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
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
I Once Asked You
I once asked you
If you loved me
You said yes
I once asked you
If you loved me
You said yes
I once asked you
If you loved me
You said yes
Three times of love,
And the sparrow
Is shot dead.
© David Greg Harth
16.02.28.20:51:00@BalticSea (Tallinn > Helsinki)
Impact
There are two ways
of making
an
impact
Laughter we shared
Smiles photographed
Music we heard
Concert we danced at
Tears we tasted
Mourning in silence
Snow that fell upon us
Running in the rain
Soaring planes
Observing skies
Walking side by side
Holding hands down the street
Conversations had
Games of phone tag
Burgers eaten
Sharing dessert
Taking a photo booth portrait
Visiting an art museum
Laying upon the grass in the park
Bird songs echoing overhead
Riding the roller coaster
Drifting on the ocean’s edge
Waking up late
Eating popcorn at the movies
Standing for eternity
Witnessing a signature
Kissing beneath midnight
Making love forever
All these experiences
And I have nothing left
Nothing to give
And nothing to receive
Every bone crushed
Every organ destroyed
I become no longer recognizable
I am dead
It was impossible to survive a fall from such a height
A jump
After my body has impacted the ground
The mourners will ask you,
How has he impacted your life?
© 2014 David Greg Harth
14.05.15.09:32:00@130BKLYNNYC
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
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
In
No turning back
Not heading towards a heart attack
No way to halt
Not turning into a pillar of salt
No direction given
Not an indication of being forgiven
No signals have been alerted
Not the slightest chance of being deserted
No more poetry worth penning
Not a poison in the world preventing
No military brigade could stop
Not the greatest dive off a cliff drop
No escape from fate
Not going to portray myself with hate
No tension released
Not going down on you to feast
No talking with conversation
Not able to rid of admiration
No possibility to find a way out
Not ever going to be your devout
No more pride holding my head high
Not even death would make this feeling die
Once you’re in, you're in
And when you’re in,
You’re in
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.02.17.18:11:00@NYC
In Honor
Look carefully at the warrior I have become
Loyal, selfless and true
Back and forth, I am not quite through
I appear before your next inhale
I disappear before you exhale
I am the air you breathe
I am the wind that carries you
I elapse time between you
I create history beside you
I am the ground that rattles beneath your feet
I am the battle that rages in your heart
I am your unconscious decision
I will reveal my destruction and courage
My addiction, dedication and strong will
It is my destiny, my passion, my instruction
I am noble, brave, and fearless
I am exiled from your world
Filled with power, I come in death
I defy categorization, gravity, and emotion.
I conquer your heart, and become your love
I protect the innocent
Care for the aged
I spawn the non-existent
Cherish the forgotten
I pass through inanimate objects
Drift above cloudy skies
And in a moment’s time
I am gone without a trace
© 2010 David Greg Harth
10.12.15.24:43:11@130BklynNYC
I See Your Name
I see your name
Come and go
Come and go
Monday,
Tuesday,
Wednesday,
Thursday,
Friday
In passing, On the list
Come and go
Come and go
But that’s just it.
You are only a name now.
Not a person.
© 2010 David Greg Harth
10.09.24.11:14:37@550MadisonAveNYC
I’m Forgetting
I’m forgetting those moments and mysteries
Those violations and transitions
Those constellations and presentations
I forget to pause
To think and breathe
I forget to live life
I forget your name, I forget your face
I forget what you smell like and how your voice sounds
I forget this fantasy, this dynasty
I forget the past, the present
I forget to dream and forget my purpose and forget the drive
I forget the milk, I forget the eggs
I forget to call, I forget to write
I’m forgetting everything
My numbers, my phone, my address, my book
My place, my birth, my time, my location
I’m forgetting my senses
I’m forgetting my reasons
I’m forgetting my songs, my disease, my search
I’m forgetting my love, my loneliness, my capital, my gain
I forget which road to take, which path to walk
Which turn to take, which switch to operate
Which signal to read, which offer to take
I’m forgetting everything beyond everything
My left from right, and right from left
My bible, my pencil, my pen, my paper
I’m forgetting the lyrics, forgetting the birthdays
I’m forgetting my appointments, forgetting my meetings
I’m forgetting each time, every time, future time
I’m forgetting this, that, and this and that
I’m forgetting what it’s like
I’m forgetting where to go
I’m forgetting what to do
I forget my place and forget my memory
I forget nothing to everything
I forget how to end
I’m forgetting to forget
And I forget the forgetting
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.12.14.09:48:11@130BklynNYC
išėjęs
Warriors roar
Engage at the line
Attacking opposites
Competing for tyranny
Bludgeoned carcasses thrown
Blood soaked soil enriched
Barren fields left unattended
Common battle is extinct
Wounds heal no more
Pumping chambers vacant constant
With a sword of many
Reflection becomes absent
Known as an unfilled void
Only with scriptures from the land
Return as a heavenly secret from the serpent’s tongue
Gather and mourn the defeated
Conflict has ended
Soldier departed
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.07.23.11:13:14@130BklynNYC
In The Midnight
No matter how fast I set my pace
No matter how fast I walk ahead
I can’t escape those browns
Those browns that infiltrate me
Those browns that make my life brighter
I try to leave
I try to forget
But who am I kidding?
I can’t, nor have I tried
Because you are mine
And I am yours
We knew it months and months and months and months ago
You were there
I was here
Now you are there
And I am here
But slowly it began
And now it has changed
Still
Yours are brown
Mine are blue
And together
The most beautiful hue
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.05.04.17:38:00@130BklynNYC
In The Night’s Memory
Last night among
Hundreds
Invading streets
Of great town’s point
My tongue of
Sensuality
Can no longer speak
Or court
For hosts of
Supper’s past
Came to me
Midnight last
My menu of yesterday
Compass direction South
Ending tale wed
She pierces my heart entirely
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.05.01:33:00@14STUNSQNYC
Infinite Loop
You
are on mind
I can’t get you out
I can’t get you out
I’m thinking about you constantly
Every moment of every day
Since we spoke last
I admit my wonder
I don’t know when
I don’t know where
But I give you my word
My word is my bond
That one day
As the sun greets the horizon
As the wind knocks at your door
I’ll lay my lips upon yours
And kiss you until eternity’s infinite loop
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.03.03:54:15@130BklynNYC
Is It Too Late To Call?
I’m asking now
In the middle of this March night
Is it too late to call?
I want to hear your voice
To know you are alive
Know you are well
I want to know if your heart is beating
And you are breathing.
Is it too late to call?
Can I hear your voice on the other end of the line?
Will I awake you from your sleep?
Can I tell you I love you?
Is it too late to call?
In the middle of dreams
Happy memories scattered
Future experiences planned
Will you answer the phone -
If it rings for you now?
Is it too late to call?
I’m asking now
At this late March hour
Can I call you right now?
Can I tell you I love you?
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.12.01:35:54@130BklynNYC
I Don’t Like Your Armpits
If I told you how I felt
If I told you the truth
If I told you that I didn’t like your armpits,
Would you still love me?
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.27.03:02:42@130BklynNYC
I’ve Eaten
I thank you for the offer
It’s very kind of you
But I must decline
I must not have any
For I have eaten already
I’ve eaten
And I’m full
I must decline your offer
But really, it’s very kind of you
I appreciate your willingness
But I can’t accept
For I am no longer hungry
For I’ve eaten
Already, I’ve eaten
I’ve eaten the heart of my lover
The genitals of my enemy
And the brain of my father
I’ve eaten the breast of my mother
The hair of my grandparents
And drank my sister’s menstrual blood
You see -
I’ve eaten.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.12.15.22:22:10@130BklynNYC
I Killed Father
What did they expect?
Something better? Time to go by with no action done?
Did you really expect me to do nothing?
To sit back and relax? To witness the in justice? The wrong? The illegal?
I was tired of no action. I was tired of nothing happening. I was tired of the horrible.
I became focused. I realized my dream. I did my job. I helped society.
I seek no reward. No medal of honor. No salute.
I did what I had to do.
I killed father.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.12.02.19:15:59@130BklynNYC
In The Rain
Wet shirt stuck to my self
Skin tight
Standing in the middle of the street
Hurting inside
The rain carries my tears
I cut myself
And die in the rain
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.11.13.11:34:50@130BKLYN