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