Blue Syrup
Flagella plasma
Vaseline
Jewel juice
K-Y Jelly
Fingers twisted
Stuck
White glue
Gelatin
Suck
Slipped
Slide
Soothe
Palm feeling rotation
Slippery
Sweat water
Sex song
Sticky syrup
Sorrow and tears
Semen smoke
Drag
Unbelievable high
Calling
Can’t
Dark skies and burning
Sensation
Salt
Pulp
Jelly fish
Mucous
Thirst
Sugar
Undress
Bitten tongue
Virgin Syrup
Blood
Sipped
Slip
Ghost
Rabbit
Rear
Slick
Slap
Stunk
Sunk
Supper
Sin in the green
Soap up the waist
Swim in the silence
Fear of the truth
Edible peeled skin
Hunted syrup
Eaten
Organism
Orgasm
French kiss
Bitten lips
Licked lips
Shut lips
Stolen
Fallen
Cum
Shaken
Shook
Pulse
Agony of the heart
Sleep in lonesome
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.11.03.02:02:00 @ 296 NYC
Black Eyes
Stare into my black eyes
And see nothing
But the distance between Heaven and Hell
Cycle through and travel
In the cold stone
Bloodless
Heartless
Concrete construction
Oval
Stare into my black eyes
Do I remind you of someone?
Or something?
Grab a hold
Watch my wings part and soar
Now I look upon you with fire behind me
And depths all around
Stare into my black eyes
Become a scared rat and run
Watch me step on your tail and make you suffer
Eat your mother’s feces on your child’s lap
And drown in your lover’s urine and spit
As the earth ignites in blue flame
Stare into my black eyes
Search for the emptiness
Pray to your believer
Take your garlic and cross and wooden stake
Your manuals and books and written words
Your theatre and paintings and tongues
Twist them around and carry them off
Stare into my black eyes
My eyes will bite at your heart
And steal your soul and spirit and faith
Hold my hand
As your eyes become black as mine
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.09.20.03:51:32 @ 296
New York City
The Bag Of Shit Side Step
I woke up this morning
In a pool of my salty tears
From now on I will cry
Yet I realize why I have my rules
And why I follow them
Because every single time I fall
I fall into the darkness of emptiness
Where people shed their true skin
And expose their evil intentions and unwarming heart
Once again, perhaps I could have stepped into a bag of shit
But before I could try I got pushed into the darkness
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.08.17.23:27:40 @ 296 New York City
Blue-Eyed Lost One
If I told you about your blue eyes
How they make the red dirt earth
crumble beneath my feet
And change the courses of mighty rivers
through our fields
How they start fire
on our great powerful sun
Or reveal night-flies
in the dark shadows
How they create whispers
in my aged worked palms
Wanting to cover your ears
from howling wolves from the west
If I told you about your blue eyes
How they capture me
with endless potion song and dream birds
And invade my thoughts
during the gathering hours
How they make scattering wide floods
travel to our salty sea
Or make me reborn
to my child innocence
How they illuminate those forgotten
above your bosom
Making roses blossom
at your beautiful gaze
If I told you about your blue eyes
How they nourish
the bushes and smokey signals
And make our mother nature
become jealous
How they fight for each other
on the buffalo land
Or make strong eagles soar
in the tinted blue sky
How they make the weeping trees
full of laughter
Longing for tears to soak
in the pattern of your deep black robe
If I told you to meet me
Out beside the great white oak in the corn field
If I held your soft forgiven hand
And took on a silent idea
To go where I have not gone before
Would your blues eyes care and be spoken of
To join me with drink and fruit
For a fire burning feast and deep drum beat
For two spirits
Tonight, in the silence?
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.02.23.02:17:38 @ 296 nyc
Beautiful White Dove
I have never danced with you
Or embraced you during one
I have never moved close to you
Beneath a starlit midnight
I have never made love to you
Beside warm glowing candlelight
Seeing you in my mind
Constantly
I become a child
And bitter at my lips
Feeling you pound at my heart
Making my temperature rise
I have never known you
Or invited you to meet my grandparents
I have never cooked a gourmet dinner for you
Or gone with you to the theatre
I have never brought you flowers
Or received flowers from you
Feeling your heartbeat
Next to mine
As I sleep through the night
Quietly
All I can do is dream
Dream of you
The dreams I forget
At first daylight
I have never held your hand
Or tightly hugged you to soothe
I have never eaten dessert with you
Or smile in the photobooth
I have never felt so close
Or distant in an imaginary land
Smelling your scent
On your skin and in my memory
You drive me wild
And make me believe
In things I only dreamed of
I have never painted your portrait
With wonderful colors
I have never washed your hair
In the steamy shower
I have never seen the sunset with you
Under orange and red skies
Hearing your voice
Vibrate in my head
Making my joy rise
And wanting myself to get up
Each and every day
I have never walked through the leaves with you
Or lay beside a fireplace
I have never phoned late at night to talk with you
Or film our holiday
I have never sat beneath the 4th of July fireworks with you
Or glide a romantic rose on your body
Touching your skin
Your lips and eyelashes
Nose to nose
I’ll never forget
How soft you are
And this is why you are mine
My beautiful white dove
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.15.22:15:10@505NJ07430
Blue
Drinking myself to sleep
I pull down the shades
Have a glass of scotch.
I forget about the women
Yesterday’s lack of sun
And look forward to the music I will hear tomorrow
Take pills for the pain
But still bend over into my fetal position
To heal my internal bleeding
I fall dead asleep
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.09.18.01:46:00@NJ
Bronze Beauty
My invisible tongue remains silent
Until you shed scattered bronze light
At the first sight of tonight’s moonshine
Your beauty is a symphony
Orchestrated perfectly
With honey copper colors
Sparkling like a new found jewel
Your joy is to be held
And forever remembered and cherished
I hear the music
I see the visions
Of your beauty coming towards me
I’ll be the knight
Who guides your way
Through many forests you will enter
I will be tortured to save your innocence
And I will cry to soothe your pain
And I will honor you
Your beauty is strong like sunlight’s penetration through medieval ponds
Your beauty stands out in my mind beyond Michelangelo’s great chapel
Your beauty is a statue with a pedestal I shall compare all flowers too
Whatever your honesty
Whichever penalty you choose
However, you persuade me
Or see right through me
Whether you see it as a beginning
Or the beginning of the end
I’ll never forget your first smile
My first glance
Or the temporary world
We shared
Looking at you
Is staring at the sun and the moon
At once
Seeing you dance
Casting shadows that are venomous
To the ground you stand on
The curves twisting in warm candle light
Eating up my thirsty eyes
Forcing me near Salomé
As you sleep
I whisper sweetness into your apricot ears
I wish you would play in the rain with me
So, I can see water flow down your back
And lick the dribble off your nose
So, I can kiss you
Under sunny showers
Skies that open up
I wish you were my portrait
And you would blossom under my skin
For your brown eyes is all I have
Is all I have
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.20.00:00:00@NYCNJ
98.07.26.00:00:00@NYCNJ
98.07.27.00:00:00@NYCNJ
Bunny Rabbits Don’t Make Mistakes
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve skipped a few
I hide
A run from it
Instead of facing it
Yes, like you, I run
In different directions
A fear of the help
I ran down tree tunnels
And bunny rabbit trails
I hit holes
And travel in the fog
But the bunny rabbits
They continue to nibble
All in the right places
They never make mistakes
They do everything right
Hop along
Away from me
Towards me at times
Those certain times
But I, I made the mistake
The mistakes
I have forgotten the importance
Of patience among care and feeding
... said the little rabbit
Bunny rabbits never make mistakes
They guard the family’s territory
On the land of Christ
They make sure I burrow
Deep down inside
And pretend to not hear
You quickly pull out
Remember?
As if unnoticed
Not from either direction
In the dark, you are a bunny rabbit
In the daylight, who am I?
Who am I?
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.08.00:23:00@NYCNJ
98.07.09.00:23:00@NYCNJ
A butterfly in the wind
Feeling rain beneath my neck
Flowing fluid
Around my white waist
She stands next to me
By my river of hope and destination
She stands next to me
Still and cold.
Her nipples stiff
Hard in the rain
White displays my desire
My erection only proven
She is a butterfly today
And showed me the way
She taught me the light
And showed me the sunrise
We sat outside
And smelled the stars
Looked upon
Each other’s gaze
She is a mystery girl
One with wings
I found her tonight
And remember her yesterday
She is my heart
Standing next to me
In a gapless land
In a stretch across heartland
Telling no lies
She is but one truth
Unheard through eyes
Only your vocals
Temperature rises
Beneath covers
Christmas Trees
And laundry days
I sit on a windowsill
Look below me at the ground
I feel the suicide
And sacrifice myself daily
I do the soup and OJ and everything between
I do the goods the bads and the travels
I do the marches the parades and the writings
I do the paintings and audios and the lifts too
But still
What I do most
Is wait
And
Give
I hear the flapping
Her flapping now
The Butterfly’s wings
Of yellow nature
From out west currents
I feel the flapping
In my arms
Surrounding smiles
And warmth now joined
There is only one
But one
A butterfly in the wind
A butterfly in the wind...
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.05.11.02:34:58@07430NJ
Beauty
I gaze into your beauty
see strength deep within
sexy in a grey color sweater
underneath, slip a few
Eyebrows
lifted to enjoy
explore
and protect your eyes
leading to the bridge
slender
like the figure below
I get lost
in your brown eyes
over and over again
I can travel your pathways
and long hallways
any day
all day
Traveling through
your mystery brown eyes
baby seal eyes
attraction at its peak
your eyelashes at guard
only a glimpse
captures me
and makes me dive deeper
and sink into your eyes
beautiful brown eyes
I trace your curves
your smooth skin face
with my eyes
or feathers or ice
to your mouth
parted slightly
rose lips
pink in tone
for a nibble tonight
When you smile
all wars come to a halt
around mother earth
we stand still
at sight of your
glorious smile
healing a wound inside
Still a passenger
I travel down
see your sexy neck
outside you protrude
from the sweater cover
your hair
perfect
with the black
the brown
and the red color around
Slick
to the touch
feel
fingers through your hair
streak down
stroke upwards
The surrounding
incase
your mind of wonders
intelligence projected
ice water placed
down to earth
of Egyptian decent
If you were across a sea
I would row a boat
build a steam ship
create a bridge
If you were atop a mountain
I would be the first to climb
parachute down
or fly to your soul
Come with me
take a walk
an imagination
a chance of no other
your beauty interlocking
exchanging
finding
becoming “a one”
Dance with me
to the moon’s hymn
and the sun’s first open arms
with the animals of the forest
and the wonderful desert skies
and later
a dessert
to expand a horizon
And now I wonder
If your bolted tongue
slithers like that of your mind
and your beautiful brown eyes
down a slippery escape
of today’s reality
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.11.18.13:20:00@NYCUSA
Brown Ashes
they danced
exchanged
slithered up
each other’s bodies
melted
bended together
they bonded
candles ignited
the waitress laughed
customers scattered
rotations rushed
water poured
but did not stop us
wooden ones left
as the glass shattered
the mirror busted
drinks on me
they don’t sell well
we are being fed
as the others
left to bled
that night
I lay in bed
wonder how
I escaped
I survived
as a pile of slender ashes
lays beside me
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.11.07.12:52:00@505MAHWAH
Bleed
I am inside
As I tantalize your mind
I enjoy the outsides
I bleed the first time
I love to be loved
He pulls me in
Closer he gets
He gets closer
His full erection
I know I will bleed...
For the first time
I will loose
My flower is his
I want to
He wants to
He becomes hard
Strong in front of me
By breasts against his chest
By ass on the sheets
I know I will bleed the first time
I want to
I am ready
No condom at hand
His erection so strong
So erect and red
I yell
I yell
“NO!”
He forces
He intrudes
Inserts
Feels me
Around
All over
Grabs
Forces
Pulls
Hits
Beats
He rapes me
He fucks me
He makes me bleed
Part of me wanted
But I said “NO!”
And he came inside of me
Unwanted
He raped me
Hard as it was
He fucked me
He made me bleed
I bled
On those sheets I grabbed
On those sheets my ass was on
No condom at hand
Will I have a child?
A child I do not want
A child of blood
A child
That will be raped?
By his father?
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.08.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
Bed
reach out
touch it
caress it
upon it
love it
fuck it
make it
bed
come here
you can see
you can sit
you can lay
come here
fuck it
the bed
chain up
explore
satin or silk
bed of roses
slim white
black and gold
silver shines
wet promises
fantasies complete
bed
desire a must
competition a lust
make love
make a new
reveal
erotic
times of the past
moments of the future
the now in my eyes
me in your eyes
bed
take chances
love the lust
curves of such
hair and lean in
toward the shadow
candle beside
the cotton pillow
bed
peace
feel it up
above the shore line
compromise
make no promise
propose if you will
in my bed
or yours
baby and child
nurse thy breast
suck thy nipple
suck thy dick
bed
home
comfort
put up no front
warm
cozy
make a stand
reach for that heaven
with one another
you can be one
see a time
where all can be shared
a dream
a bed
a bed
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.03.01.01:00:00@31USQWNYC
Baby
lather it up
soap it up
that strong thing
do what you do best
in leather and lace
make everything nice
fuck it up
up the ass
or in the hole
fuck it up
tonight, we will last
a forever bleeding wound
under the midnight sky
between the thundering thigh
tonight, we will last
reach inside
deep under the sheet
reach for that meat
reach inside
do not be afraid
be an animal
be with me
in the bed
or in the car
in the shower
or in the kitchen
in the park
or in the theater
be with me
baby
baby
you are the one
in mind and spirit
you are the one
baby
so soft
angel wings
devil eyes
let me caress your
ever slender curves
let me explore
your gentle holes
let me inside
deep inside
because
tonight
baby
tonight, is for you.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.01.30.02:24:00@31USQWNYC