Old Crusty Hole
I couldn’t help but enter
I was lured in
Tempted by the fate of promising jewels
Hidden aged diamonds
One never knows what you’ll discover in caves
Or dusty tombs
And nooks and crannies beneath ancient pyramids
So I put on my archaeologist hat
And took the adventure
Digging around
First you go in with your hands
Feeling around
Touching the walls
Blindly not know what you’re feeling
This rough texture
This sandpaper
The walls are flaking apart
Aged particles falling off
Bark like a tree disintegrating in your hands
Dust coughing, clouds parting
I feel around not knowing what I’m searching
Trying to figure out if this hole is big enough
Trying to figure out if its acceptable
Can such treasures be found here?
Could I really go hunting inside here?
How deep could I go in?
After my initial search
I figured it was time for the exploration
With my past behind me
My weapon in front of me
I’m ready to go forth
These walls wrapped around me
I feel so enclosed
Encompassed
Like an old aged home
A library never read
A closet never opened
A coffin coming alive
This hole becoming ripe
I see the scratch marks my fingers made
Grey cracked walls
Peeling and chipped
No leakage
Barely able to breathe
I can’t find any air inside this hole
I dig deeper and deeper for this treasure
I know I’ll find it here some place
And gain this grand pleasure
These walls crumble around me
So bridle they fall and fail
These old walls collapse
Into a pile of dust
Deep inside this old crusty hole
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.03.19.15:49:48@130BklynNYC
The Last Voice
I put the last call in
No one answered
Penned and written
The ink well is dry
Envelope is sealed
Hidden and delivered
Hope is forgotten
Love is all I wanted
You called me
You told me not to die
You were the last voice I heard
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.03.15.16:12:47@550NYC
Now
Sitting there
Next to my nameless friend
Hearing the orchestra perform
Their instruments echoed through the great hall
Three tiers above the ground floor
I think about jumping off
Thoughts enter as they often do
But for yet another reason I don’t
The canyon is free today
Toothless lady behind us waves a flag
Memorable wed woman wears fishnet stockings
Outside rain gently coats the winter streets
I feel so uncomfortable in my chair
I question to myself, “Is it hot in here?”
My head feels warm.
My clothes are uncomfortable
My throat is sore from my medications
These eyes of mine are burning
I’m hungry, yearning for food
Thirsty, for water, for purity
My insides hurt
I have an itch, a tingle
I begin to scratch
The center of my chest
I no longer hear the music
It’s all irrelevant
I can’t see my nameless friend next to me
I scratch this carnivorous itch
I unbutton my shirt
Placing my hand against my skin
Scratching, scratching, scratching
I feel this burning inside
Rough burlap bags on fire
Spools of barbed wire fighting for position
Vultures pecking at my insides
I must scratch my itch
My fingernails dig deeper
I’m making red streaks across my chest
I scratch at my itch
My itch becomes more powerful
I tear at my flesh
And my skin comes off
The philharmonic ignores me
And I avoid them
I dig
I dig out my flesh
I scratch out my flesh
Until I reach bone
I scratch until I come to my sternum
I pick at it, picking off my flesh
This itch
This constant itch
Blood is on my fingers, on my hand
As I scratch I remove more layers
Scratch and dig deeper
Dig a hole into my bone
Snap my bone
Break and crack
My breast bone splinters
Pieces scatter into the undisturbed stale air
I scratch until I can no longer scratch
I pull out my heart, is itching
I scratch and scratch my heart
I scratch this itching heart
My heart is in the palm of my hand
Still beating, I ask,
What do I do now?
What do I do now?
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.02.25.17:20:05@550NYC
In
No turning back
Not heading towards a heart attack
No way to halt
Not turning into a pillar of salt
No direction given
Not an indication of being forgiven
No signals have been alerted
Not the slightest chance of being deserted
No more poetry worth penning
Not a poison in the world preventing
No military brigade could stop
Not the greatest dive off a cliff drop
No escape from fate
Not going to portray myself with hate
No tension released
Not going down on you to feast
No talking with conversation
Not able to rid of admiration
No possibility to find a way out
Not ever going to be your devout
No more pride holding my head high
Not even death would make this feeling die
Once you’re in, you're in
And when you’re in,
You’re in
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.02.17.18:11:00@NYC
Silently Destroyed
Without warning –
I was attacked
The deadly serpent
Has been stalking me
Watching my every move for the past few months
Watching my comings and goings
Watching my daily routine
She tortured me
She wailed her songs
She lured me with her dance
She punctured my tough skin with her razor sharp teeth
She sucked everything out of me
She removed all of my vital organs
She dug out my heart from its skeletal shell
Without warning –
I was attacked
The serpent came
Quietly and slowly
From behind she crept
Beneath dark winter clouds
While time was passing on the evolutionary clock
I didn’t see it coming
These terrorist tribunals
These tremendous troubles
These explosive endearments
She stole my season
She captured all my reason
She made me commit to love’s treason
Without warning –
I was attacked
Night and day
She ate me alive
And she hijacked my heart
Now I am defeated
And now I am destroyed
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.02.08.01:35:18@130BklynNYC
Like
I like your status
I like your photo
I like your link
and I like your video
I like your joke
I like your post
I like your friend
and I like your quote
I like your emoticon
I like your letters
I like your punctuation
and I like your sentences
I like your favorites
I like your list
I like your pages
and I like your likes
I like your cities
I like your countries
I like your travel
and I like your time
I like your updates
I like your comments
I like your persuasion
and I like your responses
I like your contribution
I like your talk
I like your discussion
and I like your vulnerability
I like your portrait
I like your gaze
I like your eyes
and I like you
© 2011 David Greg Harth
2011.02.02.13:29:18@550NYC
Oceans Become Men
We throw ourselves into the ocean
Because we are single men with a noble notion
We flood love upon our defiant muses
As impaled swords leave our hearts with bruises
We have orchids weaved together to make our battle armor
It is our faithful duty to be the romantic charmer
We came forth as warrior poets have risen
Our consciousness confines us into our own prison
We lure you with our poetic harmony in our hymns
And die for you in an instant or give up each of our limbs
We are the ancient guardians of chivalry
And surrender to our heart’s honesty
We are brave enough for any wreckage at sea
Our sensuality is matched with our curiosity
We drown with our voices unheard
Our engagement comes on the third
We stand with dignity without regrets
These departures are only empty threats
We ride fire chariots to the sun
And we pocket the suicidal gun
We follow the searching sparrow
To our very own crucifixion by arrow
We are lost as we mourn
Remembering the very reason, we were born
We are the defenders of truth
The unrivaled hunters who go sleuth
We are angels on patrol
And into our mouth we put coal
We are dreamers who confess
And die lonely deaths
We are ocean men
And we are holy men
We flood you with our love till the very last end
When oceans become men
And men become oceans
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.01.29.02:55:41@130BklynNYC
Robot Whore
Robot Whore
Sucking on my thick cock
Always going back for more
Never beating the clock
Robot Whore
I command her to sit and stay
Her clothes I ripped and tore
Without hesitation she did obey
Robot Whore
Sink your throat down on me
Kneel and drop to the floor
Become my sin and my escapee
Robot Whore
Swallowing every last drop
Over and over, she is so sore
She gushes when she’s on top
Robot Whore
Bite marks covering her bare skins
Doing her sloppy to ignore
Big tits forming gigantic twins
Robot Whore
Sinking teeth into flesh
Conflicting emotions at war
Slap her face for being fresh
Robot Whore
She’s compliant and she begs
With rough fucking we hardcore
The slut has no eggs
Robot Whore
Fishnet stockings on her thighs
I fucked, I cursed, I swore
Bulging cock in disguise
Robot Whore
Making me shoot a creamy cum
When I explode, I let out a roar
Multiple convulsions with a hum
Robot Whore
Only a fat thick cock incredibly hard
Missing the she I so greatly adore
Memories of you, I now discard
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.01.27.24:44:56@130BklynNYC
One Brick, Two Brick
One Brick, Two Brick,
Three Brick, Four
Four Brick, Five Brick,
Six Brick, Seven
Seven Brick, Eight Brick,
Nine Brick, Ten
Ten Bricks, Twenty Bricks
Thirty Bricks, Forty
Forty Bricks, Fifty Bricks
One Hundred Bricks tall
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.01.18.15:23:46@550NYC
Once Belonging
There once was a time when I belonged to you
That time is gone, forever gone
You had encompassed my heart
Every beat I had, was a beat for you
But now that you are gone
And I am still here
My heart no longer belongs to you
For that once upon a time
Is forever gone
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.01.17.1519:06@323NYC
When Snow Falls, Clouds Speak
Snow cascades down upon me
Covering my head
Surrounding me toe to knee
In a blanket of white
My wandering mind wonders
Everything seemed so right
The clouds speak to me
Reminders of you
In everything I do and see
I’ll lean way back to kiss the sky
With an arch to heaven
I confess my heart does not lie
My heart says take me
It shouts louder than the cloud’s reach
Stretches further than the vast sea
Beneath these clouds I put my ear
I listen to your untold stories
Your secret whispers are what I hear
Falling frozen crystals bind to me
Each snowflake is encrypted with the same message
They each say you have the key
These speaking clouds gently drift by
I remember the sensational touch of your soft skin
And the delicate twinkle in your eye
Notes fall from the sky for me
Revelations of sweetness and desire
Tales of love and tranquility
In the snowy night I hear your voice
Each passing cloud brings time closer
In the future I know we shall rejoice
This snow around me is waist deep
Collect your dreams at night
Alongside you I wish to sleep
Clouds of yesterday talk to me
Thinking of you each moment I’m alive
Next time I will forever kiss thee
Today and tomorrow, you are missing
From this snowy earth to this cloudy stratosphere
It is you I miss kissing
When the time is right for you and me
Nothing can deny these meeting souls
Everlasting love is what I foresee
So, with a breath of fresh air
Clouds have spoken and snow has fallen
I am your mate and I am your hare
I bid you farewell to you from me
Silently I depart with awakening storms
Know that my heart is yours entirely
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.01.15.03:30:23@130BklynNYC
Losing
Nobody told me that I would lose my pacifier
and nobody told me that I would lose my toy car
I lost my place in line and lost my seat
I lost my papers and lost my ticket
Nobody told me that I would lose my religion
and nobody told me that I would lose my luggage
I lost my way home and lost my puzzle piece
I lost my voice and lost my mix tape
Nobody told me that I would lose my virginity
and nobody told me that I would lose my job
I lost my dog and I lost my cat
I lost my grandmother and I lost my grandfather
Nobody told me that I would lose my apartment
and nobody told me I would lose my gift
I lost my check and lost my fluid
I lost my socks and lost my way
Nobody told me that I would lose my spot reading
and nobody told that I would lose my line drawing
I lost my father and I lost my direction
I lost my thread and lost my cookies
Nobody told me that I would lose my balance
and nobody told me that I would lose my self
I lost my fear and lost my security
I lost my pride and lost my glue
Nobody told me that I would lose my memory
and nobody told me that I would lose my dream
I lost my competition and lost my judgment
I lost my entry and lost my degree
Nobody told me that I would lose my fight
and nobody told me that I would lose my teeth
I lost my invitation and lost my sensation
I lost my position and lost my inspiration
Nobody told me that I would lose my eyesight
and nobody told me that I would lose my hearing
I lost my hope and lost my tears
I lost my drive and lost my time
Nobody told me that I would lose you
and when I lost you,
I lost my heart.
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.01.07.13:00:03@550MadisonNYC
Sinking In Sorrow
I am sinking,
Water up to my neck,
I can’t help my ache.
Wanting you
Like never before,
Never healed.
Never in love.
I am sinking,
Over the rush.
Climbing and tackling,
Taking the journey
Head on.
I am sinking,
Following your steps.
Avoiding the flood.
The drops of pain.
Love is all around.
I’m here,
Always for you.
I am sinking,
My heart is breaking.
An ensemble of
Cloaked mourners gather.
Under dark skies
Bagpipers play.
Drowning out these
Tears of love.
I am sinking,
I’ve written you a love song.
I’ll whisper it in your ear,
As you get lost
In my arms.
I am sinking.
© 2005-11 David Greg Harth
05.07.01.21:56:00@NYC
11.01.05.16:59:21@550NYC
Water Solutions
Too slippery too salty too clear too milky too dark.
Too wet too smooth too hard too bitter too sweet.
Too chemically too thin too fat too cold too hot.
Too airy too thick too green too blue too metal.
Too old too new too silky too grainy too rough.
Too filled too empty too broad too wide too hidden.
Too deep too shallow too yellow too hollow too tainted.
Too fast too slow too much too fluid too damp.
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.01.05.16:37:39@550MadisonNYC
The Beginning Until The End
Even in the beginning
Examiners knew the end was near
It was fate, and fate brought this upon me
There was no revolt
Or revolution
There was no review
Or recognition
Even in the middle
Enthusiasts knew the end was near
It was fate, and fate brought this upon me
There was no comprehension
Or calculation
There was no communism
Or cease
Even in the end
Evolution didn’t reverse
It was fate, and fate brought this early death
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.01.03.16:26:28@550MadisonNYC