David Harth 2003-01-13 David Harth 2003-01-13

I was wrong

Missed,

the last hour glass

crossing the river

east to west

Penetrated,

your mind in a moment

felt like forever

in just a second

Felt,

your soul intermingles with mine

wrap and intertwine

slither in ocean patterns

Sought,

lovers I haven’t found

or humans in contact

in last night’s dance

Believed,

in so many things

if they were imaginary

but I was wrong,

I bleed.

03.01.13.21:10:00@10THST&GREENWICHAVENYC

David Harth 2002-12-25 David Harth 2002-12-25

I Got Shot At

I’ve been up working on my art through Christmas Eve and the entire night.

It’s now early morning Christmas Day.

I am an atheist, so I don’t celebrate the holiday.

At about 3:30am I went out to Han’s Deli on Broadway and Bleecker St.

to get a snack to eat. I knew Han’s Deli would be open on Christmas.

They are always open! While walking East on the south side of Bleecker back to my studio, I was approached by a man between Mulberry and Mott Streets. He was a Caucasian man, slightly taller than I, with a black haired mustache. He had dark green pants and white sneakers, Nike to be exact. His jacket was quite puffy, unsure of the brand, but it was black, or a really dark shade of midnight blue.

The man approached rather quickly. He didn’t surprise me, because I am well aware of my surroundings. After all, they call me a Bad Ass Mother Fucker. (well, that’s what I call myself when walking the streets of New York City) I saw the man was on the same side of the street as me. I had a plastic bag in one hand, which had some cookies and a Hershey’s chocolate milk in it. (That was my snack.) As we approached each other even closer, that’s when I knew something might happen. It was in my gut I guess.

I’ve always waited for the day for this to happen. It finally did. We walk closer and closer to each other, he going West, I going East. In the final moments in our head on collision, his eyes meet mine and he deliberately pushes his shoulder in mine, causing me to drop the plastic bag and stumble into the wall. He grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall, with his other hand he pulls out a gun from his right front jacket pocket.

Confronted with a gun just blocks from my studio is where I am at 3:30am on Christmas Day. He demands money, with the actual classic phrase “Give me your money!” Although it actually sounded like “Gimme Yoh Money!”

Again, I’ve always waited for this day. I always knew that I would never give up my money for someone. It’s mine. And my theory was always ‘to say no, and if they wanted it, they would have to kill me for it’ I responded with “No.” The man looks puzzled in disbelief, and in that split moment I just took my right hand, brought it up as quickly as possible and knocked that gun right out of his grasp! The gun went flying in the air (more in a sideways motion). I saw the silver piece shine in the street lamp’s light and it hit the wintery concrete side walk. All this happened extremely quickly in a matter of seconds. I seized my opportunity to run. And run I did.

But I discovered something I knew already. Humans can’t out run bullets. As I ran down Bleecker St, only a few yards now away from the man. He fires his gun, probably more out of rage, then out of determination to get my money. I hear a ‘BANG!’ and, which seemed like at the exact same time, a whistle right by my right ear. It must have been a bullet, but I’ll never know. Still running, about to near the next corner, I hear another ‘BANG!’ Only this time, I did not hear the whistle wizz by my ear. This time I felt a bee sting on my shoulder. This whistle sounded different from the previous one.

I then rounded the corner as fast as I could. I hear no footsteps following me and make it to the next corner, breathing heavily. I look back and do not see the man. I take a few slight detours before determining that it would be best for me to get back to my studio as soon as possible.

I arrive back to my studio and find that the bee sting on my shoulder was actually an open wound. The bullet actually grazed my skin! I couldn’t believe it. I’ve actually been shot! That fucker actually shot me! There was a hole in my jacket and my shirt was missing some cloth. And there was a big streak which appeared like a heavy rug burn on my right shoulder!

As I inspect my slight wound some more, I phone 911. I speak to the police and give them details and information. The officers arrive in full force, I must say! EMS, the Fire Department, NYPD, all converged within a matter of minutes on my block and front door. It’s about 3:40am now. In my studio there is about 10 Emergency workers. Attending to my slight wounds, but many asking me questions.

As they clean up my shoulder and the cops continue to ask me questions, over the radio we are notified they picked up the man which fit the description I gave earlier! Of course, this was now about 4am. The man was found on 2nd Ave near 5th street. A few blocks East and North of our location.

It is now 6am when I write this. I went to the Precinct to identify the man, fill out paperwork, and file charges. In the meantime, the NYPD told me that the guy will be put away for a while. Especially since they had evidence and an eye witness.

Now I’m going to bed because I have a lot to do today.

I might go back to the Soup Kitchen to feed the homeless,

as I had such a wonderful experience doing that yesterday.

02.12.25.05:56:22@296NYC

David Harth 2002-10-28 David Harth 2002-10-28

I swallowed my tongue for you

I love you so very much.

My love is so powerful for you.

So very intense.

I couldn’t help myself

but begin to chew on my tongue

Putting my tongue side to side

In between my teeth

Chomping and biting down on it

Tasting the warm blood swoosh around my mouth

Chewing it and thinking of you at the same time.

Thinking about how much I love you.

My meaty tongue

Bitten over and over with my powerful jaw

And bony teeth

Puncturing it and pulling it apart.

Tearing it from the tendons that hold it secure in my mouth

The blood dribbling from my lips

I feel the blood dripping down my throat

Coating it with a lovely warmth

Finally, no longer,

I love you so much,

I swallow my tongue

And devour its every taste bud.

I love you.

02.10.28.15:54:52 @ 1515 NYC

David Harth 2002-10-27 David Harth 2002-10-27

I’ve seen you

I’ve seen you brush your hair

I’ve seen you turn the corner around the city block

I’ve seen you get a manicure on your toe nails

I’ve seen you in line to get bakery cookies

I’ve seen you on the subway car

I’ve seen you pass me in the hall

02.10.27.23:55@296NYC

David Harth 2002-07-09 David Harth 2002-07-09

I’ve Failed

You asked me to love you,

and I could not

You asked me to provide

and I could not

I have failed.

I tried my best,

but I was unable to deliver

I couldn’t get myself out of this trap of loneliness and pit of sorrow

I deeply apologize

I’ve failed.

02.07.09.10:30:39@1515NYC

David Harth 2002-06-13 David Harth 2002-06-13

I Can’t Fall In Love With You

I can’t fall in love with you

because if I did,

It would be too painful.

02.06.13.14:56:23@1515NYC

David Harth 2002-05-29 David Harth 2002-05-29

I Could Only

If I could only be with one person

just one person

in this entire world

From Scotland to India

From Argentina to The United States

From Germany to Cuba

If I could only be with just one person

That one person would be you

And only you

02.05.29.16:20:07@1515nyc

David Harth 2002-05-28 David Harth 2002-05-28

Intimate Monthly Gathering (Version #1)

I invite you all over to my home

for breakfast and tea

just after sundown

we’ll sit around the fire

and have our standard intimate monthly gathering

if you know what I mean, if you know what I mean.

We’ll have a field day among ourselves

Conduct traditional heat

Let our bodies ride the train

And become fluent in languages unspoken

Wake up friends

It’s time to come home

Come for my Intimate Monthly Gathering

I won’t let you leave without a loving hug

02.05.28.17:14:36@1515NYC

David Harth 2002-01-15 David Harth 2002-01-15

I Cry

Because you have won

You are a winner

All I can do is lose

And I have lost

I cry because I can’t dance

I watch you sway back and forth

But my legs won’t move, wont step

Because you are a winner

Magnificent

I am restrained to this bed

Broken glass in your footsteps

You can’t walk to me

Beneath this radiating iridescent light

Above Eleven stories, so many untold

Bullet wounds forgotten

I’m not allowed to pray to God here

Just count the tiles

And forget the Love

Wish I was in,

Wish I was in

You are a great winner, remember that?

The January Spring air

The January Honey dip

Directions given

Didn’t take a drink

Thought you might hide the pills

Punch you in the face

Now all left behind

Nothing is hidden

Come see me now

See what I’m made of

And I’ll show you the actions of love

The visuals of love

The feelings of love

But, you’ll never quote me...

02.01.15:15:00:00@296NYC

David Harth 2001-10-15 David Harth 2001-10-15

I Didn’t Promise God Anything

I didn’t make any promises

I didn’t even give you my word

Or set up crosses

I didn’t promise god shit

He promised me the world

Riches and gold and glorious inspiration

He promised me love

Beautiful women, sea grass and hills filled with flowers and peace

He promised me life

Long lasting, never ill, and forever solid full of health

I Didn’t Promise God Anything

01.10.15.20:06:03@NYC

David Harth 2001-10-05 David Harth 2001-10-05

Interrupted Continuum Better Environment, made Broadcast

Haven’t talked to you in a while.

The storm has passed

I couldn’t find my way around the walls.

The darkness shadowed my beliefs, it was the night’s thief

Haven’t seen you in a while.

Saw you upstairs, behind the bedroom light

Asked you to pass the salt,

you wouldn’t

Asked you to pass the pepper,

you wouldn’t

Haven’t talked to you in a while.

Felt your ear against mine, but haven’t heard your voice

Felt your eyes look at my insides, but I’m already blind

Felt your hands on my heart, but haven’t bled enough

Felt your soul in my soul, but I don’t even know your name

Haven’t had peace in a while.

Found it yesterday

She introduced herself

She had the most amazing name

A crucial name, a beautiful, unusual name.

A name I’ve never heard of, a name so intense it’s hard to comprehend.

A name that only horns and organs of love can play.

A name that only children dream of.

A name that encompasses the world.

A name that is so powerful, it makes me cry.

Her name was Zero.

01.10.05.03:48:00@296NYC

WIDCDKWIDNWKWBTILMMTEAE

David Harth 2001-09-11 David Harth 2001-09-11

Indigo

Indigo by the ninth sea

Room lit by TV

Your hair shown in a glare

Leaning over the wooden bar

Reflections cast on window panes

A mixture of London and African decent

Hidden secrets and oceans arriving

Don’t know what to say, but Monday away

Indigo in my mind

Blue all over the streets

Indigo I denied tonight

Blue under the sheets

Indigo poured rain

Blue inside a tear

Indigo blew a fire

Blue my great fear

See you at the sea,

Indigo.

01.09.11.03:18:21@296NYC

David Harth 2001-08-10 David Harth 2001-08-10

I Don’t Give A Shit, But You Send It To Me Anyway (Version #2)

Open

1 - Error on message board [Allison]

Closed

01.08.10.12:10:00 @ 1515 NYC

David Harth 2001-08-10 David Harth 2001-08-10

I Don’t Give A Shit, But You Send It To Me Anyway

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01.08.10.12:09:15 @ 1515 NYC

David Harth 2001-04-26 David Harth 2001-04-26

I Haven’t Given Up (Version #2)

I haven’t lifted the gun

I haven’t lifted the drink

I haven’t lifted the razor

I haven’t lifted the cord

I haven’t lifted the drill

I haven’t lifted the knife

I haven’t lifted the rope

I haven’t lifted the drugs

I haven’t lifted the belt

I haven’t lifted the hammer

I haven’t lifted the fire

I haven’t lifted the blade

I haven’t lifted the can

I haven’t lifted the needle

I haven’t lifted the phone

But I will lift up this boulder,

this rock

and drag you out

from beneath this weight

01.04.26.22:44:52@296 NYC

David Harth 2001-04-26 David Harth 2001-04-26

I Haven’t Given Up

I haven’t lifted the gun

I haven’t lifted the drink

I haven’t lifted the razor

I haven’t lifted the cord

I haven’t lifted the drill

I haven’t lifted the knife

I haven’t lifted the rope

I haven’t lifted the drugs

I haven’t lifted the belt

I haven’t lifted the hammer

I haven’t lifted the fire

I haven’t lifted the blade

I haven’t lifted the can

I haven’t lifted the needle

I haven’t lifted the phone

But I will try to lift up this boulder,

this rock

and drag you out

from beneath this weight

this weight that traps you

holds you down

and bores you...

1: But I will try to lift up this boulder,

2: But I will lift up this boulder,

01.04.26.22:42:52@296 NYC

David Harth 2000-12-22 David Harth 2000-12-22

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??

00.12.22.01:39:49 @ 296NYC

David Harth 2000-12-14 David Harth 2000-12-14

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

00.12.14.23:48:13 @ 296NYC

David Harth 2000-12-08 David Harth 2000-12-08

Stop

You can’t stop me

I’ll keep walking

Straight forward

Past the passing trains

and traffic lights

I’ll pass Elvis and Dylan

On my road

To becoming a remembered ghost

David Harth 2000-12-05 David Harth 2000-12-05

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.

00.12.05.01:03:14@296NYC