No Stopping

Earth can stop rotating

Constellations can stop appearing in the night sky

The sun can stop casting shadows

The moon can stop shining after dark

Trees can stop emanating oxygen

Leaves can stop changing colour

Oceans can stop crashing their tides

Wind can stop drifting wished upon eye lashes

Birds can stop their migration

Spiders can stop spinning their webs

Children can stop playing with their rocking horse

Grandmas can stop baking chocolate chip cookies

Pastors can stop officiating

Rabbis can stop praying

Secrets can stop being hidden

Dreams can stop occupying your sleep

Poets can stop writing

Artists can stop painting

Memories can stop being remembered

Futures can stop being predicted

My love for you,

            — will never stop

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.11.03:07:14@296NYC

Sandwich Crust

I’m sorry,

but you can’t have my sandwich crust.

I’m saving my crust for someone else.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.10.12:21:13@205HudsonNYC

I Forgot About You

In this transparent world

Birds take flight into the amber sky

People try to follow their lead and their head

Their wings of wax and feathers disintegrate

They plummet to their early deaths

In this transparent world

Men light themselves on fire before the women

Reduced ash, skull bashed, broken, cracked

Summer ruins pile high in rivers of blood

They all wish to get wed upon midnight’s soil

In this transparent world

You would think she would realize what she had

Instead, she made him shrivel up and turn to yesterday’s leftovers

It was his heart, now served on a platter of gold and silver

Roses strewn about the path walked by his father before him

In this transparent world

Wild animals run among lost kingdoms

Kisses await and vows taken to the grave

She was all you wanted for a decade’s time

Until discovery led you to another woman’s heart

In this transparent world

Now she has your heart, and you’ve forgotten all else

Including her.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.10.11:51:00@205HudsonNYC

Nothing To See Here

“Keep moving, keep moving,” said the patrol officer.

Someone asked, “What happened?”

The patrol officer repeated, “Keep moving, keep moving, there is nothing to see here.”

He added another part to the sentence he previously stated.

Each passerby attempted to glance down the street, but they saw nothing.

It wasn’t until the next day,

Newspaper headlines divulged just what happened,

Down the dark street that evening.

David Greg Harth, dead at 31.

Articles try to explain how the young emerging artist died.

The reporters did their research.

They found reasons and faults and works of art.

But there was one answer they could not find.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.08.22:41:05@296NYC

Snatch Hunt

I’m trying to seek you out.

I’m ready to kidnap you.

Devour your last breadth.

Steal your last pulse.

I’m on the hunt.

I’m on the hunt for new snatch.

Got some snatch I can snack on?

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.08.11:48:11@205HudsonNYC

Morning (Version #3)

My body woke up looking for yours.

You were not next to me, nowhere to be found.

I made some coffee; I made some toast.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.08.09:50:31@205HudsonNYC

Nibble

I’ll nibble at your neck

and I’ll nibble at your belly

I’ll nibble on your elbow

and I’ll nibble at your knee

I’ll nibble at your lower back

and I’ll nibble on your foot

I’ll nibble on your ear

and I’ll nibble on your lips

I’ll nibble on your breasts

and I’ll nibble on your nose

I’ll nibble on your fingers

and I’ll nibble between your legs

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.04.09:53:00@205HudsonNYC

10:28

I was running late for my flight.

My 11 a.m. out of J.F.K.

I was standing outside, near Western Beef,

         on fourteenth street.

I was about to go, about to leave, about to depart

         couldn’t find a cab

Until the last minute

You were wearing your long coat

I leaned in to say goodbye

You were on the phone

I kissed you goodbye

         You never got off the phone

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.03.16:35:32@205HudsonNYC

Expired

My time has come.

I’ve turned into thin dust.

Howling winds collected my remains.

My love for you has been carried away.

Silent tears break the waves of enchantment.

My heart is crushed to a pulp.

Dead beneath the sea.

Nothing can revive.

I’m expired.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.26.14:14:25@205HudsonNYC

Love Monster

Everyone knows it.

From Barcelona to Tokyo.

Everyone knows I’m the Love Monster

From London to New York

From New Orleans to Toronto

They all know

That I’m the Love Monster

They all know

That I sit on top of a hill of love

And women flock to me

They spread their wings

Rustle their feathers

Do their dance

And hope to grab my attention

And hope to grab my cock

And hope to grab my heart

Okay Okay Okay

It isn’t quite like that

So have a laugh

Everyone knows it

That I’m the Love Monster

And they all know

That there is only one

That has the ability to tame

This Love Monster

Everyone knows that I’m the Love Monster

From Denver to St. Petersburg

From Milwaukee to Hamburg

I am the Love Monster

And I have lots of love to give

Romantic love

Cheesy love

Lovey duvy love

Flowers, chocolates, diamonds

Drawings, poetry, mix tapes

Spontaneous trips, planned trips, surprise trips

Kisses, sensuality, sexuality

The Love Monster gives all of these to you

And I am the Love Monster

Everyone knows that I’m the Love Monster.

From Basel to Los Angeles

From Boston to Johannesburg

They all know

That I am the Love Monster

And my monster love is for you.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.26.14:07:26@205HudsonNYC

Me

I have been bleeding from holes in my hands and feet for days now.

I have pain, but most of the pain is in my mind.

An ache like no other.

A fear of destruction, the end of love.

I want you all to gather around me.

Listen to the few words I speak from my lips and wild tongue.

Replay the visions I had while in mother earth’s forrest.

Encompass my heart as my body moves across the sea.

It is my last day here.

I want you to learn from my lessons.

Take my dreams and hopes with you.

Betray no one but your fears.

Remember to sail in the open winds.

Harvest each other’s love.

Cherish your children, hug your lovers.

Show mercy to your enemies.

Before you leave me to wither.

Soak up my blood and show no despair.

Collect my fallen skin and shed your amounting silence.

Cradle my charred heart and sweep up my eyelashes.

As the pipers play their last hymn.

Take your journey forward never looking behind.

Salt pillars stand strong at my side.

As my wooden embrace engulfs my lasting spirit.

Walk on solid ground with open wounds.

Let your blood combine with other’s before you.

Allow your fluids to enrich the history.

And let love live as you live love.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.26.11:55:05@205HudsonNYC

Don’t Forget

Ocean crests break upon the beach

Rivers bend over smooth stones

Rain drizzles down on little toes

Sun sets lonely behind thunderclouds

Moon glares at the sky’s window

Stars shoot across this everlasting universe

A forest sits alone at night

Trees sway in midnight’s wind

Autumn leaves drift endlessly below

Mourning doves chirp at dawn’s light

Sparrows sing the union bells

Kites soar along harbor sails

Fire ignites the eternal flame

Double helix blends to conceive

Milk pours to the baby’s mouth

City lights shimmer upward heavenly

Plains run through metropolitan’s farm

Street stretches across to unite sapphire

Your laughter floats down my corridors of tenderness

Your voice echoes in the pockets of my heart

Your eyes illuminate my everyday existence

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.25.01:25:26@296NYC

Rosa Parks

Oh dear dear Rosa,

Break these chains

And break free from those that bound you.

Oh dear dear Rosa,

Break free from yourself

Become the great Rosa you are

Leave Detroit behind you

Oh dear dear Rosa,

Become my angel

Free like the white dove you are

Get to the front of the bus

Kiss me so sweet

Oh dear dear Rosa,

See the reflection in the glass

Be who you are and sing out loud

Put shyness to the wind

And quit hiding beneath the table,

Get on the bus

Oh dear dear Rosa,

Break free from the chains

Put your blindness aside

Let the hurricane gust

Blow through your hair

Oh dear dear Rosa,

Discovery of choice is but yours

Detroit is dead

You are mine

And I am yours.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.20.15:10:26@205HudsonNYC

Another Woman, Another Man

There will be a day

When you love another man

There will be a day

When I love another woman

There will be a day

When you have sex with another man

There will be a day

When I have sex with another woman

There will be a day for kisses

There will be a day for embraces

Those will be the days

Of new

That day was yesterday.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.14.10:43:00@205HudsonNYC

There was a night

There was a night,

I remember,

We were across the street from your apartment building

The weather was mild with a tiny crispness

We were saying our goodbyes

A long goodbye

And you buttoned up my jacket

So sad

Yet so much care

That was a moment

That I’ll remember

Your love for me.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.13.13:13:30@205HudsonNYC

Turning

I never imagined

Written words over years

Fantasized about it

Took oil to canvas

Thirty One years ago I fell to this earth

Sent by your love to protect your heart

Here I am

Wasted and lost in this ache

No more fantasizing

And no more words carried on

Winter will turn into Spring

And Spring will turn into Summer

Summer will turn into Autumn

And the cycle of seasons will pass

I give up,

I’m turning my wings in.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.12.16:20:29@205HudsonNYC

Ten

Ten in the making

and ten passed by.

Tenth one third,

and ten to ten.

I’ve never been in love,

and I’ve never met an angel.

But ten passed ten,

that all changed.

I met an angel,

and I fell in love with her.

Ten times ten,

and the tenth of July.

Ten more waiting,

and the fourteenth of July.

Until ten times ten,

I’ll die in love.

Next to my angel

of ten.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.10.03:29:57@296NYC

Love & Death

You never really know what love is,

until the person you love has died.

You never really know what love is,

until you are confronted with death.

I was confronted.

I learned something today.

One will really discover who they are in love with,

If you think they have just died.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.09.14:17:18@296NYC

End

Not one,

Not even her,

Or his brother or his sister,

Not even his grandfather, mother or father.

Not even his co-worker, his friends out west or on other continents.

No one believed it would ever happen.

It was a cold day in New York.

Freezing to the bone.

Frigid.

Cool air collected in one corner of the room.

He had a headache.

Perfectly.

December 9th

A knock at the door

Found him dead on the floor.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.08.21:00:51@296NYC

Not Like This

It doesn’t end.

It won’t end like this.

The story I’m a part of,

The life I live,

Doesn’t end like this.

It still has to unfold,

Take turns,

Bend curves,

Go up mountains,

And down hills.

I’ve heard the heartbeat.

Beating like a drummer’s drum,

And singing like a choir’s hum.

I’ve heard the words spoken.

From your soft rose lips,

And from the gyration of your hips.

I’ve heard the flight of doves.

Flying above the trees that rustle,

And flying with a patriotic whistle.

I’ve heard ghosts in shadows.

Drifting in out of the corner,

And drifting lovers to the altar.

It doesn’t end,

Not until its accomplished.

Not until bread meets wine.

And wine touches my mouth.

It doesn’t end.

Not like this.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.01.17:02:00@205HudsonNYC