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.
© David Greg Harth 2002
02.07.09.10:30:39@1515NYC
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.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.13.14:56:23@1515NYC
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
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.05.29.16:20:07@1515nyc
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
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.05.28.17:14:36@1515NYC
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...
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.01.15:15:00:00@296NYC
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
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.10.15.20:06:03@NYC
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.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.10.05.03:48:00@296NYC
WIDCDKWIDNWKWBTILMMTEAE
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.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.09.11.03:18:21@296NYC
I Don’t Give A Shit, But You Send It To Me Anyway (Version #2)
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© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.10.12:10:00 @ 1515 NYC
I Don’t Give A Shit, But You Send It To Me Anyway
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© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.10.12:09:15 @ 1515 NYC
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
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.04.26.22:44:52@296 NYC
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,
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.04.26.22:42:52@296 NYC
I Have A Gun
I have a gun
I’m going to shoot you
Shoot you up
Fuck you up
Shove it in
And shoot you down
I have a gun
I’ll make it memorable
I’ll make the news
And the newspaper headlines
I have a gun
I’ll be famous
I’ll be history
And the television will broadcast my portrait
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.09.07.01:09:07 @ 296 NYC
I’ve Had Enough
I’m bored with today
I’ve had enough of passion and pain
I’ve had enough of guilt and grief
I’ve had enough of accessories
I’ve had enough of popularity contests
I’m longing for the future
I’ve had enough of building
I’ve had enough of unknown diseases
I’ve had enough of examination tables
I’ve had enough of your eyes and throat
I’m longing for October
I’ve had enough of summer
I’ve had enough of waitress looks
I’ve had enough of four-lane highways
I’ve had enough of cellular communication devices
I’m longing for stroke treatment
I’ve had enough of making purchases
I’ve had enough of copyrighting material
I’ve had enough of posing for the testing
I’ve had enough of losing the battle of the self
I’m longing for the gift
I’ve had enough of incomplete songs
I’ve had enough of wishing for dreams
I’ve had enough of fast food chains
I’ve had enough of tour accommodations
I’m longing for something new
I’ve had enough of fighting
I’ve had enough of believing in all
I’ve had enough of microwave ovens
I’ve had enough of elevator shaft re-runs
I’m longing for the cry on my shoulder
I’ve had enough of people wasting their life
I’ve had enough of death defeating popstars
I’ve had enough of victims and taxes
I’ve had enough of mothers close to the art
I’m longing for survival
I’ve had enough of canned vegetables
I’ve had enough of sitar instruments in my head
I’ve had enough of white knobs of undergarments
I’ve had enough of dot memories and black bananas
I’m longing for a dozen
I’ve had enough of money stories
I’ve had enough of fire promises
I’ve had enough of dead cooking
I’ve had enough of feeling evil
I’m longing for you
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.06.22.12:32:33 @ 296 NYC
I Love You
I love you.
I’ll take a rain check.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.13.02:02:08@296NYC
I Don’t Know (Version #2)
I didn’t know what to do
I was afraid of where I was heading
I couldn’t recall my name
I didn’t know how she felt
I was unaware of the possible outcomes
I couldn’t think straight in this state
I didn’t know about the past
I was blind to the truth
I couldn’t pretend anymore
I didn’t know my own history
I was in an unfamiliar deepness
I couldn’t see the light
I didn’t know how to react
I was covered in my own cause
I couldn’t recover from my illness
I didn’t know where to turn
I was in trouble with my one and only law
I couldn’t come around and share
I didn’t know who I was
I was wishing too hard when the dream collapsed
I couldn’t build myself to recognition
So, in the world alone
In the world that not one person on earth can even imagine
or know about
or even begin to ponder
I hung myself
I jumped in front of the train
I cut my wrists
and became your memory
Are you sad?
Or
Are you happy?
I Don’t Know
I didn’t know what to do
I was afraid of where I was heading
I couldn’t recall my name
I didn’t know how she felt
I was unaware of the possible outcomes
I couldn’t think straight in this state
I didn’t know about the past
I was blind to the truth
I couldn’t pretend anymore
I didn’t know my own history
I was in an unfamiliar deepness
I couldn’t see the light
I didn’t know how to react
I was covered in my own cause
I couldn’t recover from my illness
I didn’t know where to turn
I was in trouble with my one and only law
I couldn’t come around and share
I didn’t know who I was
I was wishing too hard when the dream collapsed
I couldn’t build myself to recognition
So, in the world alone
In the world that not one person on earth can even imagine
or know about
or even begin to ponder
I hung myself
I jumped in front of the train
I cut my wrists
and became your memory
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.01.02:13:30@296NYC
I’m Broken (Version #2)
Broken
Crushed
Left alone in the morning hour
In the old wet rain
No embrace
Or soft touch
Alone with a bad taste in my mouth
As I shake my head and squint
Broken
Defeated
Empty without a heart
No longer full of desire, more ache
Captivated by her smile
Her wonderful kindness
And beautiful brown eyes
I’ll never share
Broken
Stranded
I have a full bed to myself now
Nothing close, nothing to care for
Remembering her scent
Getting wrapped up in it all
All I can do is twist and turn
And rub the lasting one on
Broken
Lost
Not knowing what to do
I should run, escape
Close up shop
Pour my tears
And lock the doors
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.12.10:16:00@AVA
I’m Broken
I’m broken
I’m defeated
I’m lost
I’m in the negative dust now
Surrounded by cold darkness
In the ache of a larger heart
I can’t save myself
Can’t perform
Can’t climb out
Or dig out of the grave
I’m broken
I’m defeated
I’m lost
This is just a dream
A big wet dotted grid
A battle of redness
I’m swollen now
Cracked
Hit
Smacked
I’m on the railroad
I’m hitchhiking across the U.S.A.
I’m nobody
I’m nothing
I’m broken
I’m defeated
I’m lost
My eyes blink
My arms move
My knees give in
And lose my balance and fall
Should I stay or go?
Maybe I’ll just become a fool
Time after time
Hurt
Outreached hand
Bloody palm
From aching heart
And tears of hope
I’m broken
I’m defeated
I’m lost
I’m limp
I’m numb
I’m crying alone
I’m dirt
I’m disgusted
I’m wasted
I’m drunk
I’m a doormat
I’m shattered
I’m smoking now
I’m a disease
I’m a singer of tears
I’m walking in circles
I’m a circular saw blade
I’m burnt into ashes
Thinking hurting
Challenged
Given up
Controlled
Poured
Should have remained silent
I’m broken
I’m defeated
I’m lost
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.06.10:20:15@296
00.02.07.17:28:41@1515
00.02.08.11:37:07@1515
If You Let Me In
Your lips
Penetrated my armor suit
What am I to do?
If you let me in
If you let me in
I remain silent
Wishing
Not knowing
My guard falls down
I’ve been strong for years
Solid with concrete walls
Huge doors and locks
Your lips
Penetrated my armor suit
What am I to do?
If you let me in
If you let me in
I circle your navel with my tongue
Wondering
Not feeling
My eyes look up at the darkness
It’s all I can do
Until you let the warmth come out
And I can hold you tightly
Your lips
Penetrated my armor suit
What am I to do?
If you let me in
If you let me in
I engulf your body and mind at times
Drowning
Not experiencing
My heart beats
I know I’ve been evil
But my truth keeps me alive
And your beauty makes me want to be alive
Your lips
Penetrated my armor suit
What am I to do?
If you let me in
If you let me in
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.03.03:43:50@296NYC