David Harth 2004-05-23 David Harth 2004-05-23

I Looked

I looked,

I know I shouldn’t have.

I looked twice now.

(at the gun)

04.05.23.21:21:00@296NYC

David Harth 2004-05-05 David Harth 2004-05-05

I Thought Love Was True

I thought love was true,

was real

was possible

but since she left me

alone

I have rethought

my initial thought

and have gone back to my original

thought

on the topic

at hand.

Love is not true

Love is not possible

And now the street worker

will have to sweep up my skin,

my lashes,

and my secreted ointments.

04.05.05.24:58:56@296NYC

David Harth 2004-05-01 David Harth 2004-05-01

Ice Cube, Ice Tea

Ice Cube

Ice Tea

Ice Cream

Ice Coffee

I Scream

I Sweat

I Stomp

I Sea

I See

I Sink

I Sunk

I Suck

I Sip

I Soothe

I Surreal

I Scoop

I Pop

I Push

I Pull

I Penetrate

I Pulsate

I Pump

I Pimp

I Pinch

I Pry

I Envelope

I Engage

03.06.26.13:36:02@296NYC

04.05.01.08:13:00@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-23 David Harth 2004-04-23

It Is A Good Day

Traveling through the states of my land.

Following my path to find my beloved.

Across mountains of earth and rivers of birth.

I moved through the woods and through the valleys.

My partner awaited me in the high desert sun.

She called my name again and again.

I sucked poisonous rattle snake venom out of my limbs.

I lived with my brothers among wolf packs in the wild.

Nightly I danced around the flames of the fire.

Like a crazy horse chasing his tail.

Through the fields of golden still wheat.

Beyond the trenches of my empty ache.

Visions of her kept my path clear.

Struggling among dirt of the mother.

Finally, I arrived to her beautiful side.

Put on my dress and placed on my paint.

Against the wind I approached my love.

An angel came down from the heavens.

She whispered in my ear.

“It is a good day to die.”

So, I took my pride and walked once more.

Great red of the core ate at my holy insides.

Drifting to my sleepless constant sleep.

My body became numb and my tongue ill.

I die a slow death becoming dead.

On this mighty good day under the same sky as she.

04.04.23.02:49:22@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-15 David Harth 2004-04-15

I’m Digging In The Dirt

I’m digging in the dirt,

trying to find support.

I’m repairing my spine,

restructuring my backbone.

I’m digging in the dirt

trying to find myself, lost.

I’m listening with open ears,

feeling my heart beating empty.

I’m digging in the dirt,

with nothing left to win or gain.

I’m taking a leap of faith,

believe it not.

04.04.15.10:55:00@NYC

David Harth 2004-02-24 David Harth 2004-02-24

I Don’t Want To Make You Cry

I don’t want to make you cry

I don’t want to make you sweat

Shed a tear

Or be afraid

I don’t want to make you hurt

I don’t want you to be in in pain

Crawl up inside

Or runaway

I don’t want to make you cry

I don’t want to make you hide

Become empty

Or scared

I don’t want to make you dive under

I don’t want to make you climb low

Surrender your self

Or remain silent

I don’t want to make you cry

Come home tonight

Let me inside

I’ve opened my heart

It stays ajar, for only so long

I don’t want to make you cry

00.02.11.18:00:00 @ SOHA NYC

00.02.24.14:49:00 @ 1515 NYC

David Harth 2003-11-16 David Harth 2003-11-16

I Want To Fall In Love Just Once

Just Once

Like in the movies I see

Like all the lovers I see

Just Once

Like the boys and girls

Like the sweetness I witness and never receive

Just Once

I want to be someone’s teddy bear

Someone’s honey

Someone’s bunny

Just Once

I want to cruise with a lover in my arms

I want to float in the air with a lover at my side

Just Once

Like the music I listen too

Like the dramatic theatre productions that I watch

Just Once

Like my friends and relatives

Like my professors and grandparents

Like my co-workers and past significant others

Just Once

During the holidays

During the Fourth Of July

During the New Year’s celebration

Just Once

During the first snowfall

During the August down pour

During the change of seasons

Just Once

During the central park walk

During the vast ceremonies

During the mellow drinks at the corner bar

Just Once

I want to be someone’s sugar pie

Someone’s pumpkin pie

Someone’s apple pie

Just Once

I want to fall in love

And never get out of it

Just Once

I want to fall in love

And get lost in it

Just Once

I want to fall in love

03.11.16.03:53:47@296NYC

David Harth 2003-11-03 David Harth 2003-11-03

I Loved You Like It Was The Last Day On Earth

I loved you forever,

I loved you all of my life.

I loved you so much,

I loved you like it was the last day on earth

03.11.03.10:30:00@296NYC

David Harth 2003-10-27 David Harth 2003-10-27

I Cry (Version #2)

I cry,

because I can’t meet your parents

or take a road trip with you.

I cry,

because I can’t have Thanksgiving with you,

or rent a movie with you.

I cry,

because I can’t watch you apply lipstick to your lips

or watch you wash your hair.

I cry,

because I can’t dance with you

or listen to you breathing in your sleep.

I cry,

because I can’t walk with you in the park

or go to an opening gala at a museum with you.

I cry,

because I can’t hold your hand

or expose our love to the world.

I cry,

because I can’t get lost in your eyes

or listen to the ocean with you.

I cry,

because I can’t view sunsets with you

or make love to you.

I cry,

because you can’t cuddle on my shoulder on an airplane ride

or let me embrace you during a cold winter night.

I cry,

because from sea to sea,

land to land,

I have not met you.

I cry,

because I want to be on an airplane with you,

kiss you and hold your hand

as we descend upon the NYC skyline.

I cry,

all the time I cry.

03.10.27.14:29@296NYC

David Harth 2003-09-12 David Harth 2003-09-12

In The Shade

In the shade,

creeping up in the shadows,

out of the darkness,

he pounces on his prey.

Tears at her flesh

and eats her alive.

03.09.12.12:05:54@296NYC

David Harth 2003-07-13 David Harth 2003-07-13

I didn’t get to

I didn’t get to say that I was sorry.

I didn’t get to tell you that I love you.

03.07.13.15:19:51@296NYC

David Harth 2003-06-04 David Harth 2003-06-04

It’s been raining for days

It’s been raining for days.

It’s so wonderful.

You know why?

Because for days, we’ve stayed inside.

We haven’t gone out.

We’ve just stayed inside together.

For days.

And we just spooned, all day and all night.

03.06.04.02:22:44@296NYC

David Harth 2003-05-31 David Harth 2003-05-31

I Don’t Want To

I don’t want to fall.

I don’t want to.

It’s not my style.

I’m cold.

I don’t want to fall.

I don’t want to be in.

It’s not my way.

I’m alone.

I don’t want to fall.

I don’t want to wake up next to.

It’s not my method.

I’m strong.

I don’t want to fall.

I don’t want to experience.

It’s not my desire.

I’m closed.

I don’t want to fall.

I don’t want to hurt.

It’s not my ache.

I’m deep.

I don’t want to fall.

I don’t want to feel.

It’s not my path.

I’m singular.

I don’t want to fall.

Not today.

I fell long ago.

03.05.31.02:44:16@296NYC

David Harth 2003-05-04 David Harth 2003-05-04

I Want It So Bad

Words cannot express

Art cannot express

Music cannot express

How badly I wish to love

03.05.04.22:39:12@296NYC

David Harth 2003-04-11 David Harth 2003-04-11

I Am Getting Wed

Dear Friends,

I am getting wed. You are all invited to attend.

Best,

David Greg Harth

03.04.11.01:28:43@296NYC

David Harth 2003-03-16 David Harth 2003-03-16

I Like

I like lime. I like orange.

I like chocolate. I like peppermint.

I like pink. I like pets.

I like gadgets. I like jets.

02.10.21.02:33:00@296NYC

03.03.16.03:21:00@296NYC

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