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Filling Time. Filling Space. Filling Up.

Filling time and filling space and filling up.

Fill you inside and fill up the gasoline.

Fill up your mind and pack up the hide.

Pitch the tent and find the nest.

Hunt around back and turn up front.

Periods on ends and period pieces and periods between.

Giving and gave.

Forgotten glory.

Grievances and graves.

Satellites and clusters of lights.

Back seat lovers and motion in the ocean.

No errors and no exclamations.

No more fears and no more revolutions.

Piece by piece.

Cut the cloth.

Spread is spread.

Welcome to my night bed.

© 2024 David Greg Harth

2024.11.09.22.00.00@130BklynNYC

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Suicide Registration

I stood up

Walked out of the classroom

I was frustrated

This was not the class I signed up for

This was not the professor I hoped to learn from

I went to the administration office

I sought clarification 

And then I realized

I did not register for Suicide

I registered for something else

© 2024 David Greg Harth

24.12.04.22.22.51@130BklynNYC

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Paralyzed

I’m ready

Ready to quit

Ready to leave

Ready to resign

Ready to depart

Ready to vacate

Ready to abandon

Ready to surrender

Time to accept this void

Society will continue without me

No company can make it easier

No love can ease the pain

My eye sight is leaving me

Blinded to the truth

I am paralyzed

With the thought

Of killing myself

© 2024 David Greg Harth

24.12.04.17.07.00@130BklynNYC

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Shadows

Running out of time

Can’t compete against this current

Can’t win against this tide

Can’t keep my head over water

Can’t recover

Can’t forget

And

Can’t remain

So remember my strength

Remember I tried

Remember my name

And 

Remember my epic dream

I put you aside

To surrender to love

I lost what I once had

But gained so much more

And

The darkness ate me alive

I got buried

Beneath the great depression

© 2024 David Greg Harth

24.12.01.16.17.00@130BklynNYC

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My Favorite Sounds

Here is a short list of some of my favorite sounds::

Rain on metal (Rain on a metal roof or car hood or window air conditioner)

Lawn mower / mowing of a lawn

Gravel roads / foot steps on a gravel road or a moving car’s tires slowly moving on gravel road

Children on a playground / children’s laughter while playing on a playground or in a swimming pool

Subway rushing through a tunnel, not at the station, but when the subway is traveling through the depths of a tunnel

My cat’s purr

Crickets chirping in the dark night

The systematic rhythmic beeps in a hospital 

Trees swaying in the wind after a storm at dusk

Rustle of leaves

An oscillating fan

The sound of a crackling (controlled) fire. Like a fire in a fireplace or fire pit.

Wind chimes; especially during a sunlit afternoon with temperature around 70F and especially when lightly napping

A snow plow plowing snow on the street at night

Church bells ringing in the distance

The Muslim call to prayer over an audio system

Howling wind at night outside a window

© 2024 David Greg Harth

24.11.13.09.47.00@130BklynNYC

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She Came Inside

Pry

Pull 

Pick

Peel

Prod

Plow

Push

Poke

Pluck

Probe

Pierce

Prompt

Puncture

Permeate

Penetrate

Emancipate

Evacuate

Excavate

Exorcism

Exfoliate

Extrude

Escape

Extract

Egress

Elude

Expel

Eject

Evict

Exit

Infiltrate

Intrude

Invade

Inject

Assault

Attack

Access

Autopsy

Sneak

& Peak

Trespass

Pass

Paassssssst…

Pssst…..

Psss….

Entrance

She’s going inside

And inside she went

I opened wide

And she came inside

© 2024 David Greg Harth

24.11.07.09.45.48@130BklynNYC

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I Love Your Disaster

Your disaster is a hurricane

Twirling fiercely inside you

With untamable winds that refuse to rest

You birth calm out of chaos

Your disaster is a wildfire

Furious and free, shining bright in the night

Always burning without fear of going out

You shed light in forever darkness

Your disaster is a flood

Filling all dusty plains and dry deserts

With midnight visions and journey dreams

You bring beauty out of loss

Your disaster is a volcano

With explosive rage of molten rock

Shooting and seeping and penetrating

You drape your heart around new growth 

Your disaster is a landslide

Aborting trees from their roots

Bequeathing paths of destruction down mountains

You conquer previous footsteps with optimism

 

Your disaster is an avalanche

Denying to obey gravity

Turning echoing canyons into whisperings graves

You keep serenity to hidden tempers

Your disaster is a tornado

Erasing shadows from the horizon

Catapulting life across valleys of death

You rotate the righteousness with empathy

Your disaster is an earthquake

Raging tremors crack to reveal weaknesses

Refusing resistance from the toughest structures

You always end with reconstruction generously

Your disaster is a tsunami

Torturing the unsuspecting innocent

With fury and rampage crashing upon the shore

You erase pain from solitary abyss

Your disaster is a blizzard

Blinding routes of egress

Icing and freezing without retribution

You bring children guided hope about tomorrow

Your disaster is a pandemic

Breeching agreements among the swan songs of the living

Challenging reasoning of the educated

You infect worldly ideas uninvited

Your disaster is war

Catastrophic at the very core

Edges and cults and riches and ideas

You shake disillusion aside with executed harmony

© 2024 David Greg Harth

2024.11.01.17.08.42@1000MountainRestRdNewPaltzNY (Mohonk Mountain House)

2024.09.15.22.00.00@130Bklyn

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Masturbation Marathon

I woke up aroused

I knew how today’s events would unfold

And I go right to it

I put on my cock ring

It wraps under my big balls

It wraps around the base of my big cock

Constricts

Excites

I lay on the couch

Pull down my pants

And just spread out

And start stroking

I look at photos

And watch porn

And look at photos

And watch porn

And stroke

Stroke

Stroke

Stroke

Watch

Stroke

Stroke

Stroke

I edge myself

I get myself super hard

Super erect

I’m bulging and thick and throbbing and purple

I stop myself just before exploding a hot cum load

I take myself down

I slow down

Easy does it

Easy

Slow

And then I find my rhythm again

I look at photos

I look at porn

I intoxicate myself with stimulation

Over and over I stroke my thick hard cock

Over and over I stroke

Until just before I cum

And stop

Pre-Cum is on the tip of my cock

Slippery

I rub my finger on the tip

Slippery

Slippery

Stroke

Slippery

Stroke

It’s still so early in the morning

Not even 8am

I should be somewhat productive today

Don’t you think?

I decide its time to take a shower

I get into the shower

Hot soapy wet water

Pouring all over down my body

Making me slippery

Wet

Steamy

Super aroused

And hard

I put soap in my hand

And grasp my fat cock

And start stroking

Everything is so slippery

It feels like the real thing

It feels like I’m inside

It feels like I’m inside a tight wet pussy

I stroke

I stroke

I stroke

I’m about to cum

I’m about to shoot a load

And I bring myself down

Easy does it

I stop myself

And repeat

I stroke again

And again

Until I’m fully erect

And my cock is super purple

As if it’s about to explode

Burst blood

Explosion of sensory overload

I stop myself again

I collect my thoughts

I exit the shower

I dry off

The day progresses

I’m on the bed

I’m on the couch

I’m on a chair

I’m in the shower

I masturbate hours upon hours

I masturbate continuously

I’m edging myself for hours

I’m naked. Or clothed. Or partially clothed.

Or my cock is just slipped out of my jeans

I’ll twist

And I’ll turn

I’ll tremble

And I’ll resist

I watch porn

I look at photos

I use my imagination

I think of her and her and her and her

Then I think of her and her and her and her

I remember the time

I think of the time

I only take short breaks

For the bathroom

For quick snacks

No time for breakfast

No time for lunch

No time for dinner

Only time to stroke

For hours

I whip it out

For hours and hours

I stroke my throbbing thick hard cock!

Stroke

Stroke 

Stroke

I’m so hard

Take it easy

Bring yourself down

Down

Down

Calm down

Everything is calm

I hear whispers

I hear the refrigerator buzz

An outside noise

Sounds of the city

But I’m too horny

Can’t focus

Must touch myself

Getting aroused

I look at porn

I look at photos

I’m at it again

Repeat

Over and over

Stroke 

Stroke

Stroke

I can’t take it anymore

It’s been 2 hours

4 hours

6 hours

8 hours

10 hours

I got up at 5am

And now its 6pm

And now its 10pm

And now its midnight

I’ve been stroking my hard cock for 18 hours straight

For 18 hours

I didn’t do anything

Nothing

But pull back

And pull forth

Pull back

And pull forth

All energy 

Everything

On my cock

All eyes on my cock

My hand on my cock

Drooling on my cock

Squeezing on my cock

Cock ring on my cock

All day on my cock

It’s been too long

I must focus

I must get on with life

I stroke

I stroke

I grasp my cock

I stroke

I stroke my throbbing thick cock

Feverishly

Fast

Thrusting

I finally cum my hot creamy load!

I’m at ease

I am calm

I am calm

I can sleep

I go to bed

Guilty

© 2024 David Greg Harth

24.10.29.22.00.00@130BklynNYC

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Revoked

No one to blame

Not a moment

Not a person

Battled the pain

Unbearable 

Unhappiness

No caffeine

No alcohol

No day time fantasies

No time to keep track of

Salty tears

Floating upon the Dead Sea

Memories of Nazareth

Feet bleeding in pain

Knees fallen

Broken

Wishes of seppuku

Following footsteps

Gray & Blake 

And all the coffees unknown

Anitra & Noah

And all the forgotten friends

No Ark I want to be in

Vomiting the poisonous 

No neighbor

No pen to compose

Everyone thought

Would not leave

Would not write

Would not call

Eye; I see, I am

Epic tales

Of fallen heroes

No presidential moment

No van Gogh

I did not invent

Nor did I escape

All I did was 

Was

So

Remember my name

Etched in history

Sunken ships

Reminiscence 

Of consciousness

Uncomplicated

© 2024 David Greg Harth

24.10.03.11.14.00@130BkllynNYC

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Sleepless Nights

quiet

night

silence

drift

fray

whisper

unknown

falls

end

tie knot

dark

loss

lost

yesterday

tomorrow

mourning

night shade

listen

alone

final

untold

secret

wind

footsteps

moment

shadow

grace

forgotten

last

echoes

© 2024 David Greg Harth

24.09.22.21.23.00@130BklynNYC

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In The Absence

Lean in a little closer

I brush the hair away from your ear

My lips part and I send you a whispering postcard

© 2024 David Greg Harth

24.08.20.22.45.00@130BklynNYC

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Errands

I have so many errands to run

Running the errands 

And remembering the runs

I ran the memories

And I remembered the errands

© 2024 David Greg Harth

24.08.19.22.03.00@130BklynNYC

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Black Skies

Secret whispers fell from the sky

Diluted in the puddles on the empty roads

 

Dreams rode the waves that crashed upon the shore

They broke apart as they smashed upon the jagged rocks

 

Ideas burning flesh from bones

Empty hearts filled with charcoal

 

Hatred breeding the glorious cowards

Now mothers of tomorrow’s generation

 

An avalanche of darkness covers meadows of delusion

Conquered barren skulls with not a moment’s last breath

 

Left over gods with no sermons or lectures

No spells, no tales, no disciples, no rōnin

No bee hive, no vessel, no fuselage, no urn

No power exchange, no bound wrists,

no unseen ward, no conversation spoken

No mausoleum, no resurrection,

No temptation, no river birth

Just the black skies

Which now cover this earth

 

© 2024 David Greg Harth

2024.07.31.17.28.00@130BklynNYC

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The Beginning

I find it most difficult to start

But once you start, everything falls into place

 

Sorting things out

Organizing tasks

Repeating false memories

Playing a song for the morning swans

Inevitable fears cancelled

Enveloped cash memories

Planning estates

Meal preparation

Canceling the services

 

Coming to attention

Ocean waves crashing

Couldn’t compare

Couldn’t comprehend

 

Found something to eat

Complaints written down

Asked for a gun

Got sweet plantains

Asked for an extension

Got a wooden box

 

The most difficult part is starting

 

The hardest part is always the start

 

© 2024 David Greg Harth

2024.07.30.11.41.00@130BklynNYC

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Among The Forgotten

Questions left unanswered

Always a mystery why he left so soon

No written note or epic story to read

Just scattered belongings to piece together

 

Questions left unanswered

He was alone and lonely

She was the very cloud

Swept him into a rescued eternity

 

Questions left unanswered

Sometimes actions cannot be prevented

No matter the day of the week

Or time the sun rises

 

Questions left unanswered

Each community slightly more empty

An art world untouched

Never forgiven but always forgotten

 

© 2024 David Greg Harth

24.07.20.18.48.58@130BklynNYC

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Cookies & The Radio

She sat me down

Bandaged up my knee

Trio walked off into the morning sun

Most important objects of all

Anywhere in the world right here

Right now, in her back pack

She’s got the cookies

She’s got the radio

And away we go –

© 2023 David Greg Harth

23.03.23.07.00.00@ElChaltenChilePatagonia

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Mr. Mr. Clock

Clock strikes 4pm.

Clock came racing down.

Didn’t know the race was on.

Didn’t know the dust had settled.

Didn’t know my scent was left lingering.

I was just seated. Alone. Lonesome. Lonely. Single.

Retracted.

I was just seated. Honored. Guarded. Walled. Single.

You came along. Brought your broom. Brought your dust bin.

Here we are and the clock strikes 4pm

In love, 

My heart goes –

Tick Tick Tick Tick

In love,

My heart goes –

On forever

Because I’m the man without a clock.

I’m the man without time.

Because I’ve been bought and I’ve been sold.

I’ve been living on borrowed time.

It’s 4pm.

Time to get wed.

© 2022 David Greg Harth

22.11.11.15:31:30@130BklynNYC

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List of 10: Concerts I’ve been too

1. U2

2. The Who

3. The Rolling Stones

4. Nine Inch Nails

5. Bruce Springsteen

6. David Bowie

7. James

8. Leonard Cohen

9. Pete Seeger

10. Madonna

 

Note: Concerts are listed in random order, not chronologically.

 

© 2022 David Greg Harth

22.10.14.17:43:27@130BklynNYC

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Just Like That

And just like that

The loaf of bread is gone!

No more crumbs

No more bread

No more for you

No more for me

Just like that!

 

© 2022 David Greg Harth

22.09.08.15:15:55@130NYC

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