Alone (LAX)
I’m alone in this airport
I’m at the
Los Angeles International Airport
Alone
No one is here
It’s middle of the day
No one to be found
There are no planes
And no captains
There are no passengers
And no luggage
There are no tickets
And no goodbyes
No departures
And no arrivals
Just emptiness
Open runways
Stopped conveyer belts
Parked trucks
Chilled beverages
Closed gates
And a vacant heart
I’m alone
Where is everyone?
What happened?
I’m alone
Waiting to be filled
By you
© David Greg Harth
13.03.20.12:41:00@LAX
I Saw Her Once, I Saw Her Twice
I saw her once,
I saw her twice
I took out the tin from the locked safe
It held my heart in hidden isolation
From the last till this day
It’s time to surrender to temptation
Seduction has begun
This heart of mine is no longer concealed
The curtain has fallen
I’ve put down my armor and relinquished my shield
I saw her once,
I saw her twice
First she became a vision
I’m captured and I surrender
Future approaches
Soft kisses tender
Second she became a memory
I’m still and charmed
Standing here with extended hands
Seized with curiosity and unarmed
Third sighting unseen
This story is revealing and untold
Prediction may yield true
This tale will certainly unfold
I saw her once,
I saw her twice
I’ll see her thrice
Her beauty is my vice
© 2013 David Greg Harth
13.03.12.12:50:37@130BklynNYC
Lift Your Bacon
Pull aside your lips
Release the bacon
For I am the pig
Who eats his own self
Pull aside your lips
Part your hips
For I am the pig
Who eats his own self
I’m the cannibal
At the foot of your bed
I drool at your toes
And hope for your leftovers
Pull aside your sheets
Allow me to enter
I’m going to eat you
And I am the pig
© 2013 David Greg Harth
13.03.03.24:11:46@130BklynNYC
Monster
He cannot be satisfied
He seeks multiple partners
Of all ages and all races
He wants to watch
And wants to be watched
He keeps track of what states
He keeps track of what countries
He photographs, he videos, he sketches
He fantasizes, he remembers, he repeats
He pushes, he pulls, he rubs
He needs it like a drug
So deeply seeded
It has become part of his every day hour
Making pornography
Watching pornography
Living pornography
He searches and seeks
He cannot be satisfied
Doesn’t matter who you are
No matter your talent
No matter your drive
For he is the monster
With a monster
He is the sex monster
He is me
I am the sex monster
And the sex monster is me
© 2013 David Greg Harth
13.02.24.16:37:37@130BklynNYC
Casket
Mourners come from afar
Men marched with bagpipes down crowded streets
Crows groan haunting caws
Grey skies covered the monolith buildings of New York
The papers read
"He is dead. He is dead."
Nothing more was needed to be said
Each friend and each lover
Came to pay their respect
Passing in
And passing out
His casket could not be opened
Because death from a broken heart
Is the most gruesome death of all
© 2013 David Greg Harth
13.02.23.11:15:55@130BklynNYC
Invalid
I was in love with you
Everyone in our worlds knew it
My faithful affection was true
Ever since you abandoned me
I’ve been trapped in my own prison
Each night I make a wailing plea
I have been unable to repair
This shattered lifeless heart
Nor pull myself from this unbearable despair
Without you I cannot exist
For uncovered reasons
I have slit my wrist
Do not fear
I’ve written you a poem to remember me by
Maybe now you’ll shed a tear
This is not that verse
But if I am dead
Things cannot be worse
Ponder this last ballad
Now that I am gone
I have become invalid
© 2013 David Greg Harth
13.02.20.02:33:33@130BklynNYC
Never See You Again
As promised
As committed
As agreed upon
As it was written
What if grey clouds told truth?
And I kept each fallen tooth?
What if every time a bell rang I headed down south?
And locusts came out of my mouth?
What if the frozen land consumed me whole?
And my heart was given back to me which you stole?
What if venom was my copulating fluid that you swallowed?
And from now until eternity your shadow was followed?
What if the gates were closed upon arrival?
And your lies prevented you from your own survival?
As promised
As committed
As agreed upon
As it was written
I’ll never see you again
This is our fate
While every human
Will sit around and wait
Waiting for death
And waiting for love
What if the grey clouds told truth?
And I gave you my last breath?
As promised
As committed
As agreed upon
As it was written
Never see you again
© 2013 David Greg Harth
13.02.18.09:41:55@130BklynNYC
Saying Goodbye
For dozens of years, I’ve whispered your name
No matter how many times you’ve disappeared
The dreadful day approaches the same
Beneath these falling snow flakes
I separate the clouds and part the seas
When I’m in love, I never halt the brakes
So, when I hover over you in your deepest sleep
Share secrets of my heart with your dreams
Do not fear and do not weep
For I’ve come to guide you and rescue you
My honest chivalry and sublime passion
Worn on my sleeve, shown through and through
Before I depart
Know my veracity
I loved you more than my art
Once more I shall see your seductive eyes
I shall put up my sail and be on my way
After we say our last goodbyes
© 2013 David Greg Harth
13.02.11.09:59:53@130BklynNYC
The Moment
The moment
When your infatuation becomes love
When your addiction becomes love
The moment
When your expenditure becomes love
When your every breadth becomes love
The moment
When your averted crisis becomes love
When your best friend becomes love
These are the moments
That bring tears to my eyes –
That drown me into the darkest and deepest
Most emotional area of fate
Of my most fragile state
The moment
When your selling of art becomes love
When your subject becomes love
The moment
When your game playing becomes love
When your courtship becomes love
The moment
When your crush becomes love
When your date becomes love
These are the moments
That bring tears to my eyes –
That bring sorrow to my heart
And shatter the stars
Which heal my internal scars
The moment
When your fantasy become love
When your secret becomes love
The moment
When your own shadow becomes love
When your own name becomes love
The moment
When your facts become love
When your history becomes love
These are the moments
That bring tears to my eyes –
When an arrow pierces through and through
When no escape from the inevitable is near
And all you can do is surrender to every tear
The moment
When your blindness becomes love
When your consumption becomes love
The moment
When your expiration becomes love
When your experience becomes love
The moment
When your reasoning becomes love
When your existence becomes love
These are the moments
That bring tears to my eyes –
When the pain is unbearable
When your constant objections
And your truth become my reflections
The moment
When your last choice is your own decision
When your only choice is your only decision
And when you're in love
There is no other choice
But is to follow it with everything you've got
That moment
That is “The” moment.
© 2013 David Greg Harth
13.01.03.22:40:44@130BklynNYC
A Dozen Times
A dozen times I’ve told you that I love you.
A dozen times you’ve rejected my claim.
I lurk in the shadows
Peering at you from hidden corners
I play hide and seek with your emotions
Pretending your heart is an elevator to enlightenment
I’ve been told I’ll be alone forever
Unless I sort out these variety packs
Alter these habitual habits of yesterday
Change my ways of nocturnal exploration
A dozen times I’ve told you that I love you.
A dozen times you’ve rejected my claim.
I rise up on infatuation highs
Like the heroin I shot up
Drink my sorrows into oblivious slurs
Look at myself in the magic mirror
Each woman I’ve fallen in love with
Takes me for a poetic journey
Damaging my epicenter unintentionally
With their intentional misguidance
A dozen times I’ve told you that I love you.
A dozen times you’ve rejected my claim.
Our story was the greatest secret untold
From the suicidal agreement
To the exchange of self-inflicted disease
The bearings of direction kept us straight
I’ve filed a counter suit
I’m filling charges against you
Bringing in the law
And the men in finest suits
A dozen times I’ve told you that I love you.
A dozen times you’ve rejected my claim.
Our lives flashed before us
We were headed for a collision course
The consumers and commuters saw it
Sisters knew truths and mothers too
We both wished for something beautiful
But our loss was greater than our gains
The destruction of our consciousness
Became the focal point of our existence
A dozen times I’ve told you that I love you.
A dozen times you’ve rejected my claim.
A dozen times I tried to forget you
A dozen times I tried to leave you
A dozen times I tried to love you
A dozen times I tried to mend you
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.12.17.11.31.00@550NYC
There Were Three
I can name all three of them
There were three women
From different mothers
And in their own time
During their own lives
They destroyed the very heart
That existed deep inside me
I can name all three of them
These women were filled
With such passion and intellect
Each one radiated with a fire
Of care and talent
Each totally different than the other
Yet similar in fate
I can name all three of them
I will not speak of their name to you
I will not yield any hints as to who they are
But there were three thus far
Who annihilated by heart
Who obliterated the very core of what made me beat
I can name all three of them
They each stole my heart
Each woman was strong yet innocent
Each woman was filled with luring deception
I can name all three of them
For each took a dagger to my heart
Each tore the flesh off my bones
And each stabbed me with the thrusting of a bayonet
I can name all three of them
There is one extreme similarity to all three
It is not their name nor origin
It is not their hair color nor residence
It is not their eye color nor height
It is not their occupation or ethnicity
Rather I fell in love with each of them
Before —
I can name all three of them
And they can name me
With confidence
Your name will be the name I whisper
That I take with me into the shadows
During the death that I decide to lead
© David Greg Harth
12.11.18.15:54:06@323NYC
Confronting the Wind
I opened the door
I should have never opened it
I should have kept the door closed
This is how people lose their limbs
And lose their minds
This is how people lose their belongings
And lose their heart
I walked down the street
The wind was stirring up something
The leaves flew across the dimly lit street
There was a howling in the distance
And a howling close by
It was cold
With a light rain
There was something brewing just off shore
Sure to be brutal
Sure to be a nature’s beast
I walked down the street
And into the park
It was dark
And cold
My mind became an echo
My mind became a prison
My mind constantly tries to overthrow
My heart’s overwhelming lead in decisions
I stood up with clenched fists
Screaming at the ignited clouds
Yelling for someone or something
To release me of the constant pain I’m in
This ache I can no longer take
With no answer, I faced mother
I kneeled down and said by goodbyes
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.10.28.22:53:09@130BklynNYC
Lover of Lies
It was a battle of he said she said
Things were thrown across the room
Including her bloody rag
Glass broken
At our feet
We were young
Didn’t know any better
Blind to the truth and reality
Immature kids causing scars to our hearts
She loved to tell stories
She would exaggerate
And lie through her teeth
The best lie she ever told
Was that she loved me
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.10.05.21:39:12@323NYC
Didn’t
Didn’t hear your voice calling my name
Didn’t turn around
And didn't get off the exit ramp
I know how much you wanted children
As did I
But sometimes our biology prevents it
We tried
We failed
I know how much you wanted me to be someone who I was not
Richer
Smarter
Taller
Thinner
I know how much it hurt you
But not once
Didn’t hear your voice
And
Didn’t answer your plea
Didn’t hear your voice
And
Didn’t forget it either
Didn’t turn off
And didn’t turn the key
Didn’t hear your voice
And didn't ask for more
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.10.05.21:23:29@323NYC
For The Vanished
The grey skies swallowed up your colorful existence
Disappeared under the blanketing clouds of New York
They tell me that time brings healing distance
My subconsciousness repeats visions of you
Reproducing each evening walk and day light kiss
Wish I had viral encephalitis again from the flu
Affection for you overflowed like scorching lava
That love I had was of the deadliness venom
Placed a tourniquet around my superior vena cava
I’m the faithful poet soldier with the greatest fidelity
Only memories of you are constant
Like a hamster spinning its wheel of eternity
Recollections of you begin to fade
I hope for a life full of amnesia
It was inevitable that my heart was to be betrayed
The echo of your voice now dissolved
No more whispers of unlawful infatuation
Now free from my clenching heart and absolved
You were a humming bird’s song and a tulip’s bloom
Long vanished from my existence
Forever I’m buried in a lover’s tomb
I did not ask for this torture and anguish inside
Perpetual unbearable pain and agony
Makes me want to commit the grandest suicide
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.10.02.16:59@323NYC
Bee Hive
The wall has been broken
Even when you are no longer alive
Those three words never spoken
My heart is busy as a hive
I remember when we would first date
Each evening in bed we would spoon
No one believed that it was our fate
We would challenge the sun and moon
You left my arms so suddenly
Even after I shared the author’s quote
You left us all so abruptly
And died without leaving us a note
These sheets still smell of you
Wrapped gifts I can no longer give
This hive is not yet through
I must go on to live
Our son has the name you always approved
He has the color of your eyes and your charm
I tell him stories about you and he is clearly moved
It’s impossible to take my lock and disarm
Every time I see our son, I see your reflection
It was you who harpooned my heart
My love for you was the greatest infection
I was in it ever since the very start
You can never be replaced
Never forgotten or concealed
This busy bee hive is forever displaced
Without you I am never healed
I’m in agony that you left me alone and awake
Without poison or farewell letter
Only contagion you left me with was ache
I still have your un-given green sweater
My poem must come to an end
At the anniversary of your death
Your coffin and memory must now descend
Inside my bee hive I carry your last breath
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.09.30.03:39:37@130BklynNYC
Joleen Grussing
She was the Lord’s answer to a pillar of salt
She was salted before me on Jerry’s wall
Socially we don’t know, electronically begun
One day we finally broke bread
Before the African kingdom
With introductions to strangers
And participants of the Lord’s book
I sent an invitation
Once, twice
She asked “How much?”
I couldn’t come up with a good answer
Even in her castle unseen
I wonder if she’ll take me for a ride
On her triumphant
Triumph
To our church
At least once more
With plastic lips
From West to East
She knows every he and she
And now knows me
Electronically, begun
Physically, started
See you again,
See you again
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.09.29.13:27:30@130BklynNYC
Sarah Gail Hutcherson
In passing through others
I heard her name
And she heard mine
One day
We detected and determined
Something quite similar
Not acted upon
Only shared and discussed
We attempted to arrange
And engineer the similarity
Yet still to this day
Only a dream
Of warm coastal drifters
And north east storm dwellers
By three names she goes by
Like children who show and tell
With hidden secrets
And the push of pull
Of wondering
And the constant wandering
From state to state
In the unconscious state
Of our minds
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.09.29.13:21:02@130BklynNYC
Rebecca Brice
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
So many years
And more
Her hair was long
We were on the beach
Sand in our toes
We were just kids
With the gulf at our feet
Some friends in-between come and go
But she stayed
And I stayed
Now both above the
Mason-Dixon line
Both searching
For the love not yet discovered
It’s what makes us
Cry like the violins of the philharmonic
Not seen enough
But nestled deep within
And never forgotten
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.09.29.12:12:03@130BklynNYC