No Need For Jongelinck, I Only Need You
Over the course of years
I have walked and wandered and wondered
I have played and prayed and portrayed
I have tried and failed and paid and even got laid
Over the course of years
Beyond these stories and fairytales and hymns
Beyond these sonnets and poems and lyrics
Beyond these written notes, text messages and phone calls
Over the course of years
I was leading something that was so false
But it all comes so clear to me now
I don’t need Jongelinck
I only need you
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.16.24:40:32@130BklynNYC
Eat Me A Banana
Take it all the way in
You eat it perfectly
Oh, so perfectly that even months after
I remember the moment
That you ate that banana
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.16.24:26:29@130BklynNYC
Once
I had no intention
To fall in love with you
There are times
When one cannot prevent such chance
Such circumstance and happenstance
When one cannot predict
Such connection and magnetism
I had no intention
To fall in love with you
There are times
When these feelings are beyond our control
Such feelings reside so deep
When these emotions are admitted
Such beauty and positivity could be had
I had no intention
To fall in love with you
There are times
When no matter how hard you try too not
Such emanating souls intertwine
When no matter how hard you try to avoid
Such passionate harmony exists
I had no intention
To fall in love with you
But now I’m in love with you
And I’ve written it down
So, you know
And everyone knows
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.15.08:28:52@130BklynNYC
Women of Sierra Leone
Like clusters of sugary cereals on statuesque aisles
Cocoa Puffs, Cap'n Crunch, and Lucky Charms in high piles
Between surrounding swordsmen from other conquering tribes
Searching for the mate who will become our brides
She'll judge our faithful eyes and loving courage
As we break free of our prison and bondage
She'll be our bona fide canon and lover of truth
Escape our sweetest tooth and honest youth
She'll be our milk and our honey forever
Interlace us and challenge us with the foremost endeavor
Our greatest ambition is to achieve such grace
And have her hand in such a place
To have that hand she must give all
Before he puts up the monumental wall
© 2011 David Greg Harth
2011.11.14.13:37:00@130BklynNYC
Leaving, Entering
One leaves
One enters
Like a revolving door
and escalators that go up and down
Like the life cycle of birth and death
and metamorphosis of caterpillar to butterfly
One leaves
One enters
Like changing seasons
and changing diapers
Changing clothes
and changing flights
One leaves
One enters
Like bubbles bursting
and snowflakes melting
Like bruises healing
and baby teeth falling out
One leaves
One enters
Like shooting stars entering the atmosphere
and day changing to night
Like the ocean’s high and low tide
and diamonds discovered among non-worthy gems
When one leaves
Another one enters
When one enters
The other has left
This is the cycle
The constant cycle of
Leaving and entering
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.14.09:10:41@130BklynNYC
Awareness
I am aware when my skin is damp
I feel the wetness surround me
Whether it be from the autumn rain
Or an ocean swell
I am aware when midnight strikes
Darkness blankets the earth
From the deepest terrain to the furthest star
My concealed eyes observe nothing
I am aware when new beginnings arise
Scents of blooming flowers penetrate
I hear the buzz of honey bees hover
Hummingbirds sing in orchestrated unison
I am aware when you are true
When your bravery is portrayed with tears
When your lips meet my lips
Time stands still and is envious
When these two souls engage
However,
I am unaware how far I should place
thee dagger into thy heart
I only hope its puncturing depth
will relieve this heartache I’m in
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.13.01:00:54@130BklynNYC
Labyrinth
My heart is guarded by a labyrinth
of spirals of razor barbed wire
Moats filled with electric eels and serpents
Iron plated stonewalls one hundred feet high
Barricades made of previous heart slayer’s skeletons
My heart is guarded by a labyrinth
of poisonous snakes and molten lava pits
Defensive positions by undertakers
Burning ambers and cliffs of fire
Towering embankments of victims past
My heart is guarded by a labyrinth
of sharp stalagmites and stalactites
Ruthless scavengers of the plains
Barriers of vast parched desert
Horrid echoing screams from the tortured
My heart is guarded by a labyrinth
of armed battalion volunteers
Ballistas and mangonels abreast
Columns of aimed artillery
Thousands of murder holes
My heart is guarded by a labyrinth
of nothing that can’t be conquered
Decimated and dismantled
Destroyed and disassembled
My heart
has been seized by you
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.12.18:34:07@323NYC
Are You My Enemy?
State hung
Out of this first impression
Made a second
Stood on the corner of 1st and 1st
Feeding homeless near Grand Central
The man who itches, he twitches, he asks,
“Sir, sir, are you my enemy?”
In a calm voice, quietly,
I say “No, I am your son.”
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.12.18:21:12@323NYC
2008-2011
Something We’re Not
When I was a baby
I was something I was not
When I was a child
I was something I was not
When I was a teenager
I was something I was not
When I was a young man
I was something I was not
When I was a man
I was something I was not
I am something I am not
And I am not something I am
Something I was and something I will be
Somethings are different and somethings are better
Better to be something than not something
And better to be something else than nothing at all
Something is better than nothing
And nothing could be better than something
If that something is something you are not
When I was something
I was not
And when I was not something
I was something
When something is wrong
Write something down
When something is written
Something is forgiven
And when something is forgiven
Something is not
And not something is still something
But something is not what I want
When all you want is something
Something else
And something you are not
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.12.10:13:13@130BklynNYC
Explaining Death
One day
The lonesome horseback riders
Drift upwards under the secrecy of the fog
Creeping from the hidden black sea
Ascend the rugged cliff sides
One day
Shed tears drown out a raven’s call
Extracted discoveries interrupted
Forgotten past brought forth
Torture until the end
One day
Taken and stolen
Ended while the koto was played
Buried without a granted wish
Snow blanketed the warm coffin
One day
There will be no one
To explain to you
What happened to me
And I’ll be gone
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.11.20:05:33@130BklynNYC
Unleash
Reveal the lion inside me
Let me roar an echoing proclamation
I’ll make shadows run for cover
As birds take an early migration
Water will flow upstream
Our ventricles will fill with hydration
The ground beneath us will quake
Swallowing our hearts with a radiant palpitation
End the eternal search
We have found our salvation
Allow these feelings to validate
Secrets turn into affirmation
I stand before you
I stand before everyone on this earth
I stand before every member of every nation
With my deepest declaration,
I proclaim –
Unleash my heart!
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.11.18:40:59@323NYC
Unlock
With a wooden spoon, stir the tea
In a hidden safe, put away the key
Venturing into the unknown
No more days of being alone
Inside your heart I’ve started a fire
You’ll never forget my eyes of sapphire
No sense in blocking the unconventional
These emotions are multidimensional
Delete the borders and erase the distance
Surrender to your own resistance
I’ve escaped the artificial
Everything with you is beyond celestial
We’ll orbit the sun, the moon, and the stars
This warmth heals our internal scars
Our breathless silence shall pass
My affection for you will last
As witness to my eyes
I’ll harmonize your midnight cries
Put away your defense
Hand in hand we shall commence
This love is now for hire
Have I found a repeat buyer?
My heart is yours, I will never sever
Take it and occupy it forever
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.10.24:11:43@130BklynNYC
Complications Of Heart Surgery
Sadly, earlier today, artist David Greg Harth died of complications from heart surgery. Harth was scheduled for what was supposed to be a routine procedure. Harth was following in the footsteps of his father and grandfather, when at the young age of 36, he was to undergo a triple bypass procedure at NewYork-Presbyterian Columbia University Medical Center. While the surgery went smoothly, Harth never woke up from anesthesia while in the intensive care unit and died in a state of unconsciousness. Harth is survived by his loving wife and two children. There will be a public memorial held this coming Sunday at one of Harth’s favorite places for French toast, NoHo Star in lower Manhattan. The family requests that in lieu of words of sympathy or flowers, one could make donations in his name to the American Foundation For AIDS Research or The American Academy of Neurology Foundation.
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.06.16:16:05@130BklynNYC
The Emperor Has Returned
Emerging from silence
One thousand years forgotten
He becomes tranquil
Among past thieves
With pheasants roaming
And doves aviating
The Emperor has returned
Awakened from a deaf suspension
Awakened from a blind desolation
Emerging from secrecy
Time became irrelevant
He becomes euphoric
Among past maidens
With comrades commandeering
And enemies vanishing
The Emperor has returned
Awakened from a still coma
Awakened from a written dogma
Quest of the darkest deep
Shattering the ground beneath
Has interrupted this very sleep
His warriors end the pursuit
From latitude and longitude
They’ve given up the route
Endless to the very end
Beyond the cliffs of paradise
Only now he may transcend
The Emperor has returned
Awakened from an untimely death
Birthed once more into locus amoenus
With this kiss he has one more breath
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.01.23:11:39@130BklynNYC
Uncharted Territory
For over three decades
I have treaded in the ocean
I have surfed each available sea
I have searched multiple continents
And I have scurried lands far and wide
With each nautical map I follow
My sails have always led me towards you
My bow always pointed me towards you
Each direction given
Each wind blown
I was just a lost man on a voyage
Now found
In this uncharted territory
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.10.31.12:55:59@130BklynNYC
List of 10: Women I thought I was in love with
1. Alice
2. Cheryl
3. Tanya
4. Jessica
5. Estella
6. Jane
7. Phoebe
8. Wendy
9. Camille
10. Allison
Note: Names have been changed to protect the identity of those mentioned
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.10.27.22:15:09@130BklynNYC
List of 10: Women I was in love with
1. Mary
2. Jude
3. Abigail
4. Tiffany
5. Joyce
6. Hillary
7. Nicole
8. Veronica
9. Gina
10. Deborah
Note: Names have been changed to protect the identity of those mentioned
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.10.27.22:14:09@130BklynNYC
Beginning (Version #2)
Sometimes
The wind sweeps
And creeps up behind you
Knocks you off your feet
So unexpectedly
You drift and float
Into the sky
With the ground no longer in your sight
You just glide
From cloud to cloud
Riding the breeze
At the journey’s beginning
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.10.21.11:00:16@130BklynNYC
Frost
Frost
Chilling up my spine
Executing my mortality
Frost
Delivering the final blow
Echoing my dreams into eternity
Frost
Deleting my memories
My bones being pulled by gravity
Frost
Catapulting my fantasies
Interfering with my true destiny
Frost
Wishing I was never erect
My heart is always an empty cavity
Frost
Transporting my mind everywhere
Emotions in an uncontrollable velocity
Frost
Claiming what is rightfully mine
Taking early my innocent fidelity
Frost
Losing control to pressure
Giving up my sanity
Frost
Exquisite corpse cold to the touch
I have no immunity
Frost
Now that I’ve been dismembered and disemboweled
Love and Life is filled with absolute clarity
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.10.07.16:37:17@130BklynNYC