For You (Version #2)

I did it because I loved you

I did it because I cared for you

Because I held your hand

Because I fed you

And nursed you

I did it because I didn’t want you to be in pain

And because I didn’t want to witness

I did it because you asked

Because you knew it was coming

I did it because you phoned me earlier

And told me how you felt

I did it because there was no one else

Because of the look in your eyes

I did it for you

And only for you

I pulled your plug

And now you are dead

And I live alone

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.02.08.14:28:39 @ 1515 nyc

Love (Version #06)

Love is something invented

To make everyone feel guilty

Trespass or cheat

Love is something everyone wishes for

To make all self-conscious

Die or live for

Love is something that only exists

Among yourself if you accept

Those who love you back

Love is something imaginary

Making us all to appear to exist

Or breathe with the ease of knowing

Love is something extraordinary

Created by individuals who share

Because they want to be cared for

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.02.08.14:15:32 @ 1515 nyc

Red Stadium Light

Red stadium light

Penetrated you and I

She was silhouetted

All I can see was bright light

Tingle through my veins

Blood boiling

Warmth from the blast

She was dancing high above

Standing on the chairs

Facing forward towards the light

Grooving, Powerful, Feeling

Falling from airplanes

Catching yourself in the net of love

Reaching, Holding her

My hand on her waist

From behind

Red stadium light

It ignited us

Made my flames burn

Made my tears think

Made my feet tumble from underneath me

Red stadium light

Rained down upon me

Blue sky overnight

Warm air breathed in

She danced in front of me

Like fire in the wind

Like sails in the sea

Like dandelions in the field

Red stadium light

It bounced all around us

My head down in shame

Leaving with nothing

I saw the insides

I explored

I had my twist

I had my time

Now all I can do is walk away

Walk out

Before it’s too late

Before you go

Before the red light goes down

Before the sky turns to dawn

Now all I can do is walk towards you

Walk in

After you have given

After you came

After the red light goes down

After the stars go to sleep

But before I go

Or after I go

Know this

The red light is always on

The stadium lights are always on

Until a box is let loose

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.02.08.13:09:33 @ 1515 NYC

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

Oma and Opa (Version #3)

I stopped everything

 To go watch my grandmother die

I took the A train uptown to 207th St

 And walked up the street where the black squirrels ran

Three children were sledding down the snow covered hill

 In laundry baskets, sleds, and cookie sheets

How could someone be so depressed and sad

 When children play just outside?

I found my grandmother laying in the chair

 Still and motionless

 Not knowing I was there

I bent down

 And held her hand

 It was cold and veiny, filled with spots from the liver

She awoke to my warm touch and smile

Her grey hair had not been washed in days

Her whiskers on her cheek unclipped

Her leg swollen from where the cancer was carved away

Her depression making her hunch-back and stiff

Her wrinkles competing with her fragile structure

Her blue eyes still as powerful as my own

Her tears salty to the glance

Her heart still beating from the love

I delivered my words

As much as I could

Of hope and strength

Awards and certificates line the walls

 Old portraits and photographs too

My artwork from when I was little

 And articles about my grandfather’s favorite Democrats

The door knobs still have crystal on them

The door frames still arched

The couch still covered in plastic

The candy dish still on the round coffee table

My grandparents wearing their old clothes

From so many years ago

I don’t even know what is hip

In or out

The bed was unmade

Easier access perhaps

The dishes were clean

There was an overabundance of food from Meals-On-Wheels

She can no longer walk

Or go to the toilet alone

No more cookies for me

No more smiles on her face

She can no longer breathe sunny air

Afraid to go to doctors

Taking numerous pills a day, an hour

She sits and cries

All she can say

Is that God is punishing her

And never forget about her Five sisters and Mother

Murdered by the Nazis

As she escaped

And ran away

From Lithuania

As the sun came down today

They will not let me take the subway home

We order a car service

Arriving on time

They pack me full of different goodies

Fruit and Milk mainly

They have so much they cannot finish

Instead of rotting, they send it with me

Sometimes, as I see those pears rot in their kitchen

I make direct associations, and see them

Oma still lives

But,

What do I do now?

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.02.05.03:00:00 @ 83PTW NYC

00.02.05.22:56:05 @ 296E NYC

Snowfall

It’s 1am

And I’m wandering these old streets

   of lower Manhattan

The gentle snow is cascading down

Each flake is reflected

   in the yellow light of the lamppost

I walk on the snow covered

   cobble stone roads

I see the whiteness forever

   settling on the red brick buildings

   bordering these street labyrinths

It’s cold in the air

   I can see my breath

But all around

   I feel warm

The snow falls on my hair

   Covers my jacket

   And lays upon my soft lips

Everywhere I look

   Snow falls in patterns of joy

   In a hurry to fall and land

They land on window sills

   And on parked cars

   Even on dogs walking by

They land on my feet

   And on my ears

   Even on the space between my upper lip and nose

I see all this beautiful snow

It blankets the city down

And I smile

   How could I not think of you

   When I see such beauty in this world?

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.02.04.04:47:43@296NYC

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

dhubpup (Poopsie the Rooster & Fluffernutter)

Poopsie Whoopsie Woopsie Doo!

I fell on my bottom

Oh boy oh booty do!

Rooster Goose I once knew a Moose

A mouse in a house of course

Cutsie Poototsie Plus

Whacky Wacky Wacked-A-Roo

Whimped Wump Woo

Barefooten frook-a-doo!

Guess What?

Chicken Butt!

Shut my mut til my smut gut lut

Shrink brink dink sink mink

link a kink a rink a fool!

Banana Peanut Butter

Fluffernutter shutter

OOOOooooooooooooo

April Fresh

Don’t want to make a mess

How about less stress better be ness!

Big boss moss

Lost a sea a man at frost

She shore sunny day

Maybe today maybe tomorrow

Hay day, Hey La La!

Whacky Whacked Whack-a-Roo

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo!

Jack Smack Pack my Rat

Jack Rack Duck my chin

Dine Mine Rhine o Rhyme!

Deep Deeper Deepest Dope

Poopsie Whoopsie Woopsie Doo!

I fell on my bottom

Oh boy oh booty do!

Now what do I do??

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.27.03:57:17@296NYC

00.02.03.03.20:12@296NYC

Instruct The User

a. instruct the user how to properly use the usage

b. use the used instructions while using

c. instruct the using to use the usage

d. use the usage while applying pressure

e. instruct the proper amount of applied pressure while being used by the user

f. instruct the specifications of each individual user to their applied usage

g. use the used while being used only if its applied properly

h. instruct each use to be used in a manner other than pure usage

i. instruct the user how to properly manage each use when used

j. use the users instructions to properly learn the specific usages

k. instruct each user to use the usage within the limits of being used

l. use the users use

m. use the use of the users used

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.29.01:45:00@14ST7THAVENYC

00.01.29.13:19:00@296NYC

Misery

I hope I get sick again

To get me out of my misery

It’s a bad plea

But it will be a success for both of us

I’ll wake up in the new

Different features

Different water fountains

You’ll forget about me

As I remain silent for days and weeks

Even months

You’ll move on

Go forward

Forget about the past

I’ll be ill

But I won’t be in pain

Never the pain that I experience

When alive with the ache

I hope I get sick again

So, I can count the tiles

And watch the Jags roll in

And eat hospital food

I hope I get sick again

To be punished for sins of not knowing

To live it up once again

And dream the wildest dreams

I hope I get sick again

It brings the distant closer

Near death

And it will make me soft

Hiding and never coming out

You can see me

But you’ll never see through me

And you’ll never see me

But in my mind

I’ll have a lasting memory

Of what could have been

If I wasn’t in misery

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.29.03:45:00@14ST7THAVENYC

00.01.29.13:11:00@296NYC

Sexually Explicit Uncomfortable-ality

I thrust my cock deep inside of her pussy.

She sucked my cock.

Deep throat.

I fucked her hard.

I ate her out.

I finger-fucked her.

I penetrated her young innocence

I cummed on her face.

She fucked me hard.

She licked my cock.

I tit-fucked her.

I sucked her.

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.28.02:00:00 @ New York City

Bagpiper

Blow me into the heaven I belong

Make me feel the pain that I have caused

Demonstrate the suffering I only dreamed of

Become the death beat in my pulse

Remind me of my father’s love

Listen to my buffalo thoughts roam

Tear open my skin and reveal my truths

Prevent me from eating the disease

Make me shiver in the coldness of tonight

Deliver your message with more conditions and rules

Show me the reflection of the past and image of the future

Become the agony from which I cry from

Get lost with my soul and make me beg for life

Reach for the sockets that hold my art sight

Make me wash my clothes continuously and never remain with the blood

Become my fallen teeth nightmare and crack me

Settle the upwards issue

Blow to my brains that will be televised

Let the hollow hole bring light to the earth from which a flower does not grow

Restore my history with your learned beauty

Stare at my darkness and hidden causes

Make me think about swallowing and never do

Feed me to the pit and make me never decompose

Cut loose the ties which bound me to my beliefs

Make a run for the silent hills

Make me shackled and naked and false

Make me love until I ache in fetal pain

And forget about me as I become my gorgeous depersonalized self

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.12.23:16:36 @ 296 NYC

00.01.19.01:07:16 @ 296 NYC

00.01.27.04:19:03 @ 296 NYC

I’m Getting Married

Who here wants to meet me in

Las Vegas

For a weekend

For the sole purpose

To get married in a drive-thru wedding chapel

In the name of art

Then burn the papers

And be ourselves again

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.25.15:35:38 @ 1515nyc

Love (Version #05.2)

I am no rockstar

And I am not a musician

There are no instruments that I can play

But I will take my poetry

And whisper in your ear gently

I am no actor

And I am not famous to the crowds

There are no films with my personality

But I will cradle you in our own private Hollywood

And we will ignite our flames as much as we should

I am no athlete

And I am not a child’s hero

There are no advertisements endorsed with my image

But I will create my own art for you

And wish to see you in our glowing hue

I am no politician

And I am not head of state

There are no monuments in my name

But I will follow our path as it turns

And witness the desire as it burns

I am no model

And I am not built like a strong-man

There are no magazines that have my physique

But I will work on the strengths I bare

And show you how much I care

I am no doctor

And I am not an expert in saving

There are no medical miracles performed by me

But I will be at your side

And give you all the love I can provide

I am no science engineer

And I am not a winner of genius awards

There are no students under my arm

But I will construct a bridge across sea and land

And always be willing and wanting to hold your hand

I am me

And that’s all I’ll ever be

There are only truths and warmths that

Hide behind my blue eyes

And that’s the best Me I can offer

For my love

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.24.10:08:00@I95Exit109B

00.01.24.23:12:00@296NYC

Love (Version #05)

I am no rockstar

And I am not a musician

There are no instruments that I can play

I am no actor

And I am not famous to the crowds

There are no films with my personality

I am no athlete

And I am not a child’s hero

There are no advertisements endorsed with my image

I am no politician

And I am not head of state

There are no monuments in my name

I am no model

And I am not built like a strong-man

There are no magazines that have my physique

I am no doctor

And I am not an expert in saving

There are no medical miracles performed by me

I am no science engineer

And I am not a winner of genius awards

There are no students under my arm

I am me

And that’s all I’ll ever be

There are only truths and warmths that

Hide behind my blue eyes

And that’s the best Me I can offer

For my love

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.24.10:08:00@I95Exit109B

Black Cars

I ain’t nothin’

I’m scrap

I’m trash

My sign is nothing

My image is nothing

My style is stolen

My behavior is imitated

My look is manufactured

I ain’t nothin’

I’m low

I’m invisible

They don’t notice me

They don’t consider me

They don’t allow me

They don’t acknowledge me

They don’t follow me

They don’t fondle me

I ain’t nothin’

I’m a no body

I’m worthless

I’m a piece of dung

I’m not heard

I’m not sought

I’m not reported

I’m not stalked

I’m not felt

I ain’t nothin’

I don’t have a voice

I don’t have a friend

I don’t have a telephone

I don’t have a white glove

I don’t have a back door

I ain’t nothin’

Because I don’t travel in black cars

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.21.24:59:00@296NYC

Love (Version #03)

Don’t know

what it is

or where it is

So, I’ll just sit here

and wait for it.

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.20.17:12:17@1515 NYC

Hate Me

Don’t hate me because

I said I would end all famine

And did not

Don’t hate me because

I said I would make love to you last night

And did not

Don’t hate me because

I said I would go to battle

And did not

Don’t hate me because

I said I would kiss you

And did not

Don’t hate me because

I said I would introduce myself

And did not

Don’t hate me because

I said I would not lie

And I did

Don’t hate me because

I said I would not get sick again

And I did

Don’t hate me because

I said I would not reach out or open

And I did

Hate me because

I do not know who you are

or what you want

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.16.12:00:00@AVA

00.01.19.01:00:00@NYC

Never Been

I don’t want to lose my faith

I just picked up my electronics

I don’t want to lose my laundry

Or follow the suit or be in trouble

I don’t want to be left in the sea

And have salt solidify around my tears

I don’t want to lose my brother

I just picked up today’s news

I don’t want to eat the pig

Or listen to the radio or be in sight

I don’t want to be molded in plastic

And have photographers at my funeral

I don’t want to hear the bagpipes

Or play with puzzles made of gold

I don’t want to hear your voice

Or play games with your mind

I don’t want to hear you on the telephone

Or swallow your spit at night

I don’t want to hear your children’s story

Or be your partner in crime

I don’t want to burn the ants or watch them crawl

I don’t want to eat your lunch or borrow your money

I don’t want to be a rich man’s lover

Or grow old in disbelief

I don’t want an eagle feather

Or be documented and remembered

I don’t want rope around my neck at a thin age

Or for you to be sorry in your lonesome

I have warm hands for the holding

I have a heart filled with steel

I have a thick head filled with dreams

That never come out in positive white

I have been influenced

I have been in a coma

I have been back and around

But I’ve never been with you

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.11.04:22:25 @ 296 New York City

9 O’clock

Underneath the table

Her warm hands were rubbing my thighs

The bar was stale with old-age smoke

The red-light candle was burning

In front of my face, ill

There was a beat on the system

Underground a train would rumble by

Ladies flirting at the table top

Minds wondering and smiles exchanged

All I could focus on

All I could dream about

And get lost in

Your eyes

Put the thick dust away

The sounds, the noises, the bull

I see you through the curtain of iron

The blinds of war

It’s you I’ve been searching for

I’ve been waiting for

For the look in your eyes

And warmth of your touch

Underneath the table

The air is no longer stale

I’m holding your hand

Can you feel the warmth?

The kindness?

The realism?

Nothing bad today

Nothing ill

Nothing wrong

Just our eyes locking

Just ourselves getting lost

In the minds and warmth of each other

Forget about the tonic-stained wooden floor

The cast-iron ceiling and dimly lit yellow lights

Forget about the juke box playing songs of the like

The coasters holding up the drunks and beauties

Forget about the dirty bathroom and overflowed toilet

The beer labels stuck on walls and youngsters believing

Forget about the fried potatoes and beefcake bouncer

The pushed breasted bar tender and slick stud of yonder

Right now, the moment is for us

All of us

Every part of our hearts

As we share and intertwine our flame

At 9 O’clock

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.09.20:39:09 @ 296 New York City

00.01.11.02:08:38 @ 296 New York City