Half
Diseases are attracted to me
Descended from the dead sea
Errors multiply their answer
Points leading to cancer
Broken bones become one
Common bells ring done
Consequences form an alliance
Institute a living man’s defiance
Thankfulness exists during apology season
Truthful commitment to love’s treason
Empty cavity thrown
Sacred emotions sewn
Widows of paradise pray
Single most cast away
Barricade the long loss
Went to trial, went to cross
Bisected, Divided
Confided, Suicided
I am half,
Never complete
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.29.23:15:00@130BklynNYC
A Moment’s Notice
In a moment, you hear the calling.
A voice ringing from an Opera.
Quiet, powerful, ranging.
She sings from the deepness.
You soar internally.
You feel high above the earth.
Everything is real, paused, significant.
They all love you.
Heaven exists, it waits, its door is ajar.
Your arrival time is now.
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.13.13:30:59@130BklynNYC
Down In The Middle, Down In Front
Escaping the grasp
you have over me.
Capturing the last train out,
the last flight out.
Sinking:
Level One
Level Two
Level Three
And Level Four
Fighting for comfort
Fighting for a seat
Fighting for
maddening tea
and salty feet
My view, unlike yours,
Is filled with trees
and sky so blue and high
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.10.19:22:58@130BklyNYC
Morning Crows
29 degrees Fahrenheit
I stand there with
4’3”
4’9”
4’11”
and
5’1”
We wait, we freeze
That big yellow thing arrives
We insert ourselves into its cocoon
And off we go
To our daily prison
Away from Mom & Dad
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.09.09:21:00@130BklynNYC
The Romance In Suicide (Version #2)
Something must be said
About the wonderful calm feeling you must have
About the sensation you feel deep within
About the goose bumps that engulf your body’s surface
Something must be said
About the comfort you feel
About the off switch finally shut one last time
About the plug being pulled forever
Something must be said
About the last poetic moment of life
About the last breath taken
About the last word whispered
Something must be said
About the last sight witnessed
About the last salty tear tasted
About the last scent carried through
Something must be said
About the last reflection seen
About the last contemplated decision
About the last recalled memory
Something must be said
Nothing said; Nothing done
Something done; Nothing said
Something must be said
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.05.24:17:04@130BklynNYC
The Romance In Suicide
Something must be said
About the wonderful calm feeling you must have
About the sensation you feel deep within
About the goose bumps that engulf your body’s surface
Something must be said
About the comfort you feel
About the off switch finally shut one last time
About the plug being pulled forever
Something must be said
About the last poetic moment of life
About the last breath taken
About the last word whispered
Something must be said
About the last sight witnessed
About the last salty tear tasted
About the last scent carried through
Something must be said
About the last reflection seen
About the last contemplated decision
About the last recalled memory
Something must be said
Before you twist the rope around your neck
Before you dive into the cold waters of the bay
Before you pull the revolver’s trigger
Something must be said
Nothing said; Nothing done
Something done; Nothing said
Something must be said
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.05.24:14:33@130BklynNYC
Love (Version #23)
I can’t tell you the reasons why I love you.
I can’t tell you in little words.
I am not a poet.
I am an artist, but I am not a painter.
I am not a photographer and I am not a master of graphite.
So, my words mean nothing.
My art means nothing.
There are no gifts, no actions of dedication that will prove.
I can’t create music for you. I can’t write lyrics.
I can’t sing, dance, or perform magic.
I can’t be the father of your child.
I can’t be the perfect mate.
But know that I love you.
I beg you to know that simple fact.
It is my dear truth. The strongest feeling, I know.
This is not a poem.
This is not art.
Only little bits of zeros and ones.
Perhaps you’ll understand, perhaps not.
Only until my death, will you understand.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.12.15.23:44:00@130BklynNYC
I’ve Eaten
I thank you for the offer
It’s very kind of you
But I must decline
I must not have any
For I have eaten already
I’ve eaten
And I’m full
I must decline your offer
But really, it’s very kind of you
I appreciate your willingness
But I can’t accept
For I am no longer hungry
For I’ve eaten
Already, I’ve eaten
I’ve eaten the heart of my lover
The genitals of my enemy
And the brain of my father
I’ve eaten the breast of my mother
The hair of my grandparents
And drank my sister’s menstrual blood
You see -
I’ve eaten.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.12.15.22:22:10@130BklynNYC
A Chanukah Story
This is a Chanukah story.
Once, when I was little,
I pretended to be sick
so, I could skip going to school that day.
Because I was so excited for the first night of Chanukah.
I faked my sickness and I tricked my parents,
and I stayed home from school that day.
That evening we had dinner and then celebrated Chanukah
by lighting the candles and exchanging presents.
All I go was a lousy blanket.
No toy, no gadget, no cool item of the year.
Just a lousy blanket for my bed.
That is my Chanukah story.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.12.07.15:54:21@130BklynNYC
This is Suicide
I have an introduction to make.
You, you there, please meet my friend,
Suicide.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.12.04.01:43:15@130BklynNYC
F, F
I got your letter in the mail yesterday.
You told me —
your feelings, your thoughts.
your poems, your memories.
Included a photograph of how you look now.
I see your son, he looks just like me.
I wish I hadn’t moved so far away.
I wish we didn’t part.
I wish for so many things.
We could forget, we could forgive.
But I don’t know if I could, with Franklin being there.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.12.04.01:38:17@130BklnNYC
I Killed Father
What did they expect?
Something better? Time to go by with no action done?
Did you really expect me to do nothing?
To sit back and relax? To witness the in justice? The wrong? The illegal?
I was tired of no action. I was tired of nothing happening. I was tired of the horrible.
I became focused. I realized my dream. I did my job. I helped society.
I seek no reward. No medal of honor. No salute.
I did what I had to do.
I killed father.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.12.02.19:15:59@130BklynNYC
Dying A Long Death Without Love
I am not asking you to pay attention
I am not asking for sympathy
I do not plea
I don’t deserve anything
I am not entitled
I am not supposed
I am not given
I am not shown
I am not delivered
I am only you
Only what you could have been
I am calm, washed, clean
I am alive, living, not dead
Until recently
Undiscovered
Turned a corner
I looked, gazed
So slowly
A moment passed
Gone
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.11.30.16:18:27@130BklynNYC
Magnet
Learning from cheap fucks.
Lawyers bombard you with uncontrolled fees.
Enhanced, results may vary.
Yet still, over and over.
You might just find something else.
If you look beneath the rock, scaled the wall, or opened the door.
Set aside your shadows.
Leave your empty heart behind.
Now is the time.
I plea, I scream, I chant -
Can you hear me?
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.11.22.09:08:24@130BKLYN
In The Rain
Wet shirt stuck to my self
Skin tight
Standing in the middle of the street
Hurting inside
The rain carries my tears
I cut myself
And die in the rain
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.11.13.11:34:50@130BKLYN
The Reason I Cry
I cry because of my long wait
My amazement
I am witness
I am history
Never in my life
Have I seen such a dedication
A choice
A divide
No wait is too painful
No wait has been so memorable
A small sacrifice
For a worldly change
Warm weather awaits your decision
Your right
Your duty
I cry because
We turned out
We unite
We vote
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.11.04.11:07:00@PS92BrooklynNYC - Election Day USA
Eight Servings
Yesterday I had so many
My stomach hurt; my stomach ached
I went to the doctor, I went to the witch
I connected and I fell
I established and I stumbled
I created and I demolished
Yesterday I only had one
I took some medication, I took some drugs
My hand contemplated feeling, but never did
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.31.08:54:00@130BklynNYC
So Many Times
Every encounter
With every moment
With every calendar day
With each month
Every second
Hour after hour
With every person
Every lover
Every sexual encounter
With every visit
Every solution
Every consumption
Daily
Minute by minute
Every full moon
Every cycle
Every revolution
Every evolution
Numerous
Every occasion
Every holiday
Every day off
Every time
Suicide
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.30.17:05:30@130BklynNYC