Hallelujah (Version #2)
My voice can be heard
Today
It is not just another day
from yesterday
Today,
My voice can be heard
In these mountains.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.03.17:05:13@1515NYC
Hungry
Hungry inside
Burns
Burns inside
This vacancy
This void
Empty canister of potions
Fully loaded lotions
Ready to be deployed
One more pull
It might just end
I’m hungry
My eyes say it
My lips speak it
I’m hungry for you
I’m on the prowl
You better watch out
I’ll roar in your backyard
I’ll mark my territory with my scent
I’ll growl beneath your bed sheets
I’m hungry
Tense in the shoulders
I’m bulging
Packing
Heated
I’m hungry
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.13.17:14:14@1515NYC
Happiness
Everyone was expecting me
The guest of honor
To be at the event of celebration
Instead
The first was to find me
Alone among her beauty
Found me in a pool of red
Soaked in the grey floor
Of my street address
The second to come down on in
She walked in and heard the soundtrack playing
The score of death
They were not quite sure when it happened
And the third man of beauty arrived
Took things into perspective and placed a few phone calls
The fourth and fifth arrive
Not knowing the horror, they have found
The sixth phones the studio
The seventh comes without any I AMs
But with greenbacks to trade
With a man who lay dead
Eighth walks in with Sixth
Out from the warm street
The Ninth in love, now bows in sadness
Tenth and Eleventh come with unexpected Twelfth
Tears pour into the pools I lay deep in
As Thirteenth and Fourteenth and Fifteenth do not show
Sixteenth is gone
Seventeenth has not phoned
Eighteenth comes with a drink in hand
No scotch by my side
A paper Will in the cabinet
A collection for you, and a collection for you
Nineteenth and Twentieth
They all arrive, the music changes
Valentine cards done, in the head
A fan rotating overhead
A poem of sorrow, a poem of hope
A poem of laughter, a poem of memory
Twenty-first and Twenty-second,
They file in one after the other
Hugging and gathering
Coroner long over due
Police come in; I remember that September
True ones never said hello, only have forgotten
The celebration is today
The funeral is at a day’s notice
Pack your belongings and say goodnight
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.07.10.03:09:21@296NYC
Hidden Thought
Say Something
Give me a sign
Say what you are hiding
Reveal your secrets.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.06.22:00:00@NYC
Hijacked Love
She stole my love away
She hijacked it from my heart
She cried when I cried
She laughed when I laughed
Her body quivered when I made love to her
Her lips softened when I kissed her
She promised me something divine
She promised me something real
Her eyes spoke to me as I gazed
Her ears listened as I whispered
She dreamed when I was alive in her arms
She breathed deeply when I hugged
She stole my love away
She hijacked it from my heart
She embraced me in the evening
She woke up next to me in the morning light
Her soft skin was always next to mine
Her curves surrounding my innocence
She was music to my heart
She was everything peaceful
Her thoughts were shared with mine
Her energy flowed through me
She was only a memory
She was only a short fantasy
© 2002 David Greg Harth
01.11.12.00:00:00@296NYC
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02.01.12:00:00:00@296NYC
02.02.12:00:00:00@296NYC
Happiness is a warm gun
I think I’ll shove one up your ass.
I think I’ll guide one between your legs.
I think I’ll trace your contour with the barrel
I think I’ll plow through the feathers of the down with this steel rod
I think I’ll blast through the night on your bed sheets
I think I’ll enter your soul and make you forget
I think I’ll shoot up tonight
I think I’ll penetrate your mind all night
I think I’ll take this gun and poke you in the back
I think I’ll make you stick it up high
I think I’ll turn you around and make you warm
I think I’ll stare in your eyes and make you cold
I think I’ll slowly make you brace it
I think I’ll quickly make you suck it
I think I’ll show you how to use it
I think I’ll show you how to honor it
I think I’ll make you stroke its weight
I think I’ll make you groan louder at point
I think I’ll deliver it gently
I think I’ll never let it explode again
I think I’ll wish I had it inside
I think I’ll wish I never died
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.01.31.18:49:57@296NYC
Hairy Man
You are big and husky
Huge
A man’s man
Hairy man.
Fuckin brilliant.
Tremendous
Overwhelming
Incomprehensible
A wonderful machine
Pressed
Clean & Fuckin dirty
You are a huge giant
Your fingers are bigger than my palm
Your tongue is bigger than my femur
Your hair is scratchy then the velcro on my shoe
You are a beast
A monkey
A fuckin ape
A gigantic tarantula
Your tears make the Great Lakes miniature
Your shit is bigger then all the Buffalo roaming
Your ideas should be printed on currency
You are unspeakable
You are obsession
You get in my fuckin way
You freeze when in the line of duty
You crawl up a woman’s sleeve
You die alone and you’re left with nothing
You’re fuckin huge
A brilliant warrior
Hairy fucker
A tower of thickness
Lust and Bullshit
Obsession
You are broken
A fuckin pane of glass
A fuckin vile of blood
A mason jar of fat
A pool of urine
A photograph of puberty
A leftover dinner
A piece of shit
You are on top
Positioned yourself on top of the highest point
The farthest destination
The lonelist place on earth
The coldest
The most sacred
Dusty, Grey, Smelly, Dirty, Fuckin place in the world
You are a man's man.
And you mean nothing to me
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.07.03.17:08:00@1515NYC
Hot & Sticky
After fucking, we took a shower, rinsed off the cum from her legs and her lower back. Rubbed her shoulders and washed her hair. Had a scavenger hunt between her thighs and cupped her breasts. Hot & Sticky.
Riding the A train home, it was 95 degrees and extremely hot. Sweat bubbled up on top your skin and all you could do was bake in the oven. I got out and walked up the steps behind a young woman with olive skin wearing a thin white skirt. I could see her tight G-String right through the fabric. Hot & Sticky.
At the park I watched the dogs chase each other. Each time they made a pass; I got pelted by small little stones. Each hitting me with a snap. The dogs would run around in circles, chasing nothing, chasing each other, and greeting each other. They would run right up to each other’s asses and sniff. Some dogs would even mount other dogs and begin humping. Hot & Sticky.
Walking on Grand Street on this hot summer day, I pass tons of fish. Smell fish, octopuses and eel. Headless, or finless, perhaps even brainless. Pig parts, pig heads, pig feet, pig ears and pig insides. All displayed for the little China man to eat. I didn’t have any chopsticks handy so I just dug my hands in deep, into the bucket of ice and felt around. Didn’t find that electric eel, didn’t know it was alive in the case to the right. Hot & Sticky.
In SoHo there is a gallery on Wooster Street. I’m sure you know it. I went there for an opening and what did I see? Some new art to be examined. At the opening I met this woman with brunette hair. She told me to get down on one knee and be a delight to her navel. Oh, what a sight! I got down on one knee, and with a twirl of a tongue, I’m back at her place eating her Cinnamon Bun! Hot & Sticky.
I went to the marketplace and had drinks with my friend. He brought along his new girlfriend from Detroit. Although he never told me that she was so slutty, so dirty and married with two kids. I don’t know why, I don’t know how, I’ve seen him suck and I’ve seen him probe. But it was still stuck in her hole, so I excused myself and they left for pork. Hot & Sticky.
On a faraway planet, let’s say, Baby Jupiter. That’s where I met her. My beautiful girlfriend. She served me up and I met her out back. She was wearing a turquoise shirt that day. Tight and blue. Cyan. Even horrifying! I got her out back, on that July summer day. I bent her over that barrel and slapped her ass! Slapped it so hard, she drenched my fist. Hot & Sticky.
Sitting alone, resting upon my sheets, on my bed. I hear the couple above me fucking. Making loud noises and shifting the bed over and over again. I heard the scratching of her fingernails into his back. I heard the moans of his early cum. And I heard the cries shortly after. I realized masturbating was not a crime, so I stroked my cock and listened once more. Hot & Sticky.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.06.28.17:15:31@1515NYC
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
Vomit
I vomit during the day
I vomit during the night
I vomit in my dreams
I vomit on the land
We rolled around
In that orange and green
In that yellow and brown
In that neon blue
We rolled around
Horsed around
Fooled around
I punctured her skin
With my stick
We had a fuck
In that vomit
Vomit all around
Puke on myself
She puked on me
And then I on her
I vomit during the day
I vomit during the night
I vomit on her hands
I vomit on her payment
We paid each other
Went our ways
I never saw her again
But I have a trail of vomit
Leading down to my cock
And now I’m going
And I’ll puke some more
Vomit some more
And smell the stench
In my dreams
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.20.10:38:46 @ In my dreams PMSMCA
Face
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
I’ll believe in God
I’ll fall in love
I’ll talk to my mother
Let me just have one look
Just for a little while
I want to see
I want to see your sculpted face
Let me see your face
I have to see your face
Please, let me see your face
I want to see your face
I need to see your face
Just one little glimpse
One quick look
A little gaze
A brief squint
Let me see your image
Let me see your chiseled face
Let me see your beauty
Let me see why people are running
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
I have to see your face
Let me trace your outlines
Allow me to enter peace
I must see your face
I have to see it now
I can’t go on living
I need the proof to survive
I heard about your face
Magnificent
Vibrant
Godly
Surreal
I want to see your face
Let me see your face
I beg you
I will turn away right away
Let me see your face
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.12.04:16:32@296NYC