David Harth 2007-01-23 David Harth 2007-01-23

Laughter (#2)

And the last sound I hear

Is the echo of your sweet laughter

The laughter that brought so much joy

Tears, pain, and happiness

The laughter that brought me love

That is the last sound I hear

When my eyes never open again

And when I awake no longer

07.01.23.23:09:42@296NYC

David Harth 2007-01-22 David Harth 2007-01-22

Long Waiting

How long must we wait for this?

How long must we wait for love?

I ask myself

How long until the next stop?

How long until the next season?

I ask myself

Yes, how long can it be?

How long will this wait be?

Empty, Lost

Its not my cup of tea

I ask, just you, just me

Let us be

07.01.22.09:39:00@205HudsonNYC

David Harth 2006-12-26 David Harth 2006-12-26

Love Monster

Everyone knows it.

From Barcelona to Tokyo.

Everyone knows I’m the Love Monster

From London to New York

From New Orleans to Toronto

They all know

That I’m the Love Monster

They all know

That I sit on top of a hill of love

And women flock to me

They spread their wings

Rustle their feathers

Do their dance

And hope to grab my attention

And hope to grab my cock

And hope to grab my heart

Okay Okay Okay

It isn’t quite like that

So have a laugh

Everyone knows it

That I’m the Love Monster

And they all know

That there is only one

That has the ability to tame

This Love Monster

Everyone knows that I’m the Love Monster

From Denver to St. Petersburg

From Milwaukee to Hamburg

I am the Love Monster

And I have lots of love to give

Romantic love

Cheesy love

Lovey duvy love

Flowers, chocolates, diamonds

Drawings, poetry, mix tapes

Spontaneous trips, planned trips, surprise trips

Kisses, sensuality, sexuality

The Love Monster gives all of these to you

And I am the Love Monster

Everyone knows that I’m the Love Monster.

From Basel to Los Angeles

From Boston to Johannesburg

They all know

That I am the Love Monster

And my monster love is for you.

06.12.26.14:07:26@205HudsonNYC

David Harth 2006-12-09 David Harth 2006-12-09

Love & Death

You never really know what love is,

until the person you love has died.

You never really know what love is,

until you are confronted with death.

I was confronted.

I learned something today.

One will really discover who they are in love with,

If you think they have just died.

06.12.09.14:17:18@296NYC

David Harth 2006-10-17 David Harth 2006-10-17

Love (Version #21)

Struggle.

Should it be?

Who is to know.

I am one to certainly know,

that there are no rules,

and if there were rules,

I would bend them, break them, morph them, crack them, disobey them, ruin them, destroy them, conquer them.

If there were rules about love.

But there are no rules about love.

06.10.17.01:50:28@296NYC

David Harth 2006-09-19 David Harth 2006-09-19

Letting Love

This evening we shared a smile.

A glimpse, a glare.

There you were, there I was.

We exchanged love, without anyone else on the sidewalk knowing.

I was the man that swept, you remember when, so do I.

So let love live, and live love.

06.09.19.02:03:42@296NYC

David Harth 2006-04-05 David Harth 2006-04-05

Love (Version #20)

Over 2 dozen years.

I never learned about love.

Nothing.

I witnessed it several times,

from a distance,

among friends and family.

I never experienced Love.

I never could define Love.

I have always fantasized about Love.

The term, the feeling, the concept; all so very abstract.

It wasn’t until recently, that I was able to start grasping the concept.

Because of you, I am beginning to understand.

The great grand concept of Love.

I can’t define it, but you certainly have enlightened me.

You taught me so much, about the feelings involved.

The tenderness, the warmth, the desire, the courage,

the immense connection, the pride, the protection.

The devotion, the dedication, the kindness,

the gazes, the playfulness, the bond stronger than diamond.

I never thought I would understand it, even though I always desired too.

But, finally, I have begun.

I thank you for teaching me so much, in such a short amount of time.

You’ve only had about 17 months on earth, but, if it wasn’t for you,

my life would still be blind to the possibility of Love.

I now know about the outer tip of the concept of what Love is.

From this knowledge, I hope to discover it,

in the places and people, I wish to share it with.

03.08.24.20:32:29@296NYC

06.04.05.22:44:19@296NYC

David Harth 2006-01-25 David Harth 2006-01-25

The Last Glass of Chocolate Milk (Version #2)

Stadium lights infiltrate my eyes from your tenth floor home

The heat raises my body temperature, I want to take off my clothing.

Plastic flowers line the tables and window sills.

Live plants hang from hooks in the ceiling.

I remember the curved green couch on the Park Terrace.

Black squirrels eating peanuts from my palm, and that of your husband.

Chocolate candy coated, tuna fish and the unforgettable scent;

Of which I cannot explain to you now.

Your bad breath, a slight whisker from your cheek.

The bluest eyes, like mine; that speak love.

And I still try to find ‘a nice girl.’

I’ll let you know when I have, or when I did.

Your sagging breasts and bulging blind eye.

The sweetest woman who knew my brain waves.

A smile I’ll never forget when you counted,

One Dollar, Two Dollars.

The red knitted ribbon that hangs on my entrance.

Your senior MTA card sits in a drawer.

You lie in rest in peace beneath my earth.

In a pine wood box you dissolve.

But I must be honest,

I don’t think it was in 10S.

But only on the Terrace,

When I got my last glass

of chocolate milk.

06.01.25.01:09:11@205HudsonNYC

David Harth 2005-06-29 David Harth 2005-06-29

Love (Version #19)

Every time I’m about to fall in love,

I get shot down,

Not from my own doing,

Which is why,

I’d rather put a barrel

In my mouth.

05.06.29.11:11:31@205HudsonNYC

David Harth 2005-06-14 David Harth 2005-06-14

Love (Version #18)

She twisted my soul in pieces.

Parts broken on the hard wood floor.

Her dog licked my fingers,

And I licked her cat.

I was about to admit,

Try something new,

Something toned.

I rang the bells,

and heaven answered.

She lured me in,

with her beauty dance

and smile.

All I could do was go forth

And walk across the water.

I was about to become,

One for some.

She was winning my heart

And she captured much more.

Every day a thought.

Race gone by.

She slept at my side.

A cool breeze lifted.

Sheets above her thigh.

My mind intensified.

The world came to peace.

My grandfather asks again.

I was prepared to tell him,

that I have stopped,

and no longer need

to see.

She awakened my senses.

Most of all, she began,

to occupy my heart.

No fear is near.

On the field,

or in the kitchen.

For my heart does not belong

to her.

My heart belongs

To January.

for it is January that

I am not over,

but could have been.

Instead,

I am in love.

In love with you.

05.06.14.13:00:01@205HudsonNYC

David Harth 2005-05-20 David Harth 2005-05-20

Legend of a Man

Year 3975,

After the war of the Americas

After the small nuclear accidents

After the continental plates shifted once more

And the newly Gondwana has formed,

Being named Euroecalia.

People across the land

The metropolitan gothams,

And fresh dairy farms, vegetable farms, and organic farms,

Across the plantations of wheat, corn, and soy.

Across the salt seas and lava rocks and urban communities.

They would talk and tell the tale,

The great story

They would call that story,

“Legend of a Man”

Most people knew of the man.

Who the man was.

The years he was living

In the late 20th century and early 21st century.

Doctors still study his childhood illness.

Still a mystery today.

Many professors teach their young art students

About the work of this man.

Many religious leaders share their thoughts

On this great man,

And his power to bring people together,

For his stand against religion

And for his stand in the belief of the human race.

Many poets still write about

His powerful sensuality and sexuality

And most importantly,

His love.

In his 45th year

Doctors performing a triple bypass

Like that of his father

And his grandfather

They discovered the vacancy

The emptiness

Like never before

The man had an abnormal heart

A heart with standard four chambers

Two ventricles and two atriums

However, his heart only allowed love

To be given and not received

They noticed the radiating love

Like ghostly mirages of water in the desert

Pouring out from his heart

They concluded then

This was a clear scientific reason

Why the man could never fall in love

Why he constantly would ache to be in love

And why he could never actually be in love

So, the legend continues

Of the man who changed art

Of the man who changed religion

Of the man who changed the world

And

Of the man who changed love

Legend of a Man

A man at the age of One Hundred

Early last millennium

After 100 years of never being in love

To his heart he took a blade

And died of a broken heart

Of never being in love

That is the Legend of a Man.

05.05.20.03:41:06@296NYC

David Harth 2005-01-16 David Harth 2005-01-16

Lost (Version #2)”

I’m lost today.

I have space around me.

Surrounding me. Entirely.

I’m lost.

I found a way out.

I found a way out, and I’m taking it.

05.01.16.05:14:32@296NYC

David Harth 2004-12-09 David Harth 2004-12-09

The Language You Speak

She looked like you.

She spoke the language you speak.

I was in Japan town by the East River.

She spoke in words you spoke.

Loving words.

I turned, I glanced.

I saw you. But she was not you and you were not her.

She spoke the language you speak.

She had your lips, and her lips were yours.

04.11.22.15:30:00@DUMBONYC

04.12.09.01:19:24@296NYC

David Harth 2004-09-07 David Harth 2004-09-07

Love (Version #17)

I cannot tell you how much I hurt.

How much I ache.

An amount beyond all amounts.

My stomach is still churning.

Around itself, turning inside and out.

My heart is bleeding. My eyes are crying.

Just when you have a moment,

Just when you believe in something so strongly.

It’s taken away

And you are left bare and stripped

Of everything you’ve got

When you are about to accept

When you are about to believe

When you are about to contradict everything you’ve said

For the past dozens of years.

Just when you are about to accept

About to admit

That you believe in the impossible

The possibility that love does

Indeed exist

That love is so overwhelming

So special, so unique, so real

Just when it’s about to occur,

You are stabbed in the heart

With a stake that will stay put for years

And your wounds will never heal

For the dozens of years yet to come

You’ve returned to your initial belief

That love does not exist

Indeed.

04.09.07.17:35:27@205HudsonNYC

David Harth 2004-05-11 David Harth 2004-05-11

Lost

I can’t help but feel

my loneliness

conversations scattered

in my bleeding heart

dying without you

alone with nothing

I’m lost without

and still haven’t found

I thought I did

recently

and years ago

I walked on empty beaches

and climbed occasions of joy

04.05.11.20:19:00@296NYC

David Harth 2004-04-27 David Harth 2004-04-27

Leave Me George

Leave me George,

for I no longer love you.

We’ve been together

for over forty years.

They have been quite

wonderful years.

Amazing, exquisite, personal.

But I’ve changed,

and I no longer love you.

I deeply care for you.

I am sorry. I do hope you understand.

Leave me George,

for I no longer love you.

I have fallen in love

and I have fallen out.

You were my light,

my devotion, my night time kiss.

You were mine,

for most of my life,

but changes are upon me.

Leave me George,

for I no longer love you.

04.04.27.02:21:39@296NYC

David Harth 2003-10-12 David Harth 2003-10-12

Loss

haven’t contained

i have only lost

haven’t obtained

i have only lost

haven’t gained

i have only lost

haven’t won

I have only lost

haven’t utilized

I have only lost

My sense of loss is great

greater than mankind

womankind

humankind

or for that kind,

womyn kind

Greater than a sense

beyond a thought

drawn pathways

passage doors

overlooking streets

from Milstein to Babies

Loss,

it’s what I have,

Lack,

it’s what I cherish

Loss,

it’s what I have earned

and learned, but,

certainly, I have not

yearned

Loss, my beauty,

is in my eyes

a reflection of you

but you are not there

but gone

as a wish

blown in the wind...

03.10.12.01:08:04@296NYC

David Harth 2003-10-06 David Harth 2003-10-06

Love (Version #16)

Love is beyond

the comprehension

of those that drift

in this world.

The concept of love

is so beyond

great, immense,

wonderful and beautiful.

Love is out of reach

for many who possess

the largest heart

in the world.

Love is beyond

any amount of

desire, lust or warmth,

that a person may have.

Love is lost

among those that

wander opposite

sides of the earth.

Love never finds

two people,

it only ignores

those who want

it the most.

03.10.06.01:05:22@296NYC

David Harth 2003-09-26 David Harth 2003-09-26

loving

I can hear the wind rustle

your grey Brillo-like hair.

I can hear the dust sand-blasting

your old-aged skin.

I can see your liver spots,

sprouting on your cheeks,

and on the palms of your hands

that held mine for so many years.

I can smell the scent of your urine,

as you struggle to make it to the toilet in time.

I can still smell the first bouquet of flowers

you bought me so many years ago.

I can touch your face filled with folds and creases,

and admire the years I’ve grown with you.

I can fall in love with you,

just by gazing into your foggy eyes.

I can comb your knotted hair clean,

I can place your worn shoes on your feet,

I can help you walk up the stairs,

I can give you your different colored medications.

I can hear the disease crawling on your surface.

I can listen to it penetrate your soul.

I can see the vivid dreams which you now act out.

I can look at the warmth you distribute through your native tongue.

I can smell the chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven.

I can feel the first snowfall we shared in the park.

I know you are fading away,

slowly reaching upwards,

to your night-time bed.

Slowly, leaving this place,

peacefully.

03.09.26.12:52:57@296NYC

David Harth 2003-09-05 David Harth 2003-09-05

Lovers Lost

Lovers,

going among the dance floor

finding themselves

lost among each other

Lovers,

attempting to find a match

before the night comes to a close

not after the last flight out

Lovers,

following the sparkling lights

and moonrise above the mountain tops

a mile above sea

Lovers,

finishing their last cocktail

smoking their last fag

dancing their last step

Lovers,

searching each other’s eyes

trying to find that moment’s connection

to put the day’s events behind

Lovers,

reminding themselves that today is their future

while tomorrow life goes on

and yesterday was only a memory

Lovers,

lost on this dance floor in which we break

this dance floor which we make

this dance floor which we hate

03.09.05.02:14:33@296NYC