Epic Battle
These monsters combat my moral insides
These demons assault my daily breath
I attempt to abide and keep in control
But the more I live on
The more I want to die by suicide
© 2014 David Greg Harth
14.03.31.22:47:12@130BklynNYC
Enchantment
Life suddenly becomes revitalized
Collision course to seppuku avoided
Curtain lifted, veil removed, stones collapse
Poisonous eyes mesmerize
waiting,
waiting,
waiting
Like a sword drawn from its sheath
Upon fields of cherry blossoms
Hovering over the asphodel meadows
This is the fire we’ve all been waiting for
Burning thoughts reveal truths
She injects me with her secret venom
The soldier marches on
Through the forest of the forgotten
Battles his raging conflicts of love
He comes forth
waiting,
waiting,
waiting
A beauty like hers is rare
No precious stone or mineral
An abbess of my intromittent organ
Owner of my locked cave
At the entrance with the passport to my heart
Standing in a halo’s trinity
A shadow suspended over me
waiting,
waiting,
waiting
She is the enchanting one
And enchanted I have become
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.27.12:03:19@130BklynNYC
Endless Possibilities
She took my heart
I offered it for free
I told her she could have it
I told her it was hers
She took my heart
She had it for a week
She remembered me entirely
For weeks and months to come
Only to discover I am not who I am
She threw out my heart
She threw it away
She disregarded it and disengaged
She refused to do anything with my heart
She disposed of it
She let it escape without a resting soul
She could have done anything with my heart
The possibilities were endless
But instead, my heart is now gone
Forever disappeared
And forgotten
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.09.13:58:43@130BklynNYC
Erasing The Sky
As I laid down on the freshly cut grass
And looked high above me
At the amazing vivid blue sky
With beautiful white clouds
So fluffy and puffy and angelic
Organic shapes floating by
I took out my yellow number 2 pencil
And I began to erase
One by one
I took my little pink rubber eraser
At the end of my yellow number 2 pencil
And began to erase the clouds
Gently removing each beautiful cloud from the sky
Blowing each of their remains
Into the wind
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.28.16:25:10@130BklynNYC
Eat Me A Banana
Take it all the way in
You eat it perfectly
Oh, so perfectly that even months after
I remember the moment
That you ate that banana
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.16.24:26:29@130BklynNYC
Explaining Death
One day
The lonesome horseback riders
Drift upwards under the secrecy of the fog
Creeping from the hidden black sea
Ascend the rugged cliff sides
One day
Shed tears drown out a raven’s call
Extracted discoveries interrupted
Forgotten past brought forth
Torture until the end
One day
Taken and stolen
Ended while the koto was played
Buried without a granted wish
Snow blanketed the warm coffin
One day
There will be no one
To explain to you
What happened to me
And I’ll be gone
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.11.20:05:33@130BklynNYC
The Emperor Has Returned
Emerging from silence
One thousand years forgotten
He becomes tranquil
Among past thieves
With pheasants roaming
And doves aviating
The Emperor has returned
Awakened from a deaf suspension
Awakened from a blind desolation
Emerging from secrecy
Time became irrelevant
He becomes euphoric
Among past maidens
With comrades commandeering
And enemies vanishing
The Emperor has returned
Awakened from a still coma
Awakened from a written dogma
Quest of the darkest deep
Shattering the ground beneath
Has interrupted this very sleep
His warriors end the pursuit
From latitude and longitude
They’ve given up the route
Endless to the very end
Beyond the cliffs of paradise
Only now he may transcend
The Emperor has returned
Awakened from an untimely death
Birthed once more into locus amoenus
With this kiss he has one more breath
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.01.23:11:39@130BklynNYC
Elbows
Let me tell you a story
About my elbows
When I was younger
Younger, meaning just a few years ago
I was in horrible pain
My elbows
I decided to divide my arms up
First the left side
I took a hacksaw in my right hand
I cut off my left arm, just below the elbow.
I then struggled to wrap a tourniquet
Just below my elbow
Using my right hand
And my
Teeth
I can assure you it was very difficult
After wrapping the lower portion of my severed left arm in wet gauze
I placed it in a huge thermal container of ice
The next part
I took the hacksaw again
With my right hand
And cut just above my left elbow
I placed my left elbow
In a jar filled with formaldehyde
I then unwrapped the lower portion of my arm
From its frozen gauze
Placed it on the table and lined up my now shortened
Left arm
I removed the tourniquet
Steadily, with my right hand and my
Teeth
I sewed my lower left arm to the upper left arm
My elbow
Now
Gone
The next part proved itself quite difficult
I’m a right-handed person, not
Left
I took the hacksaw in my left hand
And cut off the lower part of my right arm
This was difficult because I could not remain steady
I did not have a clean cut
Quite jagged
Ripped
And
Torn
But I managed to remove the lower part of my right arm
And like the left
Next came wet gauze, ice, tourniquet.
Following along
I then cut off my right elbow
And placed the right elbow
In a separate jar from the left elbow
And like before
Following the steps previously
Only extremely more difficult
With my left hand and teeth
I sewed my lower right arm to my upper right arm
In the past you have incorrectly perceived me
To be a man with two elbows
What you don’t know about me
Until now
Was that I am man
With no elbows
Except for my two jars at home
Each containing
An
Elbow
© 2011 David Greg Harth
Elbows In My Knees
These bones
These bones
These over ground fixtures
structures
punctures
out of print junctures
Complicated architecture
Swam that archipelago
My name is Michelangelo
Wife is an archer
Protest marcher
Molesting preacher
Heroic teacher
These bones
These bones
These problem solvers
hand held revolvers
soul survivors
deep sea divers
Spread solvents
Innocent adolescents
Censored advertisements
Identity notarized
America terrorized
Keeping on my eyes
I’ve been dehumanized
These bones
These bones
These left overs
push overs
under covers
community lovers
Liquid dykes
Mathematical hikes
Mystery nights
Silent secret protected
I was the last to be selected
Mirage reflected
With no fault, erected
These bones
These bones
These dark clothes
dirty hoes
friend and foes
eagle’s nest, street crows
Obscene gestures
Earned tenures
Digging caterpillars
Nuclear rockets in the sky
Earth’s shadow – magnify
Innocent claiming “Oh My!”
Standing tall, do or die
These bones
These bones
These mighty bones!
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.07.15.10:42:28@130BklynNYC
Everything For Angola
You illuminate my heart
I am sad when we are apart
You are my lasting kiss
And my three year tryst
We believe in fate
Beyond heaven’s gate
Trusting your instinct, fall into my arms
Around your neck, a lover’s charms
Exquisite in every scent
Goodbyes are never meant
Buckle in bravery
Encourage my ancestry
Vast open African skies
Lost in your very brown eyes
Better squash butter
My tongue does not stutter
You are my cause of reality
Capturing my admiration silently
Remembering touching your soft skin
Fire burns inside our own kiln
Let us stand up tall
You and I, will never fall
In a week’s time, something
In a lifetime, everything
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.29.21:25:00@AngolaAfrica
Skin & Kiln rhymes in Harth’s mind
Eight Servings
Yesterday I had so many
My stomach hurt; my stomach ached
I went to the doctor, I went to the witch
I connected and I fell
I established and I stumbled
I created and I demolished
Yesterday I only had one
I took some medication, I took some drugs
My hand contemplated feeling, but never did
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.31.08:54:00@130BklynNYC
Eight Hours
She lives
I don’t know where
She sleeps tonight
Beating drum sounds
Calling sons and daughters
Down aisles true
Beneath footsteps
Imprinted moments
Atlantic dusk, Mediterranean dawn
Night shadows descend
Her smile infiltrates my mind
Her eyes penetrate my soul
She sings my song
I hear her wings
I hear her fall
Just eight is what it took
A kiss, a little touch
A forever memory
A forever love
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.08.23.23:33:00@AleyLebanon
Everyone Has A Crooked Toe
I met a woman
She was crooked.
I met a violent criminal,
She was crooked.
I met a corporation,
She was crooked.
I met a politician,
She was crooked.
I met an artist,
She was straight.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.06.12.22:50:31@296NYC
Every Long Day Has An End
I was born at the wrong time
I learned thousands
Soon, today will be over
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.03.21.16:30:57@599NYC
Expired
My time has come.
I’ve turned into thin dust.
Howling winds collected my remains.
My love for you has been carried away.
Silent tears break the waves of enchantment.
My heart is crushed to a pulp.
Dead beneath the sea.
Nothing can revive.
I’m expired.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.12.26.14:14:25@205HudsonNYC
End
Not one,
Not even her,
Or his brother or his sister,
Not even his grandfather, mother or father.
Not even his co-worker, his friends out west or on other continents.
No one believed it would ever happen.
It was a cold day in New York.
Freezing to the bone.
Frigid.
Cool air collected in one corner of the room.
He had a headache.
Perfectly.
December 9th
A knock at the door
Found him dead on the floor.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.12.08.21:00:51@296NYC
Ending Pain
Take your knife
Follow the delicate patterns
Trim me complete
Follow my scar lines
Somethings are better left not understood
Remove me from this life
Slit my throat
Reach up inside
Tie my tongue in a philosophical knot
Rip my hair out
And tear off my fingernails
Burn my flesh
Feed my bones to machines
Put my cock in a noose
Swallow my insides as I am alive
Let the people honor me at my funeral
Write notes in class
My lover’s disease is no sin
Show no mercy
Place your sword against my heart
Now thrust
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.30.15:05:49@205HudsonNYC
Everyone
Everyone stops to think
and everyone stops to reflect.
Everyone stops to smell the flowers
and everyone stops to inhale.
Everyone stops to smile
and everyone stops to laugh.
Everyone stops to rest
and everyone stops to sleep.
Everyone stops to create
and everyone stops to grow.
Everyone stops to thank you
and everyone stops to welcome.
Everyone stops to write
and everyone stops to read.
Everyone stops to witness
and everyone stops to admire.
Everyone stops
But who will stop to love?
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.31.01:58:26@205HudsonNYC
Execute
Afterwards,
When all the spectators have dispersed,
When the last crow sung its morning call,
When migrant workers marched on,
When heaven came to meet the horizon,
When your open heart became available,
It’s when I kneel,
hold, kiss, and touch
and become the man
of your half.
So, declare your honesty,
Let the silent heart speak,
For I have been listening.
Afterwards,
Beneath the stars,
We’ll make love by the Mediterranean.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.21.02:37:36@296NYC