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
Love’s Executioner
The empathetic one with oar
Was silent with purpose
In destiny I crossed the river
With an obol in my mouth
To join my mélange of lovers
Winnow down the truths
For there was an eternal one
That my heart belonged too
She made me evaporate my lies
And surrender my soul
She was the nectar of my strength
And my last destination
In death’s paradise
I love, love, love.
© 2016 David Greg Harth
16.09.19.10:07:14@200VeseyNYC
List of 10: Quotes about my cock
1. “…please don't take this the wrong way but your cock is sooo big it's painful sometimes!! seriously i feel like i was fucked by a sledgehammer!”
2. “Your cock is massive...i couldn't even get my entire hand around it...kindda intimidating/amazing”
3. “Did I mention that DGH has a beautiful penis? And a beautiful heart? Tough combo to find!!”
4. “…really is a donkey cock ... HUUUGGGGEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”
5. “I was thinking about how large and in charge your cock is”
6. “dear god what is that ginormous thing”
7. “I’m already totally distracted thinking about your gorgeous cock.”
8. “I’m working from home because the craving in my loins that I have for you has made it difficult to stand up straight.”
9. “I seriously never ever saw such a big one!!!!”
10. “You are an amazing tonic! Smile on my face all day. Can hardly wait for you to put me in line again!! I guess I'll have to be extra naughty from now on. XOXO (Your dirty naughty rebellious little slut who cannot get enough of your magical cock)”
© 2016 David Greg Harth
16.02.02.21:00:00@NYC
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
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
Lost at Sea
No exit
Or escape route
No out reached hand
Or phone call
No voice to hear
Or friendly eyes
No bird’s song
Or water to drink
No tip toeing children
Or animals to hold
No parachute
Or banking hours
No love had
Or will
The darkest days have arrived
The last sunset given
It is the stars that become dust
In the very land
In which we bury our dead
No way out
Or tunnel light
No shelter given
Or photographs taken
No easy transportation
Or lock and key
No article written
Or west side exhibition
No way to hide
Or loss of weight
No sight gains
Or remaining love
No memory served
Or reason
The darkest days have arrived
The last sunset given
It is the stars that become dust
In the very land
In which we bury our dead
It is at sea
Where we become lost
And it is at the bottom of the sea
Where I am most
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.03.05.01:08:19@130BklynNYC
The Lonely Corpse
The lonely corpse sits on the sidewalk
Half distant and half personal
The corpse was once so full of life
He was a sparkled gem to some
An artist to others
To some, he was “David”
To others, he was “Harth”
Right now, he is an investigation
Surrounded by yellow tape
Blue and white cars
And numerous gawking pedestrians
Strangers taking mobile phone photographs
To be distributed through the internets
To numerous other strangers
It went so quickly
So far down
That last end
But now at least he’s not alone
Now he is famous
In printed media and tomorrow’s daily news
Online reports and tourist’s digital media cards
He is history now
A memory to some
An enemy to others
A once lover to some
And now he is just a corpse
A corpse on a sidewalk
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.09.14:55:05@130BklynNYC
List of 10: Films that make me cry and think of you
1. The Last of the Mohicans
2. Legends of the Fall
3. Braveheart
4. Gladiator
5. Shakespeare In Love
6. The Notebook
7. The Last Samurai
8. The Princess Bride
9. Blood Diamond
10. Lost in Translation
Note: Films are listed in random order.
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.01.26.13:04:02@130BklynNYC
Lights On In The Distance
Crawling out of the accident
Trying to make my way
I need some help
Some assistance
Without it, I think I’ll die
There is nothing around me
My car rolled down the hill
Tossed a few times
Into the river’s edge
I’m lucky to be alive
Crawling
Pines
And fish spawning in the river
Rocks beneath me
Pebbles in my shoes
And leaves falling from the trees
A recent rain had passed
I’m crawling
I need help
Darkness is caving in
Coming in quickly
Soon will be night
And I’ll be out of day
I’m searching
For help
For some kind of lend
A hand
Some hope
I’m crawling to find my hero
Someone to rescue
Someone to heal
I’m crawling out of the accident
Up the steep hill
Away from this cold river
Away from the fish
And the rocks
Pebbles in my shoes
I’m cut
I’m bruised
I’m constricted
I’m tight
I’m light-headed
I’m dreaming
I’m parched
My tongue and lips are so dry
Chapped
I’m crawling
I’m crawling out of the accident
I see a light on in the distance
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.16.13:34:29@130BklynNYC
Leaving, Entering
One leaves
One enters
Like a revolving door
and escalators that go up and down
Like the life cycle of birth and death
and metamorphosis of caterpillar to butterfly
One leaves
One enters
Like changing seasons
and changing diapers
Changing clothes
and changing flights
One leaves
One enters
Like bubbles bursting
and snowflakes melting
Like bruises healing
and baby teeth falling out
One leaves
One enters
Like shooting stars entering the atmosphere
and day changing to night
Like the ocean’s high and low tide
and diamonds discovered among non-worthy gems
When one leaves
Another one enters
When one enters
The other has left
This is the cycle
The constant cycle of
Leaving and entering
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.14.09:10:41@130BklynNYC
Labyrinth
My heart is guarded by a labyrinth
of spirals of razor barbed wire
Moats filled with electric eels and serpents
Iron plated stonewalls one hundred feet high
Barricades made of previous heart slayer’s skeletons
My heart is guarded by a labyrinth
of poisonous snakes and molten lava pits
Defensive positions by undertakers
Burning ambers and cliffs of fire
Towering embankments of victims past
My heart is guarded by a labyrinth
of sharp stalagmites and stalactites
Ruthless scavengers of the plains
Barriers of vast parched desert
Horrid echoing screams from the tortured
My heart is guarded by a labyrinth
of armed battalion volunteers
Ballistas and mangonels abreast
Columns of aimed artillery
Thousands of murder holes
My heart is guarded by a labyrinth
of nothing that can’t be conquered
Decimated and dismantled
Destroyed and disassembled
My heart
has been seized by you
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.12.18:34:07@323NYC
List of 10: Women I thought I was in love with
1. Alice
2. Cheryl
3. Tanya
4. Jessica
5. Estella
6. Jane
7. Phoebe
8. Wendy
9. Camille
10. Allison
Note: Names have been changed to protect the identity of those mentioned
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.10.27.22:15:09@130BklynNYC
List of 10: Women I was in love with
1. Mary
2. Jude
3. Abigail
4. Tiffany
5. Joyce
6. Hillary
7. Nicole
8. Veronica
9. Gina
10. Deborah
Note: Names have been changed to protect the identity of those mentioned
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.10.27.22:14:09@130BklynNYC
The Last Voice
I put the last call in
No one answered
Penned and written
The ink well is dry
Envelope is sealed
Hidden and delivered
Hope is forgotten
Love is all I wanted
You called me
You told me not to die
You were the last voice I heard
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.03.15.16:12:47@550NYC
Like
I like your status
I like your photo
I like your link
and I like your video
I like your joke
I like your post
I like your friend
and I like your quote
I like your emoticon
I like your letters
I like your punctuation
and I like your sentences
I like your favorites
I like your list
I like your pages
and I like your likes
I like your cities
I like your countries
I like your travel
and I like your time
I like your updates
I like your comments
I like your persuasion
and I like your responses
I like your contribution
I like your talk
I like your discussion
and I like your vulnerability
I like your portrait
I like your gaze
I like your eyes
and I like you
© 2011 David Greg Harth
2011.02.02.13:29:18@550NYC
Losing
Nobody told me that I would lose my pacifier
and nobody told me that I would lose my toy car
I lost my place in line and lost my seat
I lost my papers and lost my ticket
Nobody told me that I would lose my religion
and nobody told me that I would lose my luggage
I lost my way home and lost my puzzle piece
I lost my voice and lost my mix tape
Nobody told me that I would lose my virginity
and nobody told me that I would lose my job
I lost my dog and I lost my cat
I lost my grandmother and I lost my grandfather
Nobody told me that I would lose my apartment
and nobody told me I would lose my gift
I lost my check and lost my fluid
I lost my socks and lost my way
Nobody told me that I would lose my spot reading
and nobody told that I would lose my line drawing
I lost my father and I lost my direction
I lost my thread and lost my cookies
Nobody told me that I would lose my balance
and nobody told me that I would lose my self
I lost my fear and lost my security
I lost my pride and lost my glue
Nobody told me that I would lose my memory
and nobody told me that I would lose my dream
I lost my competition and lost my judgment
I lost my entry and lost my degree
Nobody told me that I would lose my fight
and nobody told me that I would lose my teeth
I lost my invitation and lost my sensation
I lost my position and lost my inspiration
Nobody told me that I would lose my eyesight
and nobody told me that I would lose my hearing
I lost my hope and lost my tears
I lost my drive and lost my time
Nobody told me that I would lose you
and when I lost you,
I lost my heart.
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.01.07.13:00:03@550MadisonNYC
Lost In On And On
Soldiers marching forward
Across the battlefield
A monopoly of mines plague these hills
Shoes soaked from a yearlong sweat
Still, we march on
Dark clouds roll in
A thunder cracks and divides sky from ground
The rumble of drums shamble in the distance
Without warning
I’ve become a martyr without asking
Lost
I carry on
© 2010 David Greg Harth
10.12.20.15:57:50@550MadisonNYC
Lost You
It’s been several years since we last spoke.
I remember that night vividly.
A phone call earlier, a knock at the door later.
I remember losing you.
I remember each day,
what life is like without you in it.
You are long gone, with an earlier departure.
At times I feel like I can’t function.
Sometimes I have a hard time breathing.
Often things that came naturally to me,
no longer do.
I find it hard to focus and concentrate.
I miss you so much.
I don’t know what to say.
But when I hear your voice,
in my head,
I can’t help but cry myself to sleep,
alone,
without you.
© 2010 David Greg Harth
10.02.14.23:32:34@130BklynNYC
The Last Hour
His clock strikes one last hour
Holding his warm hand
I cry like I’ve never cried before
He doesn’t hear me
He doesn’t see me
No vital support
No vibrant life
His last hour has arrived
© 2009 David Greg Harth