I Saw Her Once, I Saw Her Twice

I saw her once,

            I saw her twice

I took out the tin from the locked safe

It held my heart in hidden isolation

From the last till this day

It’s time to surrender to temptation

Seduction has begun

This heart of mine is no longer concealed

The curtain has fallen

I’ve put down my armor and relinquished my shield

I saw her once,

            I saw her twice

First she became a vision

I’m captured and I surrender

Future approaches

Soft kisses tender

Second she became a memory

I’m still and charmed

Standing here with extended hands

Seized with curiosity and unarmed

Third sighting unseen

This story is revealing and untold

Prediction may yield true

This tale will certainly unfold

I saw her once,

            I saw her twice

I’ll see her thrice

            Her beauty is my vice

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.03.12.12:50:37@130BklynNYC

Lift Your Bacon

Pull aside your lips

Release the bacon

For I am the pig

Who eats his own self

Pull aside your lips

Part your hips

For I am the pig

Who eats his own self

I’m the cannibal

At the foot of your bed

I drool at your toes

And hope for your leftovers

Pull aside your sheets

Allow me to enter

I’m going to eat you

And I am the pig

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.03.03.24:11:46@130BklynNYC

Monster

He cannot be satisfied

He seeks multiple partners

Of all ages and all races

He wants to watch

And wants to be watched

He keeps track of what states

He keeps track of what countries

He photographs, he videos, he sketches

He fantasizes, he remembers, he repeats

He pushes, he pulls, he rubs

He needs it like a drug

So deeply seeded

It has become part of his every day hour

Making pornography

Watching pornography

Living pornography

He searches and seeks

He cannot be satisfied

Doesn’t matter who you are

No matter your talent

No matter your drive

For he is the monster

With a monster

He is the sex monster

He is me

I am the sex monster

And the sex monster is me

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.02.24.16:37:37@130BklynNYC

Casket

Mourners come from afar

Men marched with bagpipes down crowded streets

Crows groan haunting caws

Grey skies covered the monolith buildings of New York

The papers read

"He is dead. He is dead."

Nothing more was needed to be said

Each friend and each lover

Came to pay their respect

Passing in

And passing out

His casket could not be opened

Because death from a broken heart

Is the most gruesome death of all

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.02.23.11:15:55@130BklynNYC

Invalid

I was in love with you

Everyone in our worlds knew it

My faithful affection was true

Ever since you abandoned me

I’ve been trapped in my own prison

Each night I make a wailing plea

I have been unable to repair

This shattered lifeless heart

Nor pull myself from this unbearable despair

Without you I cannot exist

For uncovered reasons

I have slit my wrist

Do not fear

I’ve written you a poem to remember me by

Maybe now you’ll shed a tear

This is not that verse

But if I am dead

Things cannot be worse

Ponder this last ballad

Now that I am gone

I have become invalid

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.02.20.02:33:33@130BklynNYC

Never See You Again

As promised

As committed

As agreed upon

As it was written

What if grey clouds told truth?

And I kept each fallen tooth?

What if every time a bell rang I headed down south?

And locusts came out of my mouth?

What if the frozen land consumed me whole?

And my heart was given back to me which you stole?

What if venom was my copulating fluid that you swallowed?

And from now until eternity your shadow was followed?

What if the gates were closed upon arrival?

And your lies prevented you from your own survival?

As promised

As committed

As agreed upon

As it was written

I’ll never see you again

This is our fate

While every human

Will sit around and wait

Waiting for death

And waiting for love

What if the grey clouds told truth?

And I gave you my last breath?

As promised

As committed

As agreed upon

As it was written

Never see you again

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.02.18.09:41:55@130BklynNYC

Saying Goodbye

For dozens of years, I’ve whispered your name

No matter how many times you’ve disappeared

The dreadful day approaches the same

Beneath these falling snow flakes

I separate the clouds and part the seas

When I’m in love, I never halt the brakes

So, when I hover over you in your deepest sleep

Share secrets of my heart with your dreams

Do not fear and do not weep

For I’ve come to guide you and rescue you

My honest chivalry and sublime passion

Worn on my sleeve, shown through and through

Before I depart

Know my veracity

I loved you more than my art

Once more I shall see your seductive eyes

I shall put up my sail and be on my way

After we say our last goodbyes

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.02.11.09:59:53@130BklynNYC

The Moment

The moment

When your infatuation becomes love

When your addiction becomes love

The moment

When your expenditure becomes love

When your every breadth becomes love

The moment

When your averted crisis becomes love

When your best friend becomes love

These are the moments

That bring tears to my eyes –

That drown me into the darkest and deepest

Most emotional area of fate

Of my most fragile state

The moment

When your selling of art becomes love

When your subject becomes love

The moment

When your game playing becomes love

When your courtship becomes love

The moment

When your crush becomes love

When your date becomes love

These are the moments

That bring tears to my eyes –

That bring sorrow to my heart

And shatter the stars

Which heal my internal scars

The moment

When your fantasy become love

When your secret becomes love

The moment

When your own shadow becomes love

When your own name becomes love

The moment

When your facts become love

When your history becomes love

These are the moments

That bring tears to my eyes –

When an arrow pierces through and through

When no escape from the inevitable is near

And all you can do is surrender to every tear

The moment

When your blindness becomes love

When your consumption becomes love

The moment

When your expiration becomes love

When your experience becomes love

The moment

When your reasoning becomes love

When your existence becomes love

These are the moments

That bring tears to my eyes –

When the pain is unbearable

When your constant objections

And your truth become my reflections

The moment

When your last choice is your own decision

When your only choice is your only decision

And when you're in love

There is no other choice

But is to follow it with everything you've got

That moment

That is “The” moment.

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.01.03.22:40:44@130BklynNYC

A Dozen Times

A dozen times I’ve told you that I love you.

A dozen times you’ve rejected my claim.

I lurk in the shadows

Peering at you from hidden corners

I play hide and seek with your emotions

Pretending your heart is an elevator to enlightenment

I’ve been told I’ll be alone forever

Unless I sort out these variety packs

Alter these habitual habits of yesterday

Change my ways of nocturnal exploration

A dozen times I’ve told you that I love you.

A dozen times you’ve rejected my claim.

I rise up on infatuation highs

Like the heroin I shot up

Drink my sorrows into oblivious slurs

Look at myself in the magic mirror

Each woman I’ve fallen in love with

Takes me for a poetic journey

Damaging my epicenter unintentionally

With their intentional misguidance

A dozen times I’ve told you that I love you.

A dozen times you’ve rejected my claim.

Our story was the greatest secret untold

From the suicidal agreement

To the exchange of self-inflicted disease

The bearings of direction kept us straight

I’ve filed a counter suit

I’m filling charges against you

Bringing in the law

And the men in finest suits

A dozen times I’ve told you that I love you.

A dozen times you’ve rejected my claim.

Our lives flashed before us

We were headed for a collision course

The consumers and commuters saw it

Sisters knew truths and mothers too

We both wished for something beautiful

But our loss was greater than our gains

The destruction of our consciousness

Became the focal point of our existence

A dozen times I’ve told you that I love you.

A dozen times you’ve rejected my claim.

A dozen times I tried to forget you

A dozen times I tried to leave you

A dozen times I tried to love you

A dozen times I tried to mend you

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.12.17.11.31.00@550NYC

There Were Three

I can name all three of them

There were three women

From different mothers

And in their own time

During their own lives

They destroyed the very heart

That existed deep inside me

I can name all three of them

These women were filled

With such passion and intellect

Each one radiated with a fire

Of care and talent

Each totally different than the other

Yet similar in fate

I can name all three of them

I will not speak of their name to you

I will not yield any hints as to who they are

But there were three thus far

Who annihilated by heart

Who obliterated the very core of what made me beat

I can name all three of them

They each stole my heart

Each woman was strong yet innocent

Each woman was filled with luring deception

I can name all three of them

For each took a dagger to my heart

Each tore the flesh off my bones

And each stabbed me with the thrusting of a bayonet

I can name all three of them

There is one extreme similarity to all three

It is not their name nor origin

It is not their hair color nor residence

It is not their eye color nor height

It is not their occupation or ethnicity

Rather I fell in love with each of them

Before —

I can name all three of them

And they can name me

With confidence

Your name will be the name I whisper

That I take with me into the shadows

During the death that I decide to lead

© David Greg Harth

12.11.18.15:54:06@323NYC

Confronting the Wind

I opened the door

I should have never opened it

I should have kept the door closed

This is how people lose their limbs

And lose their minds

This is how people lose their belongings

And lose their heart

I walked down the street

The wind was stirring up something

The leaves flew across the dimly lit street

There was a howling in the distance

And a howling close by

It was cold

With a light rain

There was something brewing just off shore

Sure to be brutal

Sure to be a nature’s beast

I walked down the street

And into the park

It was dark

And cold

My mind became an echo

My mind became a prison

My mind constantly tries to overthrow

My heart’s overwhelming lead in decisions

I stood up with clenched fists

Screaming at the ignited clouds

Yelling for someone or something

To release me of the constant pain I’m in

This ache I can no longer take

With no answer, I faced mother

I kneeled down and said by goodbyes

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.10.28.22:53:09@130BklynNYC

Lover of Lies

It was a battle of he said she said

Things were thrown across the room

Including her bloody rag

Glass broken

At our feet

We were young

Didn’t know any better

Blind to the truth and reality

Immature kids causing scars to our hearts

She loved to tell stories

She would exaggerate

And lie through her teeth

The best lie she ever told

Was that she loved me

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.10.05.21:39:12@323NYC

Didn’t

Didn’t hear your voice calling my name

Didn’t turn around

And didn't get off the exit ramp

I know how much you wanted children

As did I

But sometimes our biology prevents it

We tried

We failed

I know how much you wanted me to be someone who I was not

Richer

Smarter

Taller

Thinner

I know how much it hurt you

But not once

Didn’t hear your voice

And

Didn’t answer your plea

Didn’t hear your voice

And

Didn’t forget it either

Didn’t turn off

And didn’t turn the key

Didn’t hear your voice

And didn't ask for more

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.10.05.21:23:29@323NYC

For The Vanished

The grey skies swallowed up your colorful existence

Disappeared under the blanketing clouds of New York

They tell me that time brings healing distance

My subconsciousness repeats visions of you

Reproducing each evening walk and day light kiss

Wish I had viral encephalitis again from the flu

Affection for you overflowed like scorching lava

That love I had was of the deadliness venom

Placed a tourniquet around my superior vena cava

I’m the faithful poet soldier with the greatest fidelity

Only memories of you are constant

Like a hamster spinning its wheel of eternity

Recollections of you begin to fade

I hope for a life full of amnesia

It was inevitable that my heart was to be betrayed

The echo of your voice now dissolved

No more whispers of unlawful infatuation

Now free from my clenching heart and absolved

You were a humming bird’s song and a tulip’s bloom

Long vanished from my existence

Forever I’m buried in a lover’s tomb

I did not ask for this torture and anguish inside

Perpetual unbearable pain and agony

Makes me want to commit the grandest suicide

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.10.02.16:59@323NYC

Bee Hive

The wall has been broken

Even when you are no longer alive

Those three words never spoken

My heart is busy as a hive

I remember when we would first date

Each evening in bed we would spoon

No one believed that it was our fate

We would challenge the sun and moon

You left my arms so suddenly

Even after I shared the author’s quote

You left us all so abruptly

And died without leaving us a note

These sheets still smell of you

Wrapped gifts I can no longer give

This hive is not yet through

I must go on to live

Our son has the name you always approved

He has the color of your eyes and your charm

I tell him stories about you and he is clearly moved

It’s impossible to take my lock and disarm

Every time I see our son, I see your reflection

It was you who harpooned my heart

My love for you was the greatest infection

I was in it ever since the very start

You can never be replaced

Never forgotten or concealed

This busy bee hive is forever displaced

Without you I am never healed

I’m in agony that you left me alone and awake

Without poison or farewell letter

Only contagion you left me with was ache

I still have your un-given green sweater

My poem must come to an end

At the anniversary of your death

Your coffin and memory must now descend

Inside my bee hive I carry your last breath

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.09.30.03:39:37@130BklynNYC

Joleen Grussing

She was the Lord’s answer to a pillar of salt

She was salted before me on Jerry’s wall

Socially we don’t know, electronically begun

One day we finally broke bread

Before the African kingdom

With introductions to strangers

And participants of the Lord’s book

I sent an invitation

Once, twice

She asked “How much?”

I couldn’t come up with a good answer

Even in her castle unseen

I wonder if she’ll take me for a ride

On her triumphant

Triumph

To our church

At least once more

With plastic lips

From West to East

She knows every he and she

And now knows me

Electronically, begun

Physically, started

See you again,

See you again

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.09.29.13:27:30@130BklynNYC

Sarah Gail Hutcherson

In passing through others

I heard her name

And she heard mine

One day

We detected and determined

Something quite similar

Not acted upon

Only shared and discussed

We attempted to arrange

And engineer the similarity

Yet still to this day

Only a dream

Of warm coastal drifters

And north east storm dwellers

By three names she goes by

Like children who show and tell

With hidden secrets

And the push of pull

Of wondering

And the constant wandering

From state to state

In the unconscious state

Of our minds

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.09.29.13:21:02@130BklynNYC

Rebecca Brice

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

So many years

And more

Her hair was long

We were on the beach

Sand in our toes

We were just kids

With the gulf at our feet

Some friends in-between come and go

But she stayed

And I stayed

Now both above the

Mason-Dixon line

Both searching

For the love not yet discovered

It’s what makes us

Cry like the violins of the philharmonic

Not seen enough

But nestled deep within

And never forgotten

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.09.29.12:12:03@130BklynNYC

Debralee Elizabeth Marianna Iacobucci

She was climbing a tree and caught my eye

I met her friends and we grabbed a drink

My cap from Berlin wasn’t lost in the cab

She cooked, woke me up out of my blue

Before I had a square on my wrist

She illustrates with uncommon love

And uncommon brush

Alumni of the same

Years apart

She lives across the sound

And admires the same sound

Naked in the booth

With her good man of the north

After each past bad

Brushed under the tiled floor

She was climbing a tree and caught my eye

She ate my apple

And cleansed my (soul)

At the right timing

And still

She climbs trees

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.09.29.10:24:17@130BklynNYC

These Lands

I.

These lands I walk upon seem flat

I hitch a ride on a satellite and orbit the earth

And I give out my business card with its hidden girth

You’ve trespassed on my heart

My complete circumference you swallowed

Left me howling and hollowed

I called for a press conference

To clear the air waves of false lies

Hid behind the curtain in disguise

You put on such a great act

Ignited my seeds and wings on fire

Yielded to the Southern Hemisphere sire

These lands I walk upon seem flat

With torn sails, a ruptured hull, and broken mast

I build new memories while hiding the past

You’ve impressed me and tore out my tongue

Speechless without reason or taste

My affection for you has been displaced

I listened to your whispering voice

It echoes and emanates from the lost void

Shipwrecked on this jagged coastline and destroyed

You are the most masterly thief I know

Stole every concealed map and unknown route

Left me upon the flat land in dire drought

II.

These lands I walk upon seem flat

In the horizon I see mountains rise up from beneath

Tonight’s dagger stays in its sheath

These lands I walk upon seem flat

I see tremendous elevations reach for the sky

A potential number nine in each cloud passing by

These lands I walk upon seem flat no longer

And these lands are rebuilt with stone and mortar

And in these lands I have left my vestige

For you to find me, oh new lover from forever

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.09.26.01:50:27@130BklynNYC