I Don’t Want To Make You Cry
I don’t want to make you cry
I don’t want to make you sweat
Shed a tear
Or be afraid
I don’t want to make you hurt
I don’t want you to be in in pain
Crawl up inside
Or runaway
I don’t want to make you cry
I don’t want to make you hide
Become empty
Or scared
I don’t want to make you dive under
I don’t want to make you climb low
Surrender your self
Or remain silent
I don’t want to make you cry
Come home tonight
Let me inside
I’ve opened my heart
It stays ajar, for only so long
I don’t want to make you cry
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.11.18:00:00 @ SOHA NYC
00.02.24.14:49:00 @ 1515 NYC
Another Time, Another Place
I wish it were another time,
I wish it was a different place.
If we had met,
in a different world
at a different time.
If we had met,
earlier or later,
under different conditions,
who knows?
If the others would have been as noble as I was,
If the others would have returned and honored as I would,
If the others would have shared with you instead of being selfish,
If the others would have embraced you instead of discard you.
I wish it were another time,
I wish it was a different place.
Perhaps she will call again,
perhaps not.
Perhaps she will write me,
Perhaps not.
Another Time, Another Place,
She’s not here by my side,
no kissing
no conversation
no cuddling
no dinner
no dancing
no smiles
Another Time, Another Place,
I wish it were another time,
I wish it was a different place.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.16.20:46:45@296NYC
Again
It’s happened once again.
Woke up this morning.
Wasn’t me today.
Someone else, beyond that mirror.
Stared at myself.
Looked deeply into my blue eyes.
Hypnotized by the various shades and hues of blues cascading out of my pupil.
Bursting like a miniature universe of loss and uncertainty.
Followed the pattern my eyebrows made over them.
Noticed how they guarded my crucial art eye from the outskirts of the public eye.
Looked at every pore of my skin, on my nose cheeks and chin.
Followed the lines of my lips; the top one thinner than the bottom.
Looked carefully at my facial hair.
The reds, the deep browns, the blacks.
I stood in front of the mirror staring.
Not knowing how long it would last.
When I would wake up, once again, me, instead of him.
Hurt. No. But I apologize, I must go sleep.
I’ll be back tomorrow, perhaps.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.08.24.23:57:18@296NYC
Art Slave
I’m pulled around, fucked with
I’m not driven around in black cars
I’m not escorted by the runway models
I’m not high enough or in demand
I’m not shoved from occupation to occupation
I’m not understood, I don’t look to be understood
I’m not accepted, I’m not supported
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.10.30.24:44:00@296NYC
Armpit Love
moldy
armpits
are
not
worth
tasting
today
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.05.15:57:55@1515NYC
Amusement Ride
Is this some kind of fuckin amusement ride?
Are we here for fuckin entertainment?
I’ve written about this before,
and I feel like I must write again,
because it bothers me so incredibly much.
Why can’t people walk down the down escalator?
Why do they feel compelled to stand still and ride down the down escalator?
Are they really that fuckin lazy?
Do they really have to block me?
I don’t understand.
Before escalators there were stairs, and they had to walk.
Now they are too fuckin lazy to fuckin walk one flight of stairs?
It’s not a fuckin theme park!
There are no fuckin tropical birds to look at or corn fields to admire.
It’s a fuckin god damn escalator!
Fuckin walk down the fuckin thing!
This is driving me nuts!
Something has to be done about this!
Someone must stop the insanity!
Jesus!
I think I’m going to start pushing people down the escalator
then eventually just rid them from this planet.
Fuckin murder these stupid fuckers who can’t fuckin walk down the fuckin god damn fuckin down escalator!
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.02.11:32:49@1515NYC
Addiction
I’m addicted.
I’m addicted to a nameless woman.
A woman with no name.
I’m addicted.
An addict to her passion, her desire, her lust.
Her sensual curves. her bed pleasures.
Her sweaty sex and stimulated clitoris.
I’m incredibly addicted to her.
Ignited from within.
I burn, burn, burn.
I’m addicted.
I admit.
I’m addicted to a love slave.
I’m in love,
I’ll tell you once, and sell you the idea later.
Since you’ve been gone.
I’m back on my feet.
Never left, this state of grace.
Holy ground didn’t escape from beneath my feet.
I’m still close as ever, addicted.
Because I still lick my lips, as I look for you.
I’m addicted.
I’m addicted to a nameless woman.
A woman with no name.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.05.17:42:00@1515NYC
Answer
I phoned you, but you didn’t answer.
You didn’t even bother to answer the phone.
I phoned you every hour on the hour,
yesterday.
You didn’t pick up
You just let it ring, ring, ring.
I must have awakened your neighbors
I must have made your sink overflow
I must have made the faucet,
go
drip,
drip,
drip.
The phone went
ring,
ring,
ring
I went to bed
I overslept
Put the pillow over my head
And got a bit wet
She’s getting married today
But you wouldn’t know
You don’t even care
You don’t give a shit
A rat’s ass
A New York City tail!
I phoned you yesterday
Over and over again
But you didn’t pick up
And you did not answer
You didn’t leave house
And you did not palm your thoughts
I phoned you all day
you went to shop
I went to stone
you went to flower
And I got nothing for the hol-iday
You came knocking at my door
tap,
tap,
tap
Nothing there
Nobody home
Went fishing
Gone fishing
Out to lunch
Be back in five
You came knocking at my door
Thought I was not alone
But you only found a silly throne
A stupid piece of leftover
A fish of surprise
No one else, just a jar of fat
A jar of fat
I won’t go back today
I didn’t come here to go back
Don’t take me back to the countryside
I won’t go back to the westside
The phone rang
High pitched scream
You don’t know what I mean?
But you just swallow and pretend
I phoned you
All day yesterday
You didn’t have the guts
You didn’t even have the balls
You just let it go -
ring,
ring,
ring
Nobody home ....
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.11.21.02:47:19@296NYC
Avenue
I’ve walked that Avenue before
I’ve been there before
That same roadside
I’ve seen the same faces
I’ve felt the same pain
The moon is still the same
The sun rises every day
But I feel like walking
Walking next to Michael and Kurt
Walking next to Jean Michel and Sid
Walking next to Freddie and David
This Avenue isn’t the same anymore
No more happiness here
No more ghosts to hold onto
No more
This Avenue isn’t true anymore
The color doesn’t shine here
The people don’t gather and talk
The friends don’t phone or gasp
This Avenue is different
I’ve walked this Avenue before
Along empty beaches
Along empty sidewalks
Along American gasoline stations
Along London’s soho
The Avenue is blank
I can’t see it
It’s not even here
The Avenue is dark
No one to help
No one to aid
No one to look up too
No one to feed on
I tried to tell you something
But you wouldn’t listen
You wouldn’t even listen
You refused
You blocked me out
Your “All Ears” weren’t there
You were gone
You were far away
You were beyond the Avenue
The Avenue is gone
It lasted so long
But now it’s a dead end
A dead walk
A walk of death
I’m walking alone
On the Avenue
Maybe you’ll walk next to me
Or maybe I’ll walk alone
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.02.02:44:33 @ 296 NYC
Animal
I am. I’ll eat the living, the healthy, and the rich.
Even little children, the poor and the starving.
I eat through walls and through cities and the ground
I eat the smell of death and smell of courage
I eat the mothers and the little babies that make them want to live
Even the smallest bug and largest mammal
I eat it all
Because I am an animal!
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.02.14.10:41:33 @ 1515 NYC
Romantic Lovie
Oh Romeo
My big buddy
My fat cat
Sweet stinker
You run after fishy
You are a great thumper
Romping around
Running around
Laughing
Goofy
Oh Romeo
You black and white
You big eyed wonder
You silly goose!
Showing a path
A running bolt
A stalker
And birdie chirper
Lovie Dovie in bed
Humping thy breast
Tonight, and night
Tickle Tickle toe tickler
Oh Romeo
What?
Whadya say?
What?
You want to play with fishy??
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.12.22.01:39:49 @ 296NYC
Cheesecake, Blueberry Pie
Cheesecake
Blueberry Pie
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Brownies
Peanut Butter Heaven
Raspberry Croissant
Banana Bread
Crumb Coffee Cake
Chocolate Covered Pretzels
Mississippi Mud Pie
Apple Strudel
Fudge
Key Lime Pie
Apple Pie
Oreo Cake
Carrot Muffin
Chocolate Glazed Doughnuts
Seven Layer Cake
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.12.14.23:48:13 @ 296NYC
Tooth Fighter of the Night
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I won’t let you down.
I’ll rise straight back up
From the dead
From the dirt in which I’m buried under.
I’d burn in hell because I’m the forgiver of greatest sins
I’d make love to you if you were a larva carcass
I’d kill your mother if only she was still alive
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll purchase products by Sony and Mattel
I’ll purchase products by Fuji and Banana Republic
I’ll strengthen my weakness by feeding on your weak
I’ll strengthen my weakness by eating at your soul
Eating the flesh off your back
Licking your blood up off the floor
Your menstrual blood
Your baby blood
Your fuck blood
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll sink under and come up again
I’ll keep coming back for more
You can’t beat me down
You can’t erase me
You can’t make me disappear
You can’t dissolve my image
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll steal your teeth and make pretty necklace charms
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll leave you stamped bills beneath your fluffy pillow
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll fuck your daughter’s angel
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I won’t amend to please or surpass your dream
I won’t soothe or edit text-based imagery
I won’t use nicer words or be romantic
I won’t laugh or cry for your benefit
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll be a fighter
I’ll search and never die
I’ll always reach higher
I’ll always try again and again
I’ll survive
I’ll listen, look, learn, live and love
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.12.05.01:03:14@296NYC
not mechanical
Bionic Blend
Blurred vision
Cellular devices hooked up
Surrounding my brain
Encompass my thoughts
Bookend around the B Train
RA-Dio waves passing through
Traveling speeds
Fast speed
High on crack
On wave tunes
High tunes
Electronic exchanges
B sides
Brave ballrooms
Hung balls
Nut cracking massages
Super Duper High Tech
Revolution
Lube
Glued
television
multiplication the simplification
B frank B kite B byte
Singapore
Tye
Von
Ren the dollar, rent the book
Streak
Light
Mental note
note of sugar
Sugar cane
note in the bag
B
B the travel
B the plane
jet just blast
Bring on
Become the ring
Role off the tongue
9 8 20 23 20 2 sea you 2 Bnm
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.21.12:47:34 @ 296 NYC
Sad
Sad because you don’t know why
Sad because I made a black painting
Sad because I thought about cutting off my ear
Sad because no one is here to put their arms around me
Sad because my will is incomplete and I don’t have a phone number handy
Sad because the bed that is usually on fire is shadowed by the pretend music
Sad because she knows
Sad because she is so mighty
Sad because she is so beautiful
Sad because she is so right
Sad because she is so tremendous
Sad because she is not here
Sad because she is not mine
Sad because a candle burns alone
Sad because I smell of smoke
Sad because I’ve been sold
Sad because my property went
Sad because
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.12.23:21:33 @ 296 New York City
Hero
You are my hero.
You have inspired me
To live
To create
To love
You are my hero.
You have taught me
To standup
To fightback
To rebel
You are my hero.
You have shown me
The world
The light
The god
You are my hero.
You have imbedded taste in me
For art
For lust
For truth
You are my hero.
You have listened
When I was crying
When I was damaged
When I was not even yours
You are my hero.
You have met my inspiration
You have met my followers
You have met my lovers
You are my hero.
You have enlightened me
To teach peace
To teach trust
To teach kindness
You are my hero.
You have brought gifts to me
Ones I will open daily
Ones I will cherish forever
Ones I will share with my children
You are my hero.
You have cried
You have laughed
You have died
You will always be my hero.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.12.01:41:36 @ 296 NYC
Mistake Win
I never thought you could recover from the mistakes you made
But now tears roll down my eyes and all I want
Is my cheek to be next to yours
I never thought I could be wrong or make someone so beautiful
But now the mirror is broken and the garage glass shattered
You made me mad because you should have waited.
Now you have left with no news of today; only yesterday
Mistakes come and go
People come and go
But I’ll never find another lesson
Another bruise
Another time for manipulation or prostitution
Youve inspired me to grow up
Grow older
And grow higher
But now youve left me
With my fist in the glass; bloody
It’s pouring rain outside
But I am not wet
The wind is burning my face
But it is not windy
The ground is shaking beneath me
But the money is not falling from the tree
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.12.03:16:00@296NYC
00.11.12.24:45:00@296NYC