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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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