on.
And heavier than our galaxy.
My heart is so heavy.
Because its weight carries so much love for you.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.06.14:14:35@205HudsonNYC
Letting Love
This evening we shared a smile.
A glimpse, a glare.
There you were, there I was.
We exchanged love, without anyone else on the sidewalk knowing.
I was the man that swept, you remember when, so do I.
So let love live, and live love.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.09.19.02:03:42@296NYC
She came and went
I waited.
She came and went.
I waited.
Alone I am left.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.09.17.12:41:16@296NYC
The World Knows
I lowered the light.
I turned down the covers.
I wish you good night.
I stepped back from the situation.
I returned to my home.
I don’t want any more complication.
I have a few more fights up my sleeve.
I know that we’ll be one.
I am confident that we both believe.
I am the author of your dream.
I encompass your heart.
I flow like a conscious stream.
I traveled far from above.
I was brought down from heaven.
I am your love.
I blossom like a flower.
I am the knight on your horse.
I bestow my status as bachelor.
I sailed the high sea.
I looked no further than your blue eyes.
I opened myself free.
I drift in harmony.
I cherish my moments with you.
I hold them closely.
I catapult to the stars when in your embrace.
I kiss you forever past midnight’s clock.
I float above earth without a trace.
I do not hide.
I have deep feelings for you.
I will not subside.
I complete your heart.
I encountered your soul.
I think it’s time to start.
I rescue you of your ache.
I claim my heart belongs to you.
I ask you to awake.
I rise to the morning dew.
I wish so much that you were at my side.
I declare the world knows, that I love you.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.09.15.01:29:46@296NYC
I Know
I know nothing
Of what is right and wrong
I don’t know politics
And I don’t know science
I know I have been close to death
On multiple occasions
I know I grew up in a good home
And I know how much I adore my niece and nephew
I know I don’t love my day job
And I know I want to do fine art full time
I know one day I’ll exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art in New York
And I know who likes my art and who understands it
I know I write poetry about love
And I know I’ve made CD mixes about love
I know I’ve been a firm believer of the fairy tale
And I know I’ve been a rebel against it
I know what inspires me
From music to art
I know that I inspire others
And I know how to exchange ideas
I know many have fallen for me
Some even in love
I know how not to pick up women
And I know I am a Ladies’ Man
I know what I like to eat
Or what airline to travel
I know where to go for groceries
And I know the best spot for a cab at Penn Station
I know which Avenues go North
The nearest exit at a subway station
I know the quickest route from A to B
And I know the path we’ll take
I know I donate platelets at least once a month
People need them like I need you
I know the donations I’ve made
And I know the donations I’ve accepted
I know how beautiful you are
Inside and out
I know when we are together life is amazing and wonderful
And I know how I feel when I’m with you
I know my heart can be powerful
Even overwhelming for the greatest of lovers
I know the passion can surpass logic
And I know that I love you
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.09.07.02:25:59@296NYC
Death (Version #2)
Not before long,
You will die.
We all die,
In the end.
But before you die,
The last few moments of your life,
You may ask yourself,
“During my stay on this earth,
Did I truly live life to the fullest?
Did I truly follow my heart?”
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.09.06.24:19:02@296NYC
95
Today you are Ninety-Five
Opa
95 years old
Its hard to believe
You have been here for 95 years
Almost 100
Ninety-Five years!
Incredible
So much witnessed
So much love
So much pain
I have learned so much from you
I love you
You are the gift that expands my heart
I want my eyebrows to grow bushy like yours
I hope to be as half of a giver as you are
I can not believe it
95 years old
95 years young
I know you want to go
And your time will come
But for now
95 year old man
My Opa
My grandfather
I love you
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.09.02.24:34:14@296NYC
Ability
I have lost my ability
To reason & think
I cannot calculate my calculations
I have lost my ability
To cook & clean
I cannot even tie my shoe laces
I have lost my ability
To brush my teeth & comb my hair
I cannot even rinse with mouth wash
Because
I admit
I am consumed
With thoughts of you
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.09.01.08:30:00@296NYC
Bravery In The Window
Dear Lover,
I hope this note finds you well.
I haven’t heard from you in weeks.
Really heard, really listened.
I haven’t had you close, near.
Have you caught the trade winds in your sails?
Have you realized your unhappiness can be pure bliss?
Have you determined the reality of your senses?
Have you executed any new decisions?
I hope progress is moving in forward directions.
I have been waiting and time is ticking.
Time is only on my side, not yours.
I have been available for years.
The window is now open,
But only for a little while longer.
So be brave,
And seize the opportunity.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.31.01:18:15@296NYC
Cold
It’s been cold in my office for days now.
Unusual.
Even more unusual that I’m actually putting on another shirt.
Yes, even I’m a bit chilly. Or, perhaps even cold.
And when this coldness surrounds me,
I can’t help but think of you,
And all the days you’ve been cold in your office.
Putting on your extra layers,
And sipping your hot chocolate.
This cold,
It reminds me of you,
And how much I love you.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.30.10:29:04@205HudsonNYC
Plastic Wrapper
Do you know what it’s like?
To not be able to open the plastic wrapper?
Your mind wants to
Your fingertips wish too
But your coordination cannot succeed
Because you are not yourself
You are not you
The car travels on Route 6
Over Bear Mountain
You know who the champion is
But that does not matter
Your heart beats
But still
You are not you
Speaking with the person across from you
Dinner on the table
You may fall asleep not knowing
What tomorrow will bring
Not knowing when the switch will turn
You are not you
So, you put on the repeats
You read nothing
Taste nothing
Speak to no one
You have no Mr.
You have no misses
Alone trapped in a mirror
Suicide is an option
You are not you
Shatter the glass
Not Picasso
Not on the 12th floor
And let her watch
As you get thrown down in restraints
Let her cry knowing
She never got to love
You are not you
Do you know what it’s like?
To not be able to open the plastic wrapper?
I bet you don’t
And you thought you’d make it out alive
I assure you
You can’t
Because
You are not you
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.29.03:00:54@296NYC
I Believe The Beatles
All You Need Is Love
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.28.09:36:00@205HudsonNYC
Cannons
When I hear the cannons,
I think of you.
In beautiful white.
Walking to the completion of yourself.
Your life long partner.
The love of your life.
Reflection of your spirit.
Your soulmate.
When I hear the cannons,
I’ll be waiting for years but only minutes.
Arrive in my arms and become forever mine.
Hold my hands and interlock.
Become the woman you’ve dreamed of.
The one half of me, and I, the one half of you.
Let the orchestra play.
And the guests gaze in amazement.
When I hear the cannons,
You are beautiful.
With the gorgeous smile you possess.
The walk you dance.
Your blue eyes glaring at mine.
Captivating every chamber of my heart.
I am yours.
And you are mine.
When I hear the cannons,
Peace is through the land.
The sun shines on rainy days.
Clouds part to display doves in flight.
Your heart mixes with mine.
Together we become one.
And one we are.
Because it is love we share.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.22.02:41:21@296NYC
Don’t Look At Me
Look the other way,
I don’t want you to see me like this.
Don’t look at me.
I’m in pieces,
little bits,
fragments.
I’m in shit.
Don’t look at my pimply face.
My scars.
My ratty hair.
My dandruff.
Look over there.
Not at me.
I’m horrible.
My puss oozes.
My hair is falling out.
I stink a stench.
Get away from me.
You don’t want to be around me.
Look at me fall apart.
My finger nails bitten.
Lint between my toes
And my ass crack.
Who am I?
I’ve been sleeping these streets.
Poor these streets.
I’m in puddles of filth.
Spit & urine.
Who am I?
Don’t look at me.
I’m nothing.
Not even a discarded piece of trash.
I am but trash. Garbage. Rotten.
Look at my teeth.
Yellow. Aged. Old.
I’m death.
And death parted me.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.21.16:56:34@205HudsonNYC
Start The Break, Break The Start
Don’t start the break before you even started.
Don’t break the start before we even started.
Start before you break.
And break after you start.
But never break before you start.
So don’t break the start.
Instead, start after the break.
And don’t break the start.
You can’t start the break before you start.
So start before the break and after the break.
Break the start and start the break.
Start the break and break the start.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.21.16:41:44@205HudsonNYC
Of You
Elderly
Years from now
I’ll look back on these days
The choices I had made
And come to the very same conclusion
That I have concluded today
Just moments ago
I have concluded
That without hesitation
Or delayed thought
I am one hundred percent positive
That I love you.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.10.02:53:36@296NYC
Talk
Mothers talk to your sons
Fathers talk to your daughters
Grandchildren talk to your grandparents
And brothers to their sisters
Rabbis talk to priests
Jews talk to antisemites
Catholics talk to Arabs
And Atheists talk to born-again Christians
Women talk to men
And rich talk to poor
Black talk to white
Fags talk to homophobes
Artists talk to other artists
Teachers talk to your students
Song writers talk to your fans
Doctors talk to patients
Depressed talk to those who smile
Friends talk to your enemies
Hosts talk to your guests
And lovers talk to lovers
Sun talk to Moon
And Earth talk to Sky
Let your heart talk
For, without talking,
No one will get anywhere.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.09.03:03:35@296NYC