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False Love

Love was false

I shall not shed a tear

It was wrong

I shall not share a weep

Love was not reality

I shall not ever be the same

Love was a mirage

I shall not make mends

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.05.16.12:59:08@205HudsonNYC

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Found Death

I found a man

In a pool of blood

He did reside

Just down from my home

In a pool of blood

 

I found a man

Dead on the floor

It was dark, it was cold

The man in a pool of blood

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.02.08.12:44:49@205HudsonNYC

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From The Woods

Wearing white

A gown covered in bells

Snowflakes drifted down from the clouds

 

A horse gallops in the far distance

Trumpet players chime their sounds

As the attendees pour in

 

Honey drips down the trees

A bee buzzes by

Humming birds fly

 

Growling roars are heard from mountain tops

A choir heard for miles

Listening to your every footstep

 

These states are borderless

Containing nothing but compassion

It is I who waits

 

The aisle run is over

Your cuffs are off

Free you are

 

My warm arms open

She came to me draped

From the woods she walked.

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.25.11:42:06@205HudsonNYC

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Falling

Like the rocks I lick at night

I fall from the sky at unknown speeds

My arteries refuse to end the fight

 

Goddess of dream’s sand

I fall flat against this hard dirt

The heart of fallen angels are in command

 

Falling with my broken wing

Accept me for who I have become

Both of us are tired of aching

 

I have always loved you

Mí na Nollaig approaches

Let me help you with your muumuu

 

Choice is yours, to be fruit

With performing miracles and shining stars

Or reservations on Lexington’s route

 

Falling in a downward spiral

Awoken from my study of disbelief

Encephalitis gone, your love is viral

 

I am not going anywhere; I have no place to be

Two have taken to falling

I continue to purchase your white tea

 

Let it burn for a little while longer

This wick of desire must meet

Days pass as our love gets stronger

 

Slipping under the over pass

Falling between the cracks

Lying on last year’s meadow grass

 

I’m falling to the earth

Catch me in your arms

Make my long wait worth

 

Autumn leaves are falling now

Another year will pass

Time for your heart to avow

 

You fell in love with me

And I fell in love with you

It’s time to become our very own we

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.11.08.12:44:11@205HudsonNYC

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Fourteen I Love Yous

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.10.18.09:11:00@SpringStThompsonStNYC

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Found Hair

As I twisted about,

Twisted around,

I came up in the morning

Woken to Charlie yelling at me

No sunlight hit my face.

 

I awoke

Slowly rolled and climbed

Lowered myself to the ground

And as i did

What did I see

But a single hair

Falling from my bed

A hair from you.

 

 

© David Greg Harth 2006

06.10.13.23:03:55@296NYC

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Forever (First Version)

With her digging tools she lifted out my heart

On the table she placed it still beating

It was time for me to go, it was time to depart

Now I leave my loved one with a greeting

 

Know that I have loved you so wholly

I have reached deep within, my severed lines now dead

Even as I now sink in the swallowing dirt slowly

My love for you has never been shed

 

As my vitality clock ends and tells the tale

Death will never take my love for you

My body lays so empty and frail

Let it be heard, my love for you is true

 

Tediously I dissolve and oblivion welcomes me

“I love you forever” is my last plea

 

© 2005 David Greg Harth

05.10.04.11:21:23@205Hudson

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Friday Poem

As you eat your donuts,

And you sip your tea,

I can’t help but think,

If you’d be suckin’ on me.

 

As you study your lines,

And you think of photography,

I can’t help but think,

If we’d make our own choreography.

 

As you wash your hair,

And you think of the sky,

I can’t help but think,

If I’d go down on your thigh.

 

As you wet yourself with soap,

And you clean your soul,

I can help but think,

If you let me go on and cajole.

 

As you bend forwards,

And you deliver your rump,

I can’t help but think,

If in the night we went thump.

 

As you sing your song

And I put you in a gag,

I can’t help but think

If we went for a shag.

 

As you moan your words,

And hear the twinkle of a flute,

I am the Eden,

And you are my fruit.

 

That is my tale,

A Friday morning,

I am here,

and you are there,

I am a rock,

and you,

a river.

 

© 2005 David Greg Harth

05.06.24.10:22:00@NYC

Poem for J-Dog

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five

five fingers

five toes

five thoughts of you

five bare

five snail

five up stream

and five deep down

five inside

and five alive

five to six

and six to five

beg for five

and give you high

up your thigh

goodbye tonight

with all my might

fire the five

and news at o’clock

return the sent

and send the scent

forgot the five

sugar up my hive

salt the vinegar

and shake my hand

say the five

prayers till you die

alone again

on the 5th of five

in zero five

here i am

and there she went

could not have said

you better be wet

five is what I meant

and five is what I had

 

five

 

five

 

five

 

five

 

five

 

 

© 2005 David Greg Harth

05.05.05.05:05:05@296NYC

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Funeral

We have gathered here today

for the man that has been loved

but has never been in love.

 

Many have loved him over the years.

We all know about his immense amount

of great friendships

and the love he returned

to each of us individually.

 

He was a man that did not celebrate much.

But he shared his love to all of us every day.

Even though he was not in it himself.

 

We have gathered here today

to wish him a peaceful farewell

and hope that his powerful sense of love

can only be spread among us all.

 

Remember his love,

his being in the existence,

always loving and never being in.

A strong man with a heart torn,

but with that ache he delivered

his warmest love to us all.

 

Let us all gather around

this sad sight

and make our last respect

to a man that has redefined love

while searching all his life

to be in love.

 

We have gathered here today

for the man that has been loved

but has never been in love.

 

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.07.22.01:14:47@296NYC

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Friends

I have so many friends.

So many that love me.

My family and so many great friends.

But I don’t have any best friends.

I never had a best friend.

I’ve had many great friends. Plenty of good friends.

Seriously, I have very many GREAT friends.

But when everything is wrong in the world,

you want that one really close friend.

That best friend.

To count on.

To phone.

When you’re alone.

And contemplating suicide.

But there is no one to call.

Because you have so many great friends.

But you don’t have a best friend.

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.04.20.22:07:44@296NYC

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Four

I’ve got four hands.

Four hands for holding you.

Blisters on my hands from the pleasure.

Dancing to the dusted planet.

I hear satellite phones.

Four times the speed of sound.

I can’t take this foursome.

Let’s have a drink, and make it right.

Do the right thing.

Black cars, black cars, black cars.

Four girls waving good bye.

Children riding the merry-go-round.

Time to go out and get the newspaper.

I’ll pour the coffee if you pour the juice.

We’ll cut coupons.

Four.

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.04.04.04:04:04@296NYC

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Fate

I forgot,

when I opened the wooden door,

that her name was Fate.

And Fate was at my door.

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.03.12.24:12:49@296NYC

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Freedom States

Freedom States:

1) Be who you are

2) Become who you wish to become from within

3) Kiss Boys and Kiss Girls

4) Dance to music you hear in your mind

5) Eat at Hospital Cafeterias

6) Dive off of cloud number nine, number nine

7) Count the tiles on the wall and request apple juice

8) Pretend you are sleeping

9) Don’t wake up

10) See state number eleven as absolute freedom

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.01.16.22:29:39@296NYC

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Fear

It’s horrible to wake up every day

and go to sleep every night,

not knowing if you’ll ever meet

that one lover.

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.01.01.04:31:46@296NYC

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funny little artman

funny little artman

crawling on the bottom of the sea

crawling on the white walls of the Chelsea Gallery

crawling on the floor beneath Peggy Guggenheim’s skirt

 

funny little artman

showing his art all around town

showing his thick cock to all the viewers

showing his talent to the world

 

funny little artman

charming the moms and dads

charming the art critics

charming the women

 

funny little artman

creating with his camera

creating with his paintbrush

creating with his mind

 

funny little artman

up in the attic working

up in the sky working

up in the bed working

 

funny little artman

gone to the museum to study Pollock

gone to the gallery to study De Kooning

gone to the center to study Ryman

 

funny little artman

carrying the Bible wherever he may go

carrying the rubber bands around his wrist

carrying the black clothes on his back

 

funny little artman

in his studio

in his mind

in his development

 

watch him run!

watch him grow!

watch him succeed!

funny little artman!

 

 

© 2003 David Greg Harth

03.05.23.04:48:59@296NYC

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Fruit Bugs

I hate you

Fruit Bugs

I didn’t ask to purchase you

For $405.00

I didn’t ask for that

You Fuckin Fruit Bugs

I hate you!

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.08.09.04:00:00@296NYC

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Falling Apart

4:23am

My nose started to run.

 

4:38am

My nose was bleeding. First a slow bleed, then it began to seep out even quicker.

 

4:47am

My finger nails and toe nails begin to fall off. Crack and chip at the base and eventually just flake off.

 

4:53am

The hair all over my body grows rapidly outwards. Falling to the floor and filling up the room. My hair quickly gets longer and longer, first inches, then feet. I’m among the bushels of hair. All of my hair surrounds me quickly, covering me deeply in it. Finally, the hair, in a matter of minutes, turns grey and white. And grows as much as it can until all the hair on my body falls out.

 

4:56am

My nails are missing, my nose bleeding, all of my hair grew out and fell from the pores of my body.

 

5:02am

My teeth fall from my mouth. Some I choke on as they go down my throat. I feel the stomach acid eat at each tooth. The acid rises in my esophagus and conquers my tongue. It burns my tongue away and leaves holes in my throat exposed to the air.

 

5:07am

My eyes melt from their sockets. Turning to a jelly like substance with the iris sliding down my face and chest and leg.

 

5:09am

My ears take a dive off of my hairless skull. Slowly the intricate assemblages are gone.

 

5:12am

My skin all over starts to blister and my genitals turn black and blue like a major frost bite. Quickly the blisters all over my body begin to form water bubbles and sockets of puss. Bleeding and rotting quickly, flies from the nearby market rush over and lay their eggs on my raw skin.

 

5:18am

Faster and faster, I rot, and now the speedy fly eggs hatch with little larva and maggots screaming and eating at my open flesh.

 

5:23am

My elbow and knee joints give and I feel incredibly gummy not able to stand or sit in any structured position.

 

5:34am

Lying there, on the floor, still for the last few moments. Bloody, infested, smelly, numb, and fading away.

 

5:41am

I can feel the throbbing of my central nervous system. All of my nerves and the synapses connecting them, pulsating in an unusual rhythm. My brain swelling and my spinal fluid becomes unbalanced with abnormal protein levels.

 

5:48am

I regurgitate my stomach acid and my bladder gives way and busts open. The urine pours from the holes in my throat and my anus explodes in an outward fashion. I lay in my own pool of shit, piss, and blood.

 

6:02am

The sun begins to rise outside. The sunlight scatters into the room in which I lay. The new sun burns the remaining fat on my body, as the epidermis layer of skin has disappeared. Motionless I lay in the mixture of everything that I was made of.

 

6:11am

I cannot see or hear or smell my death. But I know I am dead. Completely fallen apart.

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.07.06.06:29:15@296NYC

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Franklin Delano

Oh, Franklin Delano

How I love you

 

I see you on these streets every day

Hot humid New York City days

You walk pass me on my left and right

Sometimes directly in front of me, in white

 

Franklin Delano

Catch you on the subway

Franklin Delano

Catch you up the escalator

Franklin Delano

Catch you in the lift

 

I see you walking with pride

Determination is set in

Ignoring placed advertisements

Passing by the wet tongues

 

Franklin Delano

Electrifying

Franklin Delano

Glorious

Franklin Delano

Mysterious

 

Franklin Delano

Suggested

Franklin Delano

Sculpted

Franklin Delano

Luggage

 

I see you traveling these warm seas

Follow you through the streets

Route back passed the fire

Communication none, today, after one hundred grand

 

Franklin Delano

I love you

Franklin Delano

Kiss me

Franklin Delano

I’m soaked in your shadow

Franklin Delano

I’m heated skin

 

I see you swallow the moisture from your parted lips

Think about the way to snort the high life

Listen to the plants in your pockets

And phone me up on the telephone, please

 

I see you loving the imagery

Not significantly sharing the wealth of ivory

Keeping it for that home unit air conditioner

In this City heat

 

Franklin Delano

Give me the rope, and I’ll forget

Franklin Delano

Give me a hand, and I’ll grasp

Franklin Delano

Guide me in, and I’ll be back

Franklin Delano

Guide me, and Ill set you free

 

Franklin Delano

I love you

Franklin Delano

Let’s go dance

Franklin Delano

Live with me

Franklin Delano

See you tomorrow

 

 

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.06.27.15:41:48@1515NYC

02.06.29.03:01:11@296NYC

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