David Harth 1998-07-27 David Harth 1998-07-27

11 (Version #2)

Eleven

She tells me

She enlightens me

Leans over me

Eleven

I hardly knew you

But now we are packaged

Like frozen dinners

Eleven

I never thought of you as a figure

I painted you in my sketch book

I’m only a corpse now

Eleven

You are on my tombstone

Two erect Ones

One beside each other

Eleven

On a football jersey

On an elephant’s back

Who has been faithful

one hundred percent

Eleven

Because its dark in this night

Because I’m a sentimental

Because I count the tiles down the wall

Because I cry myself to sleep

Because no one knows the pain of the twelves

Eleven

Because you are an escape from locks

Eleven

Because you are a test

Eleven

Because you are red and blue

Eleven

Because you are dead

Eleven

Because I hate you

Eleven

Because I overcame you

Eleven

Because you beat me

Eleven

Because you are the jungle in my nightmare

Eleven

Because you last for months

Eleven

Because they have no idea who I am

Eleven

Because I watch you go around in circles

Eleven

Because I want to be with you

Eleven

Because I know you through

Picture books

And Holy flowers

And table pieces

Through television

And undeclared magazine subscriptions

Twelve

Because you are me

Because you were my life

Because they know me there

Because they feed on me there

Because you were there

Because I was shot there

Because I met you there

Because I ate sweet bananas there

Twelve

Because of the view

Because of the time

Because of the water fountains

Because of the mystery

Because of the lost

Twelve

Because of the dozen

Because of the meal

Because of the day

Because of my sisters

Because of my brothers

And the pancakes they slapped each other with

And the pancakes they cracked skulls with

And the help they have given

On dark wintery nights

Eleven

Because you said so

Because it’s true

Because it’s me

Because that’s the way things are

As I crawl up into a ball

And wish for a tap

For a rest

That you and you and you

All understand

Eleven because at eleven times

twice and no one called plus one

No one gave a shit

A flying fuck

You didn’t even know

In fact

No one knew

Except the lamppost

That groped my leg

In my crossing dream

Eleven because you didn’t know

Nor care

perhaps

Twelve because you fucked me up the ass

And made me art and poetry

And that painful word that penetrates my world

You’ll never find it here today

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David Harth 1998-07-27 David Harth 1998-07-27

Suicide

I wish I could hold

All the people that contemplate suicide

I wish I could give them something to cherish

And hold on to

I wish I could hug them

And cradle their entire life

In my pale palms

I wish they would call me

And ask me to help

I wish those who think

About suicide

Those who want to act upon it

I wish they would see me

And discover me

So, I can show them light

A new sunny way

A path of freedom

I wish I could hold

And give them warmth

I would bleed forever

And starve myself

To save the souls of the self-killed

I wish you knew me

When you took your life

I wish I didn’t record

My memory stopped

As you created an end for yourself

I wish I could rewind

Correct the wrong

And share life with you

I wish I could stab myself

To give you joy

And life once again

Many people will say

All sorts of things

But I remember you

As a reflection in a mirror

Of oneself that ended

So suddenly

Quiet

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David Harth 1998-07-27 David Harth 1998-07-27

Scent

Your smelly stench

Encompasses me

Raw fish sea-weed armpits

Whirlwind of gunk

Around my body

As I hide and pray

And prey

You lift your arms for strength

And a breeze

But all you give me is hell

As Marley sings in my head

Feelings rust out

And your science fiction novel

Ignites in flames

From your dirty scum-disease

Smell

Unshaven

Welcome to Puberty

Ain’t no Fuckin’ ‘Can

Do use?

As I spray and splat bugs

On the back of your thicket of a head

Come on Rebel Rebel

Dog biting Warhol

And you 60’s Dick Scratcher

Take your filthy

Nighttime for school girls

Back to your Wife!

And remember

The carpet I put

Down for her

For her!

Take your whiskey

Saturated hairy ears

And mop up the urine

You left behind

Smelly fuck!

You wanna piece of me!?

You want it!?

Fuck you!

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David Harth 1998-07-27 David Harth 1998-07-27

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

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David Harth 1998-07-20 David Harth 1998-07-20

Untitled (Phone Calls)

I lurk in the shadows

As a bomb at the station goes off

I digest my surroundings

And record her every move

I attack my city

When the poets or pope

Come to town

I create love

And conduct the orchestra

Lust will chant symphonies of blood

As my loneliness lasts to the bathhouse

Clear skies protect their loved ones

As blind men communicate about leather

Bible signatures

And an artist’s handicap

Sitting, shivering in the cold

She doesn’t hold me tonight

And last night’s rain is still dripping

Down my arched back

I hear the Beatles pledge to the boy in the Rye

And the Art Killers

in cathedrals

and central park

They come and go

When doves cry

Go home

Melodies in red, white, and blue

Paste my wall

But all I can do

Is put my cock ring on

And fuck Ms. Liberty

Until I cum inside her wet torch

The others sending thanks

And lyrics of the past

I give all

And take little

Robbing the banks

To produce the consumer

I work every day

To beg on my knees

For forgiveness

She has blue eyes today

Baby Blue

Yesterday a shade of brown

But whenever I see her

A mirror is broken

I stay in the night

To feel sausage sliding

And baby back ribs

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David Harth 1998-07-20 David Harth 1998-07-20

Green Eyes

Golden shimmer

Holding me

Commanding me

Her emerald green eyes feeling

Trying to see through

Examine

Her golden red hair

Flowing down

Back alley High School

Remembrance

Twos by twos

Not the same day blues

She looks out across rivers

A daily job

A friend by day

A memory at night

No drink at all

After daylight

We go to our locations

To sleep and wonder

She sleeps in new bedrooms

As I twist and turn

She knows my thoughts

About loved ones

And hated ones

She sleeps until the sunrise

As I tread the waters to meet her

She comes down fast

Upon my poetry and dollars

She shimmers in lights

And is a delight

A Times Square beauty

On the west most face

Staring out

I wish it was

Sleeping

I thankyou

Wonderful Friend

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David Harth 1998-07-16 David Harth 1998-07-16

Moonlight Temptation

I would watch the moonlight

Reflect on your face

As you ease your shadows

Upon my chest

My temptation to go inside

Wrap around you with hugging arms

Kills me every day

Eats me up inside

I would kiss you

Under summer skies

The blue midnight that melts

In the beauty of your hands

I miss your soul

That I never had

Show me heaven

I’ll show you another universe

Capture colors with me

And I’ll enter your brown eyes

I’ll come out from beneath

And share my thoughts

I’ll kiss your tears

Of sadness and joy every day

My honor will disappear

As I kneel for sculpted bronze

I whisper sweetness

Into your ear

As my fingertips let you escape

From the ordinary day

I will howl at many moons

To divide the winds and seas

For your insight to absorb

And breath to take in

Speak to the ocean and land with me

Let me cradle you in my arms

As we grasp the sensation

And conquer our feelings

Cuddle outside with me

And see the sunset

And watch a new dawn rise

While intertwining with each other

I’ll let you inside

Discover the changes among

Curves, eyes, touch, and desire

My heart is forever enslaved

But when set free

The glow you will see

Ignited by your moonlight

By your smile

By your mind

By your vibration

I will live

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David Harth 1998-07-16 David Harth 1998-07-16

Untitled (Available For Love)

I give up my world for you

For your touch

For the smoothness of your skin

For the revolution around your soul

I give up my world for you

To have the sensation

To kiss your cheeks

And hold you forever

I’ll show the world who I am

Come out of my hiding

Show no secrets

And answer all questions

I’ll stop my art

I’ll become a shadow

To save you from agony

To save you from hope

Notice me

The person inside

The man

The passion

The sweetness

The kindness

The lover

The artist

Don’t talk to me

Just show me the way

Put your words aside

Show me your emotions

Let me see your insides

Your heart

Your beating

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David Harth 1998-07-15 David Harth 1998-07-15

Waiting

I’m waiting for the sun to burst

I’m waiting for the line to end

I’m waiting for the train

I’m waiting for her

For love

For she

I’m waiting for togetherness

Peace & Beauty

I’m waiting for the song to end

For my pain to halt

I’m waiting for art to show

On gallery walls

I’m waiting for the hunted

I’m waiting for my prey

I’m waiting for the food to cook

I’m waiting to bury my father with a puzzle

I’m waiting to kneel down in front

Holding hands

I’m waiting to caress her skin

To hold her hand

And lay upon her chest

I’m waiting for the sign

To Walk or Don’t Walk

I’m waiting for the rain

To pour and wash my tears away

I’m waiting to help the helpless

The sick, the dying, the dead

I’m waiting for the year

I’m waiting very long

I’m waiting for the optimization

I’m waiting for the tour

I’m waiting for the day

And for the tap

I’m waiting for the dream

And the memory

The shared time

And the first dinner

I’m waiting for the night

And the scent

I’m waiting for the sight

And the touch

I’m waiting forever

Until realism is defined

Until moments are defined

Until I am pinned

Into my corner of make-believe

And truth.

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David Harth 1998-07-10 David Harth 1998-07-10

My Crucifixion

For you

My tears are drops of rain

My affection is a wounded heart

Your beauty is a cobra’s venom

Poisoning my body to unearthly heaven

Making me spin out of control

In a tornado of optional corrupted hard thickness

Deep down inside

In the bush

Between the gods, the land, and the sky

I hide

I wait for people like you

To gather around my waist

And hold me tight

Like the grip of last night’s wind

For you

I slice at my skin and save your sins

I collect seeds to plant

To water and nurse

The growth of us

Seeing your smile

Hearing your laugh

I have to make noise

Yell and scream

Show my orgasm

As your beauty shades my existence

Again Again

I make myself known

To you and the world

I give up everything

For you

I crucify myself

To be with you

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David Harth 1998-07-10 David Harth 1998-07-10

458 (Found Poem)

blue eyes from the west

meet blue eyes from the east

she: olive skin

he: ghost from beneath

a thank you

a penetration

a no “please” on the ra-dio

smooth reaches

navel galore

experience truth, “A”

let the artist inside

and he may never come out

let the artist inside

and one day, I will dive

you reached an ocean

i took the lead

you felt the motion

I conquered the colors

crystal blue

round and yours

the touch, the feel, holy inside

the secrets, the fantasies

a division of society

sheets make a boundary

a simple hello

an intense hug

beauty surrounds

that glow within

from far they come

and to be with them

a wish from below

and above

a journey of no other

a complex wonder

desire

the sensual

the enriched

the lasting

from day to day

a thought behind

baby eyes

eyebrows to die for

every curve

every inch

heat sensitive

and a cool breeze

superior

exterior

no justification

just an imagination

outside or

inside

over and out

i am about

feel the time

hold it

grasp it

capture it

then and only then

ask yourself

deep down inside

why?

or why not?

wise, very wise

talk

and today

see a new red shape

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David Harth 1998-07-09 David Harth 1998-07-09

021-1670/18.99

1410

Kissing at 4th

Candy given

Chocolate given

0018

Served me

But did not wait for me

1219

Baked

Cooked

Wed

In the heart

Forgotten

0402

Wanted me

Sliced

1310

I fucked up

At least I thought

And every time I remember

0203

Never will I ever

Chugging along

Making it

Nature

0003

Where

Shove my tongue

Down that throat

0310

Pouring gasoline

Most fun I had

Burned soul

And frightened ass

I tattooed the smoker’s grave!

1118

Knowledge

Figure it

1813

Shave me

For I hardly knew

But I was hard

As I mounted numbers

0301

Fucked thrice

Thrived on my thirst

Bought me

And I gave it

Gone

0910

It’s a game

Desire my lust?

0105

It’s a game

Desire my lust?

1920

All I can do is think

And recall

And the donation of the fucker

1802

Gotta love it

Going down on me

Like a fluttering bee

0320

Wish it was

Next to me

Beside me

Hugging

0010

I don’t know

Hidden behind paint

Get to know anatomy

It’s the future

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David Harth 1998-07-09 David Harth 1998-07-09

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?

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David Harth 1998-07-07 David Harth 1998-07-07

I Need You

I need you more than ever.

I need you like a forest

needs rain

I need you like a tree

need roots

I need you like a serpent

needs a sea

I need you like a great white heron,

needs the sky

I need you like the ocean

needs a current

I need you like a chainsaw

needs electricity

I need you like a wolf

needs meat

I need you like a temple

needs prayers

I need you like a rapist

needs power

I need you like an infant

needs a nipple

I need you like the mountains

need valleys

I need you like a television

needs a viewer

I need you like a fuck

needs love

I need you like a dream

needs sleep

I need you like thunder

needs lightning

I need you like a spider

needs a web

I need you like a soul

needs a body

I need you like a disease

needs a host

I need you like evil

needs good

I need you like a warning

needs a cause

I need you like blood

needs a place

I need you like a thought

needs a spark

I need you like a breeze

needs a direction

I need you like time

needs movement

I need you like an engine

needs fuel

I need you like a person

needs a label

I need you like a candle

needs a flame

I need you like dust

needs a plain

I need you like a river

needs a bend

I need you like a screw

needs a nut

I need you like Columbus

needed a map

I need you like Warhol

needed a gun

I need you like Dorothy

needed a home

I need you like Gilligan

needed a boat

I need you like Santa

needs a sleigh

I need you like the Bee-Gees

needs a mirror-ball

I need you like Vox

needs the media

I need you like one

needs destruction

I need you like a film

needs an audience

I need you like dinner

needs a plate

I need you like boiling water

needs heat

I need you like a logo

needs treatment

I need you like color

needs light

I need you like peace

needs war

I need you like men

needs God

I need you like religion

needs followers

I need you like a fetus

needs a womb

I need you like a bee

needs honey

I need you like a tongue

needs a taste

I need you like a worshipper

needs an imagination

I don’t need you.

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David Harth 1998-06-30 David Harth 1998-06-30

Rugged Sexy Rebel

Shake of a bet

I met you at night

A drag you had

The look you gave me

We stared silently

As others looked on

Connected beneath your skirt

As you painted my portrait

Eyes locking & bending

Till Midnight

You watch me walk off

Mistakenly

My memory recalls

Sexy attitude

I’ll find an artist’s tool

And phone you later

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David Harth 1998-06-30 David Harth 1998-06-30

TC1920V

Your St. Sunshine hair

Your bright blue eyes

Wonders reflecting my own

Absorbing my own

Captivating and swallowing me up

Your peace of mind

And committed heart

To the artists and the young

Ignited by chance

At the heat of November

The rains drowning my sorrow

Thoughts of you - rapidly fly

Your exquisite bi-line

A pleasure call to those who defend

A human touch needed

Heart pounding for your uncommon desire

Quietness and calmness

Innocence revealed through years

Only your beauty is an image

Burned into my mind

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David Harth 1998-06-24 David Harth 1998-06-24

220 sandwet

I was at your doorstep

With a semi-automatic

Ready to kill

Make your teeth bleed

You told me wrong

A lie

And now you must pay

For you have created time

An erotic porn star

In the doorway frame

Standing like an old fashion whore

From out west no where

You always make me weak

But every time I come back to fight

With strength so strong

Of raging black bulls

I’ve been to different countries

And fucked you everywhere

You wait on me and stare at me

You charge me and change me

A glowing business man waits

Your pinks, purples and blues

I think it’s time to change

The rules

I ask to photograph

Your pregnancy

Your fat belly

And large milk nipples

Talking drunk to me

Flirting with your eyes

Exploring art with me

Reading East books

Like a 76 deck

I watch you burn

You crumble and fall

And expect me to pick you up!?

No. Not me.

I’ll leave you for the vultures

For the pretty salt ones at sea

I’ll leave you for the celebrations

And the church worshipping beggars

I was at your doorstep

With a dozen flowers in hand

You slammed the door in my face

And now you ask me

Why I have your lover’s hand?

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David Harth 1998-06-21 David Harth 1998-06-21

Freedom

Heading West

At sixty-five

Seeing the hills roll over

The burning hills on fire

Glowing reds and oranges

With a great wonderful halo

Hearing the tune and hymns

Of rediscovery

And all I can say is

Freedom at Last! Freedom at Last!

Heading West

Realizing there is no more

Had it all

Until the end

Survived much

To continue on

Had a bird

And nut-less board

Missed my cat

His eyes and glare

Decision of mades

And maids dancing with red

Sled riding hills

The West on Fire

Freedom at Last! Freedom at Last!

With thoughts of you,

My friend

You.

Messages of thanks

As re-runs get fatter

Recalling hatred

Over misty mountains

Control is thirst

And I for you.

Freedom at Last!

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Father’s Day

David Harth 1998-06-21 David Harth 1998-06-21

Wine

With you

Going down

Caressing your every curve

Bend

Tender

Soft skin

I slide

My soapy hands

Guiding them down

Your slender silky body

I remember your kindness

Your devotion

Your lust you shared

I remember our desire

Your heart

Your eyes

As you stand beside me

In our shower

With hot water dripping down

Our souls exchanging

Our hands rubbing

Feeling

I stand behind you

Grasping your breasts

Your stiff nipples

Kissing the back of your neck

Your warm neck

Sliding my fingers through your hair

Wetness all around

Suds between

I pour

The wine

Red wine down your back

In your hair

Candlelit shown

The wine pours down

Between your ass cheeks

And on my cock

Across your breasts

And down your stomach

In the depths of your cute navel

And further down

Deep inside

Your wet pussy lips

Inside your warmth

The sex we shall have

Water all around

Red wine shared

Passion explored

In our steamy shower

As my cock rubs up against your ass

A tingle between your legs

I kiss you from behind

And give you poetry with my hands

My touch

My thrust

I give

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David Harth 1998-06-12 David Harth 1998-06-12

Triple X Make-Believe & PDBs For a Day

A man in Omaha found silver

Crazies with methods of money making

Advertising breasts

Popping in and out of lining sidewalks

Women braless bouncing with loose fitting tops

Abortion killers and bus driver low skirters

Scat singers and Pop Culture

Lime green shirts and checkered pants

Fitting fine

Fine man

Elevator lifters

9th avenue buttons

7th

Park nectars

Brown captures

Devil keepers and stocking stuffers

White trash replicas

And grandma’s make-up

Transvestite hookers and game players

Fatality heat and laughing belt stranglers

Television, Radio, Communicating networks at net worth

I got the winning rub-off in my pocket

Grieving make-up old ladies

Parody at your feet

Industries of devil CEOS

Beauty queens along the park

Pretentious riders and fake believers

Gorgeous generations of generosity

People, People, People-

Listen to what they say.

Sadness

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