I, 1996 - 00 David Harth I, 1996 - 00 David Harth

I Don’t Want To Make You Cry

I don’t want to make you cry

I don’t want to make you sweat

Shed a tear

Or be afraid

 

I don’t want to make you hurt

I don’t want you to be in in pain

Crawl up inside

Or runaway

 

I don’t want to make you cry

I don’t want to make you hide

Become empty

Or scared

 

I don’t want to make you dive under

I don’t want to make you climb low

Surrender your self

Or remain silent

 

I don’t want to make you cry

Come home tonight

Let me inside

I’ve opened my heart

It stays ajar, for only so long

I don’t want to make you cry

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.02.11.18:00:00 @ SOHA NYC

00.02.24.14:49:00 @ 1515 NYC

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Romantic Lovie

Oh Romeo

My big buddy

My fat cat

Sweet stinker

You run after fishy

 

You are a great thumper

Romping around

Running around

Laughing

Goofy

 

Oh Romeo

You black and white

You big eyed wonder

You silly goose!

 

Showing a path

A running bolt

A stalker

And birdie chirper

Lovie Dovie in bed

Humping thy breast

Tonight, and night

Tickle Tickle toe tickler

 

Oh Romeo

What?

Whadya say?

What?

You want to play with fishy??

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.12.22.01:39:49 @ 296NYC

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Cheesecake, Blueberry Pie

Cheesecake

Blueberry Pie

Chocolate Chip Cookies

Brownies

Peanut Butter Heaven

Raspberry Croissant

Banana Bread

Crumb Coffee Cake

Chocolate Covered Pretzels

Mississippi Mud Pie

Apple Strudel

Fudge

Key Lime Pie

Apple Pie

Oreo Cake

Carrot Muffin

Chocolate Glazed Doughnuts

Seven Layer Cake

 

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.12.14.23:48:13 @ 296NYC

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Stop

You can’t stop me

I’ll keep walking

Straight forward

Past the passing trains

and traffic lights

 

I’ll pass Elvis and Dylan

On my road

To becoming a remembered ghost

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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Tooth Fighter of the Night

Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,

I won’t let you down.

I’ll rise straight back up

From the dead

From the dirt in which I’m buried under.

 

I’d burn in hell because I’m the forgiver of greatest sins

I’d make love to you if you were a larva carcass

I’d kill your mother if only she was still alive

 

Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,

I’ll purchase products by Sony and Mattel

I’ll purchase products by Fuji and Banana Republic

I’ll strengthen my weakness by feeding on your weak

I’ll strengthen my weakness by eating at your soul

Eating the flesh off your back

Licking your blood up off the floor

Your menstrual blood

Your baby blood

Your fuck blood

 

Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,

I’ll sink under and come up again

I’ll keep coming back for more

You can’t beat me down

You can’t erase me

You can’t make me disappear

You can’t dissolve my image

 

Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,

I’ll steal your teeth and make pretty necklace charms

Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,

I’ll leave you stamped bills beneath your fluffy pillow

Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,

I’ll fuck your daughter’s angel

Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,

I won’t amend to please or surpass your dream

I won’t soothe or edit text-based imagery

I won’t use nicer words or be romantic

I won’t laugh or cry for your benefit

 

Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,

I’ll be a fighter

I’ll search and never die

I’ll always reach higher

I’ll always try again and again

I’ll survive

I’ll listen, look, learn, live and love

 

Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night.

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.12.05.01:03:14@296NYC

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N, 1996 - 00 David Harth N, 1996 - 00 David Harth

not mechanical

Bionic Blend

Blurred vision

Cellular devices hooked up

Surrounding my brain

Encompass my thoughts

Bookend around the B Train

RA-Dio waves passing through

 

Traveling speeds

Fast speed

High on crack

On wave tunes

High tunes

Electronic exchanges

B sides

 

Brave ballrooms

Hung balls

Nut cracking massages

Super Duper High Tech

Revolution

Lube

Glued

television

multiplication the simplification

B frank B kite B byte

 

Singapore

Tye

Von

Ren the dollar, rent the book

Streak

Light

Mental note

note of sugar

Sugar cane

note in the bag

B

B the travel

B the plane

jet just blast

Bring on

Become the ring

Role off the tongue

9 8 20 23 20 2 sea you 2 Bnm

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.11.21.12:47:34 @ 296 NYC

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Sad

Sad because you don’t know why

Sad because I made a black painting

Sad because I thought about cutting off my ear

Sad because no one is here to put their arms around me

Sad because my will is incomplete and I don’t have a phone number handy

Sad because the bed that is usually on fire is shadowed by the pretend music

 

Sad because she knows

Sad because she is so mighty

Sad because she is so beautiful

Sad because she is so right

Sad because she is so tremendous

Sad because she is not here

Sad because she is not mine

 

Sad because a candle burns alone

Sad because I smell of smoke

Sad because I’ve been sold

Sad because my property went

Sad because

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.11.12.23:21:33 @ 296 New York City

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Hero

You are my hero.

You have inspired me

To live

To create

To love

 

You are my hero.

You have taught me

To standup

To fightback

To rebel

 

You are my hero.

You have shown me

The world

The light

The god

 

You are my hero.

You have imbedded taste in me

For art

For lust

For truth

 

You are my hero.

You have listened

When I was crying

When I was damaged

When I was not even yours

 

You are my hero.

You have met my inspiration

You have met my followers

You have met my lovers

 

You are my hero.

You have enlightened me

To teach peace

To teach trust

To teach kindness

 

You are my hero.

You have brought gifts to me

Ones I will open daily

Ones I will cherish forever

Ones I will share with my children

 

You are my hero.

You have cried

You have laughed

You have died

 

You will always be my hero.

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.11.12.01:41:36 @ 296 NYC

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Mistake Win

I never thought you could recover from the mistakes you made

But now tears roll down my eyes and all I want

Is my cheek to be next to yours

 

I never thought I could be wrong or make someone so beautiful

But now the mirror is broken and the garage glass shattered

 

You made me mad because you should have waited.

Now you have left with no news of today; only yesterday

 

Mistakes come and go

People come and go

But I’ll never find another lesson

Another bruise

Another time for manipulation or prostitution

 

Youve inspired me to grow up

Grow older

And grow higher

But now youve left me

With my fist in the glass; bloody

 

It’s pouring rain outside

But I am not wet

The wind is burning my face

But it is not windy

The ground is shaking beneath me

But the money is not falling from the tree

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.10.12.03:16:00@296NYC

00.11.12.24:45:00@296NYC

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Aleve

Send me a shit load

 

I will

 

You’re going to call the police on me

And get me arrested

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.10.23.12:00:00@BSSMCA

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Bumpy

This is a damn ass bumpy bump

Bumpty bumpty bump

 

I go bump bump bump

Bumpty bumpty bump

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.10.22.19:01:04 @ FLT#22

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Vomit

I vomit during the day

I vomit during the night

I vomit in my dreams

I vomit on the land

 

We rolled around

In that orange and green

In that yellow and brown

In that neon blue

 

We rolled around

Horsed around

Fooled around

I punctured her skin

With my stick

We had a fuck

In that vomit

Vomit all around

Puke on myself

She puked on me

And then I on her

 

I vomit during the day

I vomit during the night

I vomit on her hands

I vomit on her payment

 

We paid each other

Went our ways

I never saw her again

But I have a trail of vomit

Leading down to my cock

And now I’m going

And I’ll puke some more

Vomit some more

And smell the stench

In my dreams

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.10.20.10:38:46 @ In my dreams PMSMCA

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Face

Just one glimpse

Let me just see it once

Then I’ll turn away

 

I’ll believe in God

I’ll fall in love

I’ll talk to my mother

 

Let me just have one look

Just for a little while

I want to see

 

I want to see your sculpted face

Let me see your face

I have to see your face

Please, let me see your face

I want to see your face

I need to see your face

 

Just one little glimpse

One quick look

A little gaze

A brief squint

Let me see your image

Let me see your chiseled face

Let me see your beauty

Let me see why people are running

 

Just one glimpse

Let me just see it once

Then I’ll turn away

 

I have to see your face

Let me trace your outlines

Allow me to enter peace

I must see your face

 

I have to see it now

I can’t go on living

I need the proof to survive

I heard about your face

Magnificent

Vibrant

Godly

Surreal

 

I want to see your face

Let me see your face

I beg you

I will turn away right away

Let me see your face

 

Just one glimpse

Let me just see it once

Then I’ll turn away

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.10.12.04:16:32@296NYC

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Tuna Fish

“Tuna Fish”

 

My father makes the best tuna fish (salad).

I always know, if the tuna fish I’m eating,

is made by my father or not. His tuna fish

has a unique taste. It’s not about added pepper

or celery or extra mayo. It’s just the taste,

or maybe it’s in the knowing. It’s not just

tuna fish. It’s tuna fish that has unseen

love inside.

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.10.11.16:10:51 @ 1515 NYC

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A Brief Funny Story

I was at my Opa’s apartment last night.

In case you didn’t know, Opa is my grandfather.

Anyway, he is 89 years old and has an older brother, about age 94? in South Africa. They both fled Germany when Hitler decided to kill people.

 

I was showing Opa what I do at work. I had brought my laptop computer up to him last night and for the first time he was able to see and hear what I do at work and in my art world. I showed him websites I worked on and other things. Even played a video for him.

 

He was quite amazed at the technology.

We then emailed his brother and some other relative.

But first, he looked at his watch. He noticed the time and he said we couldn’t because if we did that, it would wake them up. I had to take about 4 minutes and explain to Opa that emails don’t wake up people like phone calls do. I still don’t think he fully understands. But it was funny.

 

And that’s my brief funny story.

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.10.10.15:31:42 @ 1515 NYC

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Wait Time

Wait Time Is Only

 

Four hours

10 minutes

3 1/2 hours

15 min.

2 hrs.

about 20 min.

7 hours

30 days

2 week period

ten days

about half an hour

Five hours

8 minutes

estimated time is 12 min.

9 hours

 

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.10.03.11:42:00 @ World Trade Center NYC

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Poem For A Girlfriend

I’m sorry I made you cry

I never wanted to hurt you

 

I’m sorry we shared those moments together

I never wanted to waste your time

 

I’m sorry we connected and lasted so long

I never wanted to deceive you

 

I’m sorry I encouraged you into commitment

I never wanted to lead you wrong

 

I’m sorry we dedicated so much time to us

I never wanted to confuse you

 

I’m sorry for everything I have done

But you didn’t tell me

You had a dick.

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.09.17.14:17:00@BABSON/MASS.

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Comparison To A Hard Roll

One is hard

One is soft

 

One is old

One is young

 

One tastes sweet to men

One tastes sweet to women

 

One has impersonators

One is an impersonator

 

One goes well with soup

One goes well with meat

 

One is a world favorite

One is a family favorite

 

One produces inspiration

One listens for inspiration

 

One has been cataloged

One will be cataloged

 

One will be remembered

One remembers

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.09.17.14:51:00@BABSON/MASS.

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Sea Of Grass

Long stemmed Japanese grass

Swallowed me up

And baby birds fell from the sky

 

In the curves of my ear

I could hear the soundtrack of my life

An orchestrated musical journey

 

She twisted around me

Encompassed my passion

She knew my thoughts and circled my being

 

The panda bear sits eating still leaves

The butterfly floats on a shared dream

The ladybug survives an ocean tide

 

Today is brought to me

Delivered with soft hands

And brown eyes

 

She sits and waits

I search and turn

We join again and again

Nothing stopping

Not even poison or ice

 

I sit and wait

She is the cherished speed

We join again and again

Nothing stopping

Not even red glows or gliding rubber

 

We are two

From an island unknown

But we survive

Grow together

We follow the examples

of the great panda bear

delicate butterfly and soft ladybug

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.08.11.22:00:00@296NYC

00.09.12.12:39:00@296NYC

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Walk Away

After the rain wept

I could not even raise myself up

I could not stand

My entire body was shaking

My eyes looked down

Sad

Not knowing why

Questioning

The rain continued

Today it poured

Morning hours

A coolness swept over

Pushing the warmth away

Puzzled

And empty

I took to the streets

Walked alone

Questioning

My thoughts racing around

Constantly hungry

Trying to hold

The memory is past

My hands shiver with my breath

I can't believe it now

I don't want to go

You shut the door

And now I'm gone

The wet street beneath

Golden light reflects

A man at the door

Around the corner I turn

Questioning

Fog sets in

Surround my shivering body

My soul

My emptiness

My shadow you decline

Ignored

Forgot

Before the night falls to the sunrise

I go on walking

Away

With The Bible in hand

© 2000 David Greg Harth

2000.09.12.12:30:30@296NYC and 2000.09.27.04:02:03@296NYC

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