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Approaching The End

When everything caves

When everything is lost

When you feel like you have nothing

When you walk that edge

When you contemplate that line

When you are about to cross

When you are ready to hang everything up

When you are going to give up

Remember you have me,

And I’m here for you; forever

I’ll do anything for you

Because I love you

 

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.02.05.09:44:59@599BwayNYC

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Apologies

These are my apologies,

To the men, women, and children I’ve hurt.

Please gather around closer,

And listen to my apology.

Deep within.

 

I have a brave heart

But my love for you is overbearing.

This is something I cannot continue with.

 

I instruct you to not bury my body.

Please donate it to medical studies.

Let students learn and discover.

 

I have two hearts.

Torn.

They no longer beat in synch.

No longer display rhythm.

This is my last poem.

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.09.06.15:54:39@599BwayNYC

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American Nation

Time for a forward movement,

Create a constant revolution.

End the second’s reign,

And innocent’s persecution!

 

I cut off my tongue,

If that’s what it takes.

It’s worth one more life,

Corruption like snakes!

 

I repeat my bedtime chant,

Numb teeth forgotten.

Parks sat in front,

Seale ain’t pickin’ cotton.

 

Bomb ticking before nine,

Give him peaches without blow.

Let him meet Dr. Joseph-Ignace’s fist,

United we will grow!

 

I chant, I pray,

Let Tatanka Iyotake come back.

Get my people,

I pledge it’s time for an attack!

 

Gather your battle arms,

Sound your fury.

Bring down the regime,

The citizens are the jury!

 

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.07.26.16:15:39@599BwayNYC

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Autumn Is Gone

Stop feeding me

This sugar solution

Stop at the 12th floor window

My hands are on the door

But you don’t let me freshen up

I watch you pull the sheets over your body

I see you do the Thorazine shuffle

But you —

         you are still silent

Because if you were to speak

A loud roar

And you’d wake up from your wet dream

Thinking it was Autumn

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.06.25.17:47:06@599BwayNYC

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Angel

11,527 days

And there she was

My angel stood before me

My angel I love

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.30.14:18:03@205HudsonNYC

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Another Woman, Another Man

There will be a day

When you love another man

There will be a day

When I love another woman

 

There will be a day

When you have sex with another man

There will be a day

When I have sex with another woman

 

There will be a day for kisses

There will be a day for embraces

Those will be the days

Of new

 

That day was yesterday.

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.14.10:43:00@205HudsonNYC

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Argue With The Donkey!

Don’t make excuses

Don’t tell lies

Just argue with the donkey!

 

Don’t put up

Don’t put out

Just argue with the donkey!

 

You may walk away

You may even compare

But,

You’ll have to argue with the donkey!

 

You may come back for more

You may even bleed or plead

But

You’ll have to argue with the donkey!

 

No arguing with me

Take it up with management

Just argue with the donkey!

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.11.06.16:36:12@205HudsonNYC

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Anything

This poem was about to have no title.

As I write this, I don’t know what I’ll write.

I contemplate its format. Do I use proper punctuation?

I usually don’t. But perhaps today is different.

After all, anything can happen.

 

Just like -

Earlier today,

I stepped in a pile of shit.

You know what they say?

 

Later on,

A pigeon shit on my shoulder

 

It doesn’t matter what I say in this poem.

Or any poem. Because there is always a bottom line.

A usual theme.

You know what it is.

He knows, she knows, you all know.

That I love her.

 

But, according to recent realizations by a select few,

it has been determined that I, the author of this poem,

or is it a poem?, hasn’t met her yet.

 

But that doesn’t matter. Because I wrote this.

Anything can happen.

And it doesn’t matter.

Because no matter what anything is happening,

I still love you.

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.10.18.14:13:44@205HudsonNYC

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Ability

I have lost my ability

To reason & think

I cannot calculate my calculations

 

I have lost my ability

To cook & clean

I cannot even tie my shoe laces

 

I have lost my ability

To brush my teeth & comb my hair

I cannot even rinse with mouth wash

 

 

 

Because

I admit

I am consumed

With thoughts of you

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.09.01.08:30:00@296NYC

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August Wind

I walk the streets

The warm breeze runs through my hair

Like your fingers

 

The lights are dim on the skyscrapers

People walk in chaotic serpentine paths

Avoiding pockets of heat

 

Water drips from the sky

As air conditioners empty out

Upon the sidewalk below

 

Circling towards my home

Contemplating, reflecting, thinking.

A smile widens my horizon

 

Her blue eyes are on my mind

The soft skin I yearn for

It’s the August Wind that brings her to me.

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.08.02.11:49:44@205HudsonNYC

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America (Version #2)

Eat Fresh

Have It Your Way

We’re Always Cooking

Do What Tastes Right

Think Outside The Bun

I’m Lovin’ It

What You Crave

America’s Drive-In

America’s Best Dressed Sandwich

Chicken Capital USA

Chicken On The Grill

Now That Your Tastes Have Grown Up!

Real Food. Real Choices.

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.03.21.02:01:05@296NYC

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About

I’m about to go down on you,

and I’m not coming back up.

 

 

© 2005 David Greg Harth

05.06.12.20:58:00@296NYC

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Agnes, From Poland

She was an angel from heaven.

God sent her down to this earth.

She made beautiful paintings.

Blind from birth with amazing green eyes.

Eyes I could stare into and get lost in.

Forever in Poland she stayed.

Forever in my heart she became.

Agnes, I’ll miss you.

Your green eyes adore you.

Let my blue eyes see you once more.

Let me love you from now on.

Agnes, I’ll miss you.

I’ve blinked so many times.

But you have not left.

The porcelain is clean.

The canvas is stretched.

The paint is applied.

Your green eyes can no longer hide.

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.12.21.02:06:57@296NYC

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Afraid Again

Afraid to ask

Ask the waiter

What time is it?

Need to know the time

Will I be late?

One more round

Another time

Again in a knot

 

Again

It's happening again

My head

My head again

Uptown trains

Floor past eleven

 

Need to know the time

I am almost late

Better not be late

Don't want to be late

White in my back

Heated seat

One more wait

What time is it?

 

Afraid again

It's happening once more

I'll break through

Get out of this sleep

One more time

Ask the waiter

What time is it?

 

Again I'm here

Alone again

Afraid not

Wipe up the sweat

And carry the Lord

 

What time is it?

Again I ask

Check already

The time is now

Afraid Again

© 2004 David Greg Harth

2004.11.18.20:39:00@89ST3RDAVENYC

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At age

At age 10 I was hairy.

At age 11 I was a hairy monster.

At age 12 I was dirty.

At age 13 I was a dirty pornographer.

At age 14 I was defeated.

At age 15 I was defeated with commitment.

At age 16 I was a dancer.

At age 17 I was a dancer influenced by Christ.

At age 18 I was drinking.

At age 19 I was drinking alone at the corner pub.

At age 20 I was very ill.

At age 21 I was very ill on my death bed dying mysteriously.

At age 22 I was sent away to a hospital for the strange with padded walls.

At age 23 I was sent away to a hospital while my teeth fell out of my mouth and on to the floor.

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.08.26.15:57:23@205HudsonNYC

04.10.07.02:58:04@296NYC

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Angel Reflection

I walked along prince street today

I passed by all the store windows

As I walked on by

I looked at the windows

I thought I saw a reflection

Following me, close behind me

I looked really closely

It was an angel with wings

A beauty in white

Following right behind me

It was you

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.07.15.02:41:46@296NYC

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Alive

I am so alive.

Alive right now.

Because of you.

You’ve saved me.

Falling stars drop in my backyard.

In my midnight dream.

 

I am so alive.

Because I know you’ll be back.

You won’t ever disappear.

Existing in my heart forever.

Thank you for saving me.

Making me beat one more time.

 

I am so alive.

You make me feel so alive.

Real and happy and never with shallow dreams.

Today I am alive.

I’m not going anywhere.

Just chasing my dreams around here.

 

I am so alive.

I’ve never felt this way.

Thank you for your love.

I’ll see you in my mind.

When you save me once more.

I am so alive.

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.04.26.21:08:03@296NYC

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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

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