Untitled (Spare)
Spare it.
Spare the thought
Take the trip
Feel the reason
Don’t question a step
Don’t deny
Take a spin
Spare any lies
Go with the heart
Follow the streets
Follow that star
If the sun comes down
I will be there
If the sun comes down
I would like you to be there
Spare some time for me
I have all the time for you
Feel the sunlight
Feel the warmth I can give
Cradle you in my arms
All night long
An embrace
A beautiful one
A holding one
A real one
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.14.01:00:00@31USQWNYC
And Then The Rain Came
The sun came up
The trees made shadows
The pavement, dark, cool
The sun made patterns
Between the leaves
It fell,
To the ground
The sun came up
Over the hill,
Beyond the lake
The sun came up,
A beauty laid
She laid there,
On the blanket
Peacefully
She laid there,
Her hair glistened in the sun
Her eyes sparkled in the sun
She laid there,
Motionless,
But not emotionless,
she laid there; still
Beauty
Fine
A woman; like a statute
One to admire, one to respect, one to honor
Beauty,
Where the heart is and the sunshine flows
Where the sense is
Where the fountain of holding is
She is there, on that blanket
She is there, dressed in white
She is there, calm, and quite
She is there, wanting a hug
I took a walk one day
I saw that beauty
On that blanket
On that great grassy green field
Infront of the hills, below the sunshine
I took a walk one day
I saw her
That beauty
But where is she?
I cannot see her.
And then the rain came.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.12.17:26:19@NYC
Darkness
Approach the darkness
encompass it
hold it
let your dreams dive into it
share the memories
don’t be afraid
the love will last
and pull you through
the darkness
it makes us scared
and some strong
to me, though,
darkness is good,...
because you don’t know who kisses you.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.12.16:19:33@NYC
Tell
The rivers of red, they flow down virgin thighs
The pulling of sheets, the clench of a fist
The tears run down, the beauty cheeks
The yells unheard, from deep inside the heart
The power struggle, sounds are muffled
The reality of him, he over she
It may be a response, but a force will blow
It may be a fight, but the winner will not pull
Scratch his back, nice and calmly
Scratch his back, dig deep inside
Scratch his eyes, pull his hair
No bitch- lets pull yours
Pull down those borders
Pull down those barriers
Intrude, not to produce
Intrude, not to love
Intrude.
Spread open
Wide open
Don’t be alarmed
You will not be harmed
Don’t be fake
You aren’t going to wake
Kneel down
Kiss it baby
The river flows
That virgin river
The pool; in red
The pool; in horror
It’s not going to hurt
It’s not going to be an answer
Don’t tell
I’m only mama’s boy
Don’t tell
I’m your friend
Don’t tell
I’m your lover
Don’t tell
Tell
For we have to stop that virgin river.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.05.13:39:00@31USQWNYC
Yellow & Red
An angular turn toward the sky,
A screeching yell
He opens wide,
Yells to the heavens...
Maybe asking, a Why?
He turns, twists,
As the thunder holds him,
Tightly grasps him, squeezes,
He yells, screeches,
His pain, in red and yellow,
furious anger,
it rages above the land,
above the white cotton fields,
above the singular eggs,
above the smell of death,
His pain, he yells,
Maybe asking, a Why?
The reds, oranges, and yellows,
The anger, the pain,
Always alone, never lonely.
His teeth, sharp
His tongue, drips of blood,
bitten too hard,
after a midnight puncture
A morning call
A nighttime fall
After hours,
No more
Liquid down, time to feed,
the wind breaks the silence
the passengers cross the river
the obesity, the unshaven, that voice above,
and maybe later,
A higher one.
His pain, he yells,
In yellow and red,
for no love can rescue
for no love can predict
He thinks they are fake, they are real
He notices one by one,
and takes a poll
He comes down
for a while
Watches the shadow
from a 12th floor window
Watches the rain,
the beasts,
the rich men too.
The arrested man,
convicted from his mother,
from gold to poor,
from a voice of no more.
His pain reaches out,
for a higher reason,
a wonderful dream,
no.
not this time.
Yellow and red, slash them tonight.
Yellow and red, may I be yours tonight?
Yellow and red, he fuck her, she fuck him.
Yellow and red, my father
Yellow and red, a lover in bed
Yellow and red, he wants suicide
Yellow and red, one is good
Yellow and red, anger is food
His pain, it comes deep within
But surely you know,
It isn’t a jX or a hooker
It isn’t a nX or a chic
It isn’t a gX or a cheese
It isn’t a pig or a fowl
It’s that Yellow and Red.
The blood of anger.
You know what it is
What it is caused by.
Maybe you are part of it.
Maybe you are not.
Yellow and Red.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.05.01:34:00@31USQWNYC
Do you prefer angels or devils?
On sunny days I like angels.
On rainy days I like devils.
On some sunny days I like devils.
On some rainy days I like angels.
On all sunny days I like angels.
On all sunny days I like devils.
On all rainy days I like angels.
On all rainy days I like devils.
Sometimes I am one.
Or the other.
Other times I pretend. Or dress up.
Other times, its someone in the mirror,
or over my shoulder.
Sometimes you are.
I prefer both.
Red or Cold.
Heaven and Hell.
Both, below and above,
from the East they come.
Dig down or rise high.
It’s a position I’m always in.
A debate I continue every day.
Sunny or rainy.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.01.01:33:00@NYCUSA
Las Vegas
City lights
People with delights
My inspiration
An old man’s perspiration
It’s a devil’s book
A ladies look
Nighttime breast
A gambler’s nest
In my memory
With a girl named Sherry
A car cruise
I’m going to lose
It’s a desire
A slut for hire
It’s a die
For the men in tie
Glorious shows
The city flows
Rich & poor
Clothes on the floor
Desert sky
I’m going to fry
Bush for dessert
She’s going to hurt
Glitter, Gold, & the underground gun
Oh My God - What fun!
Rent-A-Car on the strip
The husband going to flip
Pocketbook
The midnight shook
Sunray
Nobody gay
Can you beat the heat?
Make them eat the meat
The virgin flower
The dark prowler
Young girls
Cheap thrills
The money slots
Cheater’s plots
The back table
It’s gonna be a fable
Your problem, a lust
As I go, a must
Here the sounds
There won’t be any frowns
It’s America’s pearl
Big Mac will hurl
It’s a wanker’s dream
Nobody’s a team
It’s play money
Will you be my honey?
It’s a loser’s luck
Do you wanna fuck?
It’s white man’s riches
Full of bitches
It’s a wife beater
Whose gonna be a cheater?
It’s god’s hand
West of Graceland
The boy’s first
The drunk’s thirst
The women lost
How about a frost?
The women strut
The doors shut
Hairy man
Rack of lamb
Gourmet meal
Dolphin & seal
Hotel tower
Couple in the shower
I’m gonna make dough
I’m not gonna go
We’ll get wed
I’ll get head
She’ll get laid
I’ll get a maid
It’s America’s wonder
Come on under
It’s everyone’s depression
A lasting impression
It’s America cheese
People on their knees
In all its glory
Cheese of fury
It’s Vegas
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.18.16:36:00@505MAHWAHLVinsp
Swimming
I have parked in others spaces. I do it all the time. I love to do it. I pay to do it. They invite me. I have an invitation. I have proof. I have love; a devil’s look. A devil’s gold. I have a number. The first in line. A wonder about tradition. A complexity of design. A summer dream. A wet pillow. It’s a sunrise on the beach. One over the buildings, below the docks. The summer is ending, the life has just begun. See it, the garden? The apple trees? I own them. Come let’s play.... We will do our own surgery. Make a new living. The art of surgery. You love me, don’t you? Come, come to my house. There is a party. A new one for you, and for me. Let go. It’s time to go. Let’s go swimming.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.12.17:05:00@31USQWNYC
Reach Out
reach out
grab it
squeeze it
hold it
reach out
milk it
suck it
firm it
reach out
love it
hate it
lick it
it makes you weak
it makes you love
it makes you hard
reach out
firm
tense
pull
see it
mouth down
tongue out
saliva glands
see it
reach it
touch it
reach out
compare it
draw it
dream it
reach out
underneath
undo
rotate
reach out
reach out
What is it?
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.11.13:09:00@31USQWNYC
Bleed
I am inside
As I tantalize your mind
I enjoy the outsides
I bleed the first time
I love to be loved
He pulls me in
Closer he gets
He gets closer
His full erection
I know I will bleed...
For the first time
I will loose
My flower is his
I want to
He wants to
He becomes hard
Strong in front of me
By breasts against his chest
By ass on the sheets
I know I will bleed the first time
I want to
I am ready
No condom at hand
His erection so strong
So erect and red
I yell
I yell
“NO!”
He forces
He intrudes
Inserts
Feels me
Around
All over
Grabs
Forces
Pulls
Hits
Beats
He rapes me
He fucks me
He makes me bleed
Part of me wanted
But I said “NO!”
And he came inside of me
Unwanted
He raped me
Hard as it was
He fucked me
He made me bleed
I bled
On those sheets I grabbed
On those sheets my ass was on
No condom at hand
Will I have a child?
A child I do not want
A child of blood
A child
That will be raped?
By his father?
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.08.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
I Think I Love You
I think I love you
When I am willing
To penetrate
To end all wars
To meet your parents
To grow up in your arms
To taste your tears
To borrow your past
And bury your relatives
I think I love you
When I am afraid
To become a new born
To tear down your walls inside
To reach out and touch your heart
To climax forever
To enter a new realm
To climb a trail of heavenly love
I think I hate you
Now and forever
I will hate you until
The end of the world
The end of my time
The end of molestation
And Impregnation
The end of revolution
And juxtaposition
The end of my time
As a Necrophiliac
And as a Transsexual
As a Nymphomaniac
And as a Pyromaniac
As a Pathological Liar
And as your God
I am afraid
Of the dark
And your large cock
I am afraid
Of Love
To Love
To be Loved
I think I love you
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.07.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (You & Me)
ah, my dear beloved, worshipper of me, worshipper of death:
I will devour you entirely
I will steal you away in the city of lights
You will perform to me
Upon me
For I am your thundering storm
I am huge
And you shall perform on me
Through the streets filled with names and monopolies
Behind the desk of authority, you will
Get down and kneel
Before me you will perform
A great storm
Breathe this flaming rock
Inside and out
Meet it half way
Then take it all the way
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.06.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
Enter
Capture the moment
A hand held tightly
A fist to clench
The bed sheets at high noon
The petals of rose buds
Circle around your waist
I come in to enter
As you peel back slowly
I come in to enter
As you water the new
I come in to enter
As you stretch for the light
I come in to enter
As you breathe in the warm sex smell
You have all around you
Joyous colors
Of every shade
I come in to enter
As you dim the light
I come in to enter
As you tear down the walls inside
I come in to enter
As you uncover the romantic collection
A captured moment filled with thirst
You see the mirror
I film you without horror
I come to enter you
From above and beyond
I come to enter
Forever and ever
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.05.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (You)
you wild woman,
you make me weak,
above the knees,
below the belt,
you make me weak,
your accent at heart
your tone in voice,
you make me weak,
you break a boundary
you treat a soul,
you make me weak,
you take a chance,
you call the devil,
you learn how to kneel,
you believe in love,
your heart tells you no,
your body tells you other,
you make me weak,
you lose control,
and then I enter,
and over and over,
I fuck you again.
The measurements exceed
The unpredictable is only around the corner
The levels are complex
The confusion lies within
The alterations are not made
The voices are never heard
The thoughts race like buffaloes
The memories intrude
The fantasies never become real
The dreams are death defying
The love is passionate but not local
The real time has come
The real one is here
Here I am.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.04.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
hey what’s up?
the sky
the elevator
the bird
the crane
the building
the cloud
the sign
the erection
the statue
the kite
the balloon
the life
the angel
the melon
the thought
the higher one
the jumper
the plane
the dream
the desire
the picture
the frame
the sun
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.01.01:00:00@31USQWNYC
THORNS
push them
bleed them
take it to utopia
an internal
a love of everlasting
give more
take more
i can see the light
but you stand in the shadow
i’m chained
you don’t let me see
you don’t let me in
i want it more and more
i can have it
i don’t know how to have it
i can be in it
i don’t know how to be in it
thorns
at my side
or at my wrists
around my head
spike in my heart
my tears roll down
for you
for you whom I do not know
thorns
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.03.02.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
Bed
reach out
touch it
caress it
upon it
love it
fuck it
make it
bed
come here
you can see
you can sit
you can lay
come here
fuck it
the bed
chain up
explore
satin or silk
bed of roses
slim white
black and gold
silver shines
wet promises
fantasies complete
bed
desire a must
competition a lust
make love
make a new
reveal
erotic
times of the past
moments of the future
the now in my eyes
me in your eyes
bed
take chances
love the lust
curves of such
hair and lean in
toward the shadow
candle beside
the cotton pillow
bed
peace
feel it up
above the shore line
compromise
make no promise
propose if you will
in my bed
or yours
baby and child
nurse thy breast
suck thy nipple
suck thy dick
bed
home
comfort
put up no front
warm
cozy
make a stand
reach for that heaven
with one another
you can be one
see a time
where all can be shared
a dream
a bed
a bed
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.03.01.01:00:00@31USQWNYC
Hug
Jesus Christ
a superstar
He parted those seas
red of blood
Moses, my hero
The army men
shot down
The cross
burn him bad
I love that beach
where you have been
sitting in the sun
no religion too
it’s easy if you try
so, try it
you’ll like it
art is fun
for you and me
put me aside
at your side
feel the warmth
the image
your eyes
mystery
woman of the night
penetrate my mind
invade thy thought
come inside
the darkness is yours tonight
your eyes
mystery is your middle name
sea of rust
sea of dust
take me now
to that peaceful place
full of butterflies
and blue jay birds
full of dandelions
and sunflowers too
take me to that beach
where you lay upon
show me the way
to your heart
maybe I’ll discover
what i never believed in
maybe I’ll discover
turn on the light
after the night
turn on the light
after the shag
light up a ciggie
take a glass
of water tonight
sleep
sleep tonight
sleep without me...
sleep with me...
cuddle in my arms....
waiting..........
a hug is yours...
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.02.26.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
For You
Feel the wind
Take you there
Feel the thigh
Feel you there
Feel the sunshine
Upon your chest
Upon my breast
See those colors
The ones you cannot imagine
I make them for you
I give them to you
For you
I would die
For you I would revolt
I would make pain
I would conquer the world
For you
For you I would climb
I would dive
I would divide
I would render
I would shoot
I would kill
For you
For you I would be wind
I would be time
and the womb which you protect
For you I would be the rain
I would be the fire
And the hurt which you feel
For you I would be the mirror
The reflection of your hatred
The reality of life
The wonders of birth
For you
For you I would tear at myself
I would rip apart
Seal the insides
And give you my pride
For you
For you no secrets are allowed
No possessions are understood
No time without you is real
For you one cannot hold
For you one cannot be
For you I would die
I would take you
To feel the wind
Upon my breast
Your holy chest
Upon the Cross
Where my father had died
For you
I would create sunshine
And pour the rain
Down your back
For you
I would love
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.02.24.01:22:00@31USQWNYC
He
It is
a reverend
a priest
a god
It is
a holy one
a rabbi
a leader
It is
a follower
a bird
a gargoyle
It is
hope
a dream
an inspiration
It is
a thorn
a gripping hold
a terrible fear
teeth sharp
fear it
you thrill it
you fuck it
but it still keeps coming back
It
fuckin’
fucks you over
It
fuckin’
explodes in your face
in front of god
demand the american flag
forever it is yours
Burn
the sucka
reach that cross
take off those hoods
bow to thy feet
kiss my ass
fuck me hard
Cross it up
hang him down
portray that breast
on a silver platter
for my very best feast
Then it hits you
in all its glory
red, white, and blue
the demanding rain
thundering
loud, bang bang bang
Then it hits you
it is the thief of your heart
my little devil friend
i conquer you
fuck your soul
take you higher
to the plateau of utopia
beyond the land
across sea to sea
fuckin’ shining
It is
corporate
and religious
fake
and real
It is
yours
and mine
his
and hers
It is
behind and in front
below and above
in the dark and in the light
You like it
you have a great thirst for it
you are hungry for it
you ache for it
it is a cock
a pussy
It is words
thoughts
what is it?
what is it not?
Is it a question?
an answer?
a goal?
a completion?
a pleasure?
a poem?
a destination?
Find it
be it
fuck it
feel it
see it
hear it
smell it
taste it
Then
and only then
will
maybe
you will understand
what
he
he is talking about
he is about
he is
Who is that he??
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.02.03.02:14:00@31USQWNYC