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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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Repeat Silence

I.

I stepped off the westward train

At a station unknown

Walked north into my silent retreat

Among velvet dirt roads

Nothing in front of me

Everything behind me

This is what love does

When we were together

I begged you to open up to me

We fought

We loved

We were stuck in a pattern on repeat

Pattern on repeat

You left me

Yet your parents blamed me solely

My parents stateless

Children in wonderment

Was it I at fault?

Been blamed –

Take responsibility

The serpent visited your dreams before I arrived

Took you on the darkest passage

Nothing saved, nothing learned

II.

Mourning comes and goes

The echo of your voice never leaves

Let’s see where these dirt roads lead me

I’m walking to the arches you’ve always wanted to see

Nothing in front of me

Everything behind me

This is what love does

I once drowned in my sorrow

Judged no more

Bound by no one

My footprints unseen

III.

People sometime wonder why I don’t own a tuxedo

I find it hard to explain

Yet,

Your dress, and my tuxedo still hang together in the garment bag

We were to go away that weekend

Attend your best friend’s wedding

But we never made it – did we?

Pattern on repeat

An unforgivable leap

Nothing in front of me

Everything behind me

This is what love does

Oh, so deep

Pattern on repeat

© 2016 David Greg Harth 

16.05.24.10:17:44@200VeseyNYC

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Roberta Smith Puts Crumbs In Her Pocket

I get on the subway at Union Square

Riding North on the N train

I see Roberta just sitting there

 

She is sitting quite near

I’m standing right next to her red auburn hair

Not to be compared to a Vermeer

 

What do I say and what do I do?

She signed my bible but doesn’t know my name

Do I ask her for a review?

 

Do I ask her to take a photo booth portrait with me?

Or invite her out for a burger?

Maybe I should just make one plea

 

 

You see-

 

I’ve been on this crazy diet recently

I’ve been doing well, lost 25 pounds

No cookies, no muffins, no cupcakes, no brownies

Because I stopped making the sweet rounds

 

But you see

I see this famous art critic on the train

And all I really wanted to ask her for was a bite

If only my tongue could have just one grain

 

From where I was standing

It looked as if Roberta was enjoying

A Nature Valley 100% Natural Oats ‘n Dark Chocolate Crunchy Granola Bar

I didn’t ask for a nibble, for fear of being insanely annoying

 

After she devoured that granola bar

Crumbs descended upon her transparent yellow folder which contained a possible critique

She neatly wiped the crumbs into her cupped hand

And placed the crumbs in her pocket in one smooth streak

 

I respected Roberta before

But now even more

For she doesn’t leave her crumbs

On the subway floor!

 

 

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.12.02.16:00:00@NTrainUnionSqToTimesSqNYC

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Rebecca Brice

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

So many years

And more

Her hair was long

We were on the beach

Sand in our toes

We were just kids

With the gulf at our feet

Some friends in-between come and go

But she stayed

And I stayed

Now both above the

Mason-Dixon line

Both searching

For the love not yet discovered

It’s what makes us

Cry like the violins of the philharmonic

Not seen enough

But nestled deep within

And never forgotten

 

 

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.09.29.12:12:03@130BklynNYC

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Robot Whore

Robot Whore

Sucking on my thick cock

Always going back for more

Never beating the clock

 

Robot Whore

I command her to sit and stay

Her clothes I ripped and tore

Without hesitation she did obey

 

Robot Whore

Sink your throat down on me

Kneel and drop to the floor

Become my sin and my escapee

 

Robot Whore

Swallowing every last drop

Over and over, she is so sore

She gushes when she’s on top

 

Robot Whore

Bite marks covering her bare skins

Doing her sloppy to ignore

Big tits forming gigantic twins

 

Robot Whore

Sinking teeth into flesh

Conflicting emotions at war

Slap her face for being fresh

 

Robot Whore

She’s compliant and she begs

With rough fucking we hardcore

The slut has no eggs

 

Robot Whore

Fishnet stockings on her thighs

I fucked, I cursed, I swore

Bulging cock in disguise

 

Robot Whore

Making me shoot a creamy cum

When I explode, I let out a roar

Multiple convulsions with a hum

 

Robot Whore

Only a fat thick cock incredibly hard

Missing the she I so greatly adore

Memories of you, I now discard

 

 

 

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.01.27.24:44:56@130BklynNYC

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Reluctant Heart

I.

 

Bellowing deep below the earth’s crust

Carnivores and whores

Of all nations, creed and blood

 

They form in lines

So far as the fifth eye can see

Lining up, center straight

 

With teeth that scrape side’s post

They scratch, they etch

Leave their name, leave their mark

 

Private sales, one week at a time

Entering the common man’s lift

To be hidden in cloaks of emperor’s past

 

Institution’s possession

Difference only by technique and wealth

Each labeled in a jar on a shelf

 

 

II.

 

Be forth

Forbidden path, road unlike the former trinity

Passage of light now seen by known

 

On the length of moon’s night

A sparrow’s song silenced

Thorns removed from their keeper’s position

 

Even thy enemies venerate her

Revealing innocent vulnerability

All mend their exhausted time frames

 

Exchanged in torridness

Captured at dawn’s rise

Now fertile with unexpected seed

 

Embark on your odyssey

Take the howling winds ahead

Question nothing but the sea’s roar

 

 

III.

 

Voyage hesitant of momentum

Calming calls abandoned, echoed against walls

Secrets confessed in the widow’s room

 

Opening to the great abyss

Void now filled with pillars of salt

Stolen and still

 

Sinking to the bottom, the deep

Voiceless creatures howl

All is quiet, vacant and unheard

 

Uncertain of compass’ direction

Opposing outcome destined

Confined to one’s vault of desolation

 

Witness deceased aging with disease

Not a fatal thrust of a stone dagger can please

Enduring a grand death, brought to thy knees

 

 

 

 

© 2009 David Greg Harth

09.08.01.14:15:09@130BklynNYC

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Robots

Go out turn left.

Second Robot turn Right. Street name

Lynedoch (R310) Go straight till you get

another Robot at that Robot turn right.

Spier will be on your right-an-sight.

 

© 2009 David Greg Harth

09.05.11.14:50:04@130BklynNYC

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The Romance In Suicide (Version #2)

Something must be said

About the wonderful calm feeling you must have

About the sensation you feel deep within

About the goose bumps that engulf your body’s surface

 

Something must be said

About the comfort you feel

About the off switch finally shut one last time

About the plug being pulled forever

 

Something must be said

About the last poetic moment of life

About the last breath taken

About the last word whispered

 

Something must be said

About the last sight witnessed

About the last salty tear tasted

About the last scent carried through

 

Something must be said

About the last reflection seen

About the last contemplated decision

About the last recalled memory

 

Something must be said

Nothing said; Nothing done

Something done; Nothing said

Something must be said

 

 

© 2009 David Greg Harth

09.01.05.24:17:04@130BklynNYC

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The Romance In Suicide

Something must be said

About the wonderful calm feeling you must have

About the sensation you feel deep within

About the goose bumps that engulf your body’s surface

 

Something must be said

About the comfort you feel

About the off switch finally shut one last time

About the plug being pulled forever

 

Something must be said

About the last poetic moment of life

About the last breath taken

About the last word whispered

 

Something must be said

About the last sight witnessed

About the last salty tear tasted

About the last scent carried through

 

Something must be said

About the last reflection seen

About the last contemplated decision

About the last recalled memory

 

Something must be said

Before you twist the rope around your neck

Before you dive into the cold waters of the bay

Before you pull the revolver’s trigger

 

Something must be said

Nothing said; Nothing done

Something done; Nothing said

Something must be said

 

 

© 2009 David Greg Harth

09.01.05.24:14:33@130BklynNYC

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The Reason I Cry

I cry because of my long wait

My amazement

I am witness

I am history

 

Never in my life

Have I seen such a dedication

A choice

A divide

 

No wait is too painful

No wait has been so memorable

 

A small sacrifice

For a worldly change

 

Warm weather awaits your decision

Your right

Your duty

 

I cry because

We turned out

We unite

We vote

 

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.11.04.11:07:00@PS92BrooklynNYC - Election Day USA

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Remember As He Did

I’ll ask you all once

And only once

Remember the first moment

And put the last moment

Far away

 

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.02.07.13:01:33@599NYC

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Removing

I breathed heavily

And she went to heaven

I saw blacks and whites

Or, you might even say

Blacks and Crackers

Mingling at the back of the bus

Smoking junk

Hitting up junk

Consuming junk

They performed

Exorcisms and ballets

Carefully calculated choreographies

Like moths traveling around a flame

Like bees bringing pollen back to make honey

Sticky

And sweet

The bear in the book

Brings back memories untold

So, this is my story

And my story is wed

Controlled

Cemented

Catapulted

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.04.28.09:20:54@296NYC

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Rosa Parks

Oh dear dear Rosa,

Break these chains

And break free from those that bound you.

 

Oh dear dear Rosa,

Break free from yourself

Become the great Rosa you are

Leave Detroit behind you

 

Oh dear dear Rosa,

Become my angel

Free like the white dove you are

Get to the front of the bus

Kiss me so sweet

 

Oh dear dear Rosa,

See the reflection in the glass

Be who you are and sing out loud

Put shyness to the wind

And quit hiding beneath the table,

Get on the bus

 

Oh dear dear Rosa,

Break free from the chains

Put your blindness aside

Let the hurricane gust

Blow through your hair

 

Oh dear dear Rosa,

Discovery of choice is but yours

Detroit is dead

You are mine

And I am yours.

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.20.15:10:26@205HudsonNYC

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Running Without You

I’m running through these fields of golden wheat

Following the path of my fire so sweet

 

Past the cottonwoods and the music of meadowlarks

My heart speaks to me and tells me to follow the sparks

 

Insides ache with emptiness, we grieve

Together, our stories have only begun to weave

 

 

 

I’m running past the descent of the sun

There is only you, the destination of my run

 

Depart your harbor and hoist up the sail

I’ll run around this earth and send you air mail

 

Catch the winds that lead you to my heart

It’s impossible for our love to depart

 

 

 

I’m running beneath the sea

Searching for the perfect place for you and me

 

Our threads of passion have intertwined

No longer is our love hidden and blind

 

Let your dreams incubate with mine

Love like this is only once, so divine

 

 

 

I’m running towards you with my key

Unlock yourself before our December jubilee

 

My tumbled scar is healed, removed the suture

Repair my heart, so let us share our future

 

Our balcony on the Mediterranean will wait

Accompany me into love’s gate

 

 

 

I’m running without you today

I know once you are in, long you will stay

 

Giving up is not an option for the two

The life we live is not quite through

 

Bid farewell to that port

It is I who will be your aisle escort

 

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.11.06.22:37:36@296NYC

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Remembering

And on the last day

All had gathered

Trying to remember him

Attempting to contemplate

Not one could come up with reasons

They did not understand his decision to do what he had done

But only one

Had loved

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.07.12:24:32:56@296NYC

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River Rock

As you eat your donuts,

And you sip your tea,

I can’t help but think,

If you’d be suckin’ on me.

 

As you study your lines,

And you think of photography,

I can’t help but think,

If we’d make our own choreography.

 

As you wash your hair,

And you think of the sky,

I can’t help but think,

If I’d go down on your thigh.

 

As you wet yourself with soap,

And you clean your soul,

I can’t help but think,

If you let me go on and cajole.

 

As you bend forwards,

And you deliver your rump,

I can’t help but think,

If in the night we went thump.

 

As you sing your song

And I put you in a gag,

I can’t help but think

If we went for a shag.

 

As you moan your words,

And hear the twinkle of a flute,

I am the Eden,

And you are my fruit.

 

That is my tale,

A Friday morning,

I am here,

and you are there,

I am a rock,

and you,

a river.

 

 

© 2005 David Greg Harth

05.06.24.10:22:41@NYC

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Ramblings of a Constant Search

It’s hard to put to words.

But all around me I see love.

I see my friends in love.

My sister in love with her husband.

With two children,

My nephew and niece who I adore so much.

 

My father remarried in love.

My mother remarried in love.

My grandfather remarried in love.

My grandparents in love for decades upon decades.

 

All around I witness love,

Yet I cry every day.

I’ve said it before,

It’s hard to put to words.

To illustrate how much I ache.

 

My friends are in love.

Some are involved.

Some engaged.

Some married.

Some pregnant.

Some parents.

 

But I cry every day.

I listen to sad music.

I have tears that roll.

Constantly.

They never stop.

 

Because I am a man.

A man dying of a broken heart.

Because I am a man.

A man who wishes to be in love.

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.10.07.23:31:52@296NYC

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Return

I am returning to winter.

Autumn is here.

It’s out time.

Walk hand in hand.

I love you so much.

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.09.18.22:07:00@296NYC

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Realization of a Serpent

Serpent in

and serpent out.

My thickness will see,

what it’s about.

 

Passes over

and passes under.

My drive will find,

the cement to bind.

 

Lookers looking

and waiters waiting.

My shadow unexpected,

yesterday least connected.

 

The trades go out

and protection is slipped.

My angel wings are ready for flying,

it is certain that I am tired of buying.

 

Celebration days come

and tree gatherings go.

My what an incorrect lie,

when I say I am going to die.

 

Grave diggers dig

and mourners come.

She is here not,

as they grant my last plot.

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.02.12.22:32@LIRRNYC->StnyBrkLI

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Rocket Spine

It’s like a rocket through the spine.

It burns up your entire back.

Striking immediately.

Lightning fast.

You weren’t even aware.

You were just sleeping.

You were only waiting or looking or searching.

Then, BANG!

It’s like a rocket through the spine.

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.01.27.03:37:38@296NYC

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