Making Love
It was perfect
Just after our wine
From the wicker picnic basket
On our fresh down blanket
Upon the grass
Under a great huge oak tree
Lying under the stars
In the warm summer night
A slight summer breeze blowing
My fingers running through your hair
I was penetrating you with passion
In a steady rhythm over and over
Kissing your lips with desire
And staring into your sparkling eyes
The night sky was overhead
Filled with bright stars and constellations
The rustle of the oak leaves could be heard
As we clenched each other’s hands
Still, I would grind away
Rub our hips together
As I nibble on your stiff nipples
And trace the contour of your beauty with my tongue
Under that lasting nighttime sky
We celebrate together
Our unity and share our affection
Caressing your soft skin and kissing your ears
Over and over again
I push inwards and thrust
Bare in the warm summer air
Your breasts pressed firmly against my chest
It was just perfect
But you were not there
Not your mind nor your body
Not even a trace of your scent
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.04.14.06:58:02 @ 296 NYC
00.04.14.12:08:56 @ 1515 NYC
American Ding Dong in a Cum Bush
I’ve got an American Ding Dong
Circumcised
Size up
Felt up
Felt Velvet
Heat up
Shut up
I’ve got a big long Ding Dong
American
Ancient
Roman
Ding-A-Ling
It’s been going in and out
These days
Of those summer bushes
Smelly corners
Around the turns
Drive bys
Inner thighs
Summer nights
Cum bushes
Sister Remembers
May Remembers
Cemetery Bends
School Days
Outside
Nest Inside
Snuzzle up
Down under
Muffled
American
My lips are behind
In the hiding
Round here
Sugar bee
Wrapped over my knee
Spank! Spank!
I owe you
One-Two-Three!!
American Ding Dong
In a Cum Bush
Cum here
Come here
Silly goose!
Coop Shoop Doop
Leap of faith
Doop Deep Dop
Crop Shop Mop
I’ve got an American Ding Dong
Standing tall like a flag pole
Just outside
The Cum Bush
On a summer night
Birdies chirping
No-Radio
Breeze blowing
Down the Noun
Down the Neck
American Ding Dong
In a Cum Bush
Bent over
Bee hive
Living to thrive
Jive to live
Burn
And squeeze
The juice
American Ding Dong
In a Cum Bush
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.04.09.16:00:00@P.CollectionW.D.C.
00.04.10.14:51:11@1515NYC
00.04.11.01:22:23@296NYC
when the train goes by
and when the train goes by
it’s such a sad sound
(it’s such a sad thing)
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.04.10.22:20:12@6TrainBleeckerStNYC
Brown Paper Bag
I’ve always known
What it was like
To be alone
In the cave of shadows
Being the person whom you only see in a mirror
And wanting
And craving to peel back your skin
And reveal your inner self and inner truth
I’ve been in that state
Standing still
For so long
But now with the current warmth
I can no longer hide
I can no longer let my eyes roll back
Because now I’ll let someone else
Inside
And lay my trench coat on the puddle before you
Now I can stand in motion
No longer still
But traveling
With a possible
Great big
Brown Paper Bag...
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.30.17:14:44 @ 1515 NYC
00.04.07.03:07:13 @ 296 NYC
Whispers
How To Touch A Naked Man
Remember that there is more to me
Beyond my eyes and lips
Touch my navel and the side of my chest
Travel around with
Your tongue
And warm hand
Remember my ear
The delicate and intricate curves
Remember my neck
The slender curve and pulse
Remember that there is more to me
Beyond just what lies next to you
Run your fingers through my hair
Squeeze and stroke
Push and pull
Whisper and hug
Never be afraid
Remember my hands
Grip them and hold them
Remember my lips
Kiss them and taste them
Remember that there is more to me
Beyond just an erection
Embrace my warmth next to you
Feel my arms and legs wrap around you
Try the new
And I’ll let you know what feels good
With my shivers
My tongue
My voice
My whispers
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.04.07.02:48:41 @ 296 NYC
Romance (Version #2)
When I smell Romance
I think of you
When I hear music from Angels
I think of you
When I see the moon
I think of you
When I hear Christmas Carols
I think of you
When I feel the warmth of the sun
I think of you
When I see the sunrise and sunset
I think of you
When the tick-tock-clock strikes Eleven O’clock
I think of you
When I’m in the month of April
I think of you
When I visit God
I think of you
When I look into the blue sky
I think of you
When I sleep at night
I think of you
Tightly wrapped up
In your blanket and white sheets
Soft
With baby brown eyes
And I wish
That I was next to you...
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.21.17:20:00 @ Miami,USA FLT#640
00.03.24.01:56:00 @ 296 NYC
00.03.29.01:59:00 @ 296 NYC
Whispers
12 Minutes
You would be surprised
What I can do
In 12 Minutes
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.26.10:00:00 @ AVA
Speechless
Speechless
Wordless
Only a Kiss
Can convey my feelings
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.16.10:22:01 @ Q-Train NYC BWAYLAF->TIMESSQ
I Love You
I love you.
I’ll take a rain check.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.13.02:02:08@296NYC
G & G
It’s like eating a banana
When you are done with it
You have a useless peel
Like a string I use for dental floss
Bitten and strapped
I’m going to be a professional Necrophiliac
Don’t you just love it!
She had a strap on
And took him by surprise from behind
Kissed around, been around
Out front back-yard big Kong
It’s like peanut butter
Gettin’ stuck down your sore throat
Thick skull
Don’t want to be
Like a silent lover
Tied down and knotted
Seeing the blind and hearing the deaf
Repair yourself a cafe
She had a dream
And took him by surprise in front
Kissed around, been around
Spring day on the lawn
And the other ego
Self
He says
It’s like stepping in a bag of shit
Because once you do,
You can never get that shit out between your toes!!
Smile, and I’ll always smile with you...
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.10.05:17:15 @ 296 NYC
00.03.11.13:07:23 @ 296 NYC
Love (Version #04)
My mouth is full of your love
Your songs play in my heart
And the beauty you hold solved my endless search
I wrote your name in the sand
Snow racing across a frozen lake
Silent breath
Whispers
A man on the radio asked,
“What’s the point of this?”
And continued...
“Maybe just a smile...”
Sometimes I follow lyrics
Pay attention
Think about them
I need that smile
I need that touch
I need that warmth
I need it
Because it lets me know
And If I don’t know
Then what do I do?
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.01.21.16:00:00@NYC
00.02.08.13:15:51@1515NYC
00.03.11.12:46:23@296NYC
Heaven Sadness
The overwhelming sadness
The emptiness
Hollow
Inside
The depths collapse
And tears become crucial
Fingers can’t even type
Thoughts can’t even transpire
The sadness is strong and soft
And spoken with silent words
And the whispers of the glare in your eye
All I can do is say “Hello”
Crawl up
Feel the sadness
Penetrate my heart with fools
And attempt to be brave
Wrap myself up
In a pretend womb
And cry and cry and cry
Until I become nothing
And I tell people
Sometimes I wish I would get sick
And I introduce to people
Sometimes I wish I was my Oma
Dying and blaming and falling apart
Sometimes I wish I was my Grandmother
Dead and six feet under
Because there is no comparable pain
To the pain of the ache
And the sadness, the emptiness, the nothingness
You feel after you travel through heaven
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.11.12:29:04 @ 296 NYC
Burned
You didn’t touch me
You didn’t come inside
Or hold
You burnt me
Left me to the ashes
Where I might belong
Where maybe I’ll grow
You shut off the light
And slept until the next month
Until the daylight
And I was heated
And thrashed
And converted
You didn’t let me go
You only showed me the tunnel
With your open palms
That my fire couldn’t engulf
I backed
And backed away
Before you could say something
Now I’m burned
Nothing left to ignite
Or start over
Or revive
Relive
I’m burned
Dead
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.08.17:36:43 @ 1515 NYC
The Great Masturbator
This is a true story.
You have my word.
8:30pm March 1st 2000
I was standing on the uptown platform
At the Broadway/Lafayette subway station
Waiting for the B or D or Q train
I was at the very front of the platform
I was in front of the closed-off storage room that blocks the other passengers
From seeing me, and I seeing them
The same layout was across the tracks
At the platform for trains going downtown
Into Brooklyn
To my surprise
I was being watched by a man
He was a light-skinned African American
And his jeans were pulled slightly down
And he had his big dick out
He was masturbating
Jerking off his hard erect dick
As he looked at me
Fascinated
Disturbed
I couldn’t believe it
Personally, I’ve known women who have witnessed men masturbating to them
But this was reverse
Weird
The man had his dick out right there
In the open
And he was feverishly stroking his cock
Back and forth!
I just stood across on my platform
Staring at his eyes
Letting his imagination run wild
Maybe it was great
To have a guy jerk off to the image of me
To raise my ego
He thought I was sexy!
My B train came
And I didn’t see or hear
Him cum
But odd, As I got on that train
The stench smelled like cum!
Must be psychological
And that’s my story.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.01.20:30:00@BWAY/LAFAYETTE NYC
00.03.02.10:55:00@CPMC NYC
00.03.02.16:16:00@1515 NYC
I Don’t Know (Version #2)
I didn’t know what to do
I was afraid of where I was heading
I couldn’t recall my name
I didn’t know how she felt
I was unaware of the possible outcomes
I couldn’t think straight in this state
I didn’t know about the past
I was blind to the truth
I couldn’t pretend anymore
I didn’t know my own history
I was in an unfamiliar deepness
I couldn’t see the light
I didn’t know how to react
I was covered in my own cause
I couldn’t recover from my illness
I didn’t know where to turn
I was in trouble with my one and only law
I couldn’t come around and share
I didn’t know who I was
I was wishing too hard when the dream collapsed
I couldn’t build myself to recognition
So, in the world alone
In the world that not one person on earth can even imagine
or know about
or even begin to ponder
I hung myself
I jumped in front of the train
I cut my wrists
and became your memory
Are you sad?
Or
Are you happy?
I Don’t Know
I didn’t know what to do
I was afraid of where I was heading
I couldn’t recall my name
I didn’t know how she felt
I was unaware of the possible outcomes
I couldn’t think straight in this state
I didn’t know about the past
I was blind to the truth
I couldn’t pretend anymore
I didn’t know my own history
I was in an unfamiliar deepness
I couldn’t see the light
I didn’t know how to react
I was covered in my own cause
I couldn’t recover from my illness
I didn’t know where to turn
I was in trouble with my one and only law
I couldn’t come around and share
I didn’t know who I was
I was wishing too hard when the dream collapsed
I couldn’t build myself to recognition
So, in the world alone
In the world that not one person on earth can even imagine
or know about
or even begin to ponder
I hung myself
I jumped in front of the train
I cut my wrists
and became your memory
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.01.02:13:30@296NYC
Escape (Version #2)
For once in your life
I dare you to take my hand
And escape
For a little while
Take my hand
Let me show you a new horizon
Where the sun is always beautiful
And your brown eyes are always powerful
Escape into the sky
And into the sea
Into the family of willow trees
And lakeside walks
Escape where silence gives you energy
And talking makes your soul warm
Come with me where God is your friend
And no longer my enemy
Escape into the ark of passion
And discover the hidden secrets
Cry upon my shoulder
And find yourself within me
Escape with the blue river
And let the current take you for a ride
Let the embrace hold you
And the warmth penetrates you
Escape into the smiles that last
And always remember
I’ll be here
Until you tell me to go
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.01.00:00:00@NYC
00.03.01:00:00:00@NYC
Tale
Let me tell you a tale
He lied. His father didn’t tell him the truth.
He put a gun against his father’s head.
He threatened his father.
But he was strong.
And saw the fear in his father’s eyes.
Both live on
One in federal one in honor of what?
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.29.18:08:30 @ New York City
Eight Thousand Dollars
If I had Eight Thousand Dollars
I would have a limo
And a flat with a fireplace
I would have fruit on board the jet
And laugh at the fare in the air
I would pay for you all to visit me
And phone you when I’m in a coma
I would have wooden floors
And birch trees on the walls
I would treat you like flower gold
And enjoy the sunshine year-round
If I had Eight Thousand Dollars
I would still deliver meals to the homebound
And collect records from rockstars
I would eat instant mashed potatoes
And continue my misspellings
I would fight for my own undelivered freedom
And always wish I was between your thighs
I would share the stars with you
And embrace our friendship forever
I would listen to frogs talking
And hear the gulf stream more often
If I had Eight Thousand Dollars
I would have space for a motorcycle
And retro lights and tables
I would still ignore mother
And be closed to all of you
I would paint and write all the time
And have a bigger studio to do it in
I would be above Heartland
And see myself on the widescreen
I would meet face to face with rabbits
And have even more to lose
If I had Eight Thousand Dollars
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.28.17:28:20 @ 1515 nyc
00.02.29.17:35:38 @ 1515 nyc