Winter Approaches (Version #2)
Each passing season
I attempt to recall
The last time I was in love
It’s been so many months
And years
Since that time
I was in love
With you
But now I’m damaged
And forever broken
Because once you love the one and only
And she disappears from you
And she leaves you
Not for another
Not with fear of being loved
Not because she fell out of love
But because she no longer wanted to live
But because she departed so young
But because with a leap
A chord
A truth
Desire I couldn’t prevent
Everything I knew turned dark
Grey
Morbid
Black
That day
You were my love
And you ended love for me
When you decided your life
Was no longer viable
© 2015 David Greg Harth
15.12.01.10:29:59@200VeseyNYC
Windows
I take my wife’s knife
The one she stashed below the mattress
Beneath the bed frame was my baseball bat
Both were there just in case we had intruders in the house
My wife wasn’t home
My kids were at school
I didn’t tell my wife that two weeks ago I was laid off from my job
I’ve battled depression for decades
It got worse as the years went on
My marriage was falling apart
My kids hated me
Alone in the house I took my wife’s knife
I made clear and concise cuts
From my wrist downwards toward my cubital fossa
With clear and concise cuts
© 2015 David Greg Harth
15.02.08.18:02:00@NYC
Wasn’t Told
I didn’t get the telegram
And after the last look I gave
When I was on top of the hill
About to go over
And never return
I caught your last glance
But it was too late
Buried in a box
My fate is sealed
Along with everything
That was me
To you
Because I loved you
But you loved me too late
Now
I am dead
I am dead
© 2014 David Greg Harth
14.10.27.21:45:03@130BklynNYC
Walking
The further I breach the border of sanity
The closer I reach the destructive addiction
The closer I become addicted
The higher the chances of full blown insanity
The higher the insanity the greater the chance I become a statistic
The chance of me becoming a statistic is within seven minutes
© 2014 David Greg Harth
14.02.25.16:17:36@323NYC
We Wake, We Sleep, We Say
Songs of the morning starlings greet us
Silently the tangerine beams of sunshine awake us
Its light bends around us and keeps us aglow
From the open window a slight breeze tickles the sheer ivory curtains
Making them dance and cast shadows upon our still selves
The scent of jasmine and lilac fills the air
Cherry blossoms sail pass the sill
With my head still calmly against your bosom
I wake next to you
My love that keeps me alive
And keeps me awake
We carry on with our day
Knowing that you walk upon the same earth as I
Life is abundant with small enriching atonements
Time eludes us quickly without warning
Evening reveals itself in its common routine
As the night stars gaze upon us in jealous awe
We say our goodnights
So we may sleep once more
My kiss to you was my very last
For come next dawn
Wake I shall not
I have released you from my grip of affection
And I have escaped from this prison
Into the waters of the state’s divide
© 2013 David Greg Harth
13.05.05.19:25:27@323NYC
Women of Sierra Leone
Like clusters of sugary cereals on statuesque aisles
Cocoa Puffs, Cap'n Crunch, and Lucky Charms in high piles
Between surrounding swordsmen from other conquering tribes
Searching for the mate who will become our brides
She'll judge our faithful eyes and loving courage
As we break free of our prison and bondage
She'll be our bona fide canon and lover of truth
Escape our sweetest tooth and honest youth
She'll be our milk and our honey forever
Interlace us and challenge us with the foremost endeavor
Our greatest ambition is to achieve such grace
And have her hand in such a place
To have that hand she must give all
Before he puts up the monumental wall
© 2011 David Greg Harth
2011.11.14.13:37:00@130BklynNYC
Winter Approaches
I feel this cold stillness
I put on my over coat
Over my shirt and over my sweater
I wrap my neck in a scarf
And I put my knitted hat on my head
Winter approaches
What have I accomplished?
But only another year
Of not killing myself
I suppose a rejoice should be had
For that in itself
May be considered
The greatest accomplishment of all
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.06.30.01:13:18@130BklynNYC
When Snow Falls, Clouds Speak
Snow cascades down upon me
Covering my head
Surrounding me toe to knee
In a blanket of white
My wandering mind wonders
Everything seemed so right
The clouds speak to me
Reminders of you
In everything I do and see
I’ll lean way back to kiss the sky
With an arch to heaven
I confess my heart does not lie
My heart says take me
It shouts louder than the cloud’s reach
Stretches further than the vast sea
Beneath these clouds I put my ear
I listen to your untold stories
Your secret whispers are what I hear
Falling frozen crystals bind to me
Each snowflake is encrypted with the same message
They each say you have the key
These speaking clouds gently drift by
I remember the sensational touch of your soft skin
And the delicate twinkle in your eye
Notes fall from the sky for me
Revelations of sweetness and desire
Tales of love and tranquility
In the snowy night I hear your voice
Each passing cloud brings time closer
In the future I know we shall rejoice
This snow around me is waist deep
Collect your dreams at night
Alongside you I wish to sleep
Clouds of yesterday talk to me
Thinking of you each moment I’m alive
Next time I will forever kiss thee
Today and tomorrow, you are missing
From this snowy earth to this cloudy stratosphere
It is you I miss kissing
When the time is right for you and me
Nothing can deny these meeting souls
Everlasting love is what I foresee
So, with a breath of fresh air
Clouds have spoken and snow has fallen
I am your mate and I am your hare
I bid you farewell to you from me
Silently I depart with awakening storms
Know that my heart is yours entirely
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.01.15.03:30:23@130BklynNYC
Water Solutions
Too slippery too salty too clear too milky too dark.
Too wet too smooth too hard too bitter too sweet.
Too chemically too thin too fat too cold too hot.
Too airy too thick too green too blue too metal.
Too old too new too silky too grainy too rough.
Too filled too empty too broad too wide too hidden.
Too deep too shallow too yellow too hollow too tainted.
Too fast too slow too much too fluid too damp.
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.01.05.16:37:39@550MadisonNYC
What Must Be Done
Demanded from yesterday
An old oak tree wilts atop the hill
Cold winter came upon us
Set forth this bone chill
Decapitated crow scowls
Thin ice cracks below feet
Dead leaves scatter in the wind
Soulless about to defeat
Distant church bells chime
An echo of sadness sweeps across frozen land
Funeral procession marches
Boat across Styx isn’t even manned
Desolate unknown graves blanket us
Alienated from mother’s womb
Hollow wooden coffins contain us
Vacant heart is sealed in a tomb
Damaged bricks form a facade
Footsteps in mud lead nowhere
Failing to see the door ajar
Plummeting into a spiral of despair
Dangerous falling of fate
Home now; empty of life
Sparse and silent of rhythm
Bled from head to toe with knife
Descent into depths of loneliness
Burned by a beloved’s deception
Nailed by foot, nailed by wrist
Born of immaculate conception
Damned wings are delicate
Ground caught daily tears
Soaked earth flourished
New trees sprout for years
© David Greg Harth
2010.12.17.09:42:10@550MadisonNYC
Waiting (Version #3)
I’m sitting next to you
At your bedside
In this sterile room
Of a Bronx hospital
Your reasons are gone
And your spirit has departed
Your hand is still warm
Your mouth, still damp
You don’t know that I am here
You cannot feel my touch
Hear my voice
Or see my soul
Together we are just waiting
Waiting for you to die
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.12.02.11:14:00@Greenwall2545UnivBronxNYC
Went, Wept
Monthly moon
Eighth day past rest
Barricaded heart
Barracuda battle
Long, lost, here
Tomorrow, lost, gone
Best known thief
Inks her signature mark
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.28.12:45:00@FLTSA612
Wyeth’s
For a moment,
You are my world
Your rose lips meeting mine
Your blues capturing mine
Your scent swallowing me whole
Your hands touching mine
Your hair draped over my shoulder
Your legs crossing mine
No creature can compare
No monarch butterfly, no speckled humming bird
No sunlight or glowing moon
No ocean wave, no afternoon breeze
I see the beauty in your heart
And I must confess
Before statues of angels
Before witnesses of reverence
I am eager to know more
It is my deepest truth
My amorous intent
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.13.15:45:16@130Brooklyn
Where Is The Beer? The Beer Is On The Shoe.
Wine spills
Guinness follows
She bends
I witness her cleavage
Her smile and pierced chin
Shoes wet
Table chips
Fisherman sits
Walking by
Stumble beneath
Second round
Euros spent
No hires meant
Stocking stuffer
Purple melting
Mind loss
Your host lost
Secret stealth
Twice occupied
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.12.12:47:00@FCORome
Where Is Argentina?
I’m positive
Between your well-worn shoes
Cobble stone streets
Armor guarded chapels
Broken stains
I’m a descendent
Waking up to your
Holy neons and pointing nuns
Priests dub a new track
They close the shutters
She passes by in multiples
Together bare
In every hue and shade
Youthful fountains everywhere
Straddle your motor
Midnight speed
Frozen, I kiss the city
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.10.18:57:00@PantheonRome
What Good Is Light For?
I need the dampness
I need the cream
I need her orange scarf
I need his dream
No flying darkness
No shining light
No wedding bed
No rocky bite
I need the prowling
I need the steak/stake
I need her skin
I need his passing ache
No Greek goddess
No night lullaby
No fee reason
No blood dye
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.07.11:30:00@BerlinMunichFLT#234
Waking Up
On a different day
The sun sets upon the morning dew
The moon is twelve hours away
Loneliness is your best friend
You hold her warm hand again
Locked eyes penetrate within
It is the heart that lies
The direction that spoils
You are flooded
The moon now rises
In this short day
When the west moved east
The sails took an end
Tomorrow is no more
Apologies in hollow scared places
Petrified in salt
You exist once more
Like before
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.10.02:04:08@296NYC
The Wet Nurse
When I was younger,
I was in the hospital for an incurable disease.
Since then, my disease has been cured.
I have a story to tell,
About that time when I was in the hospital
For months and months.
I would eat that dirty rotten hospital food,
Every day, each day, Sunday through Saturday.
I’d eat it and often deliver it later, up my throat.
But that isn’t the story part that you are waiting for.
You are waiting for the point,
That I tell you about the wet nurse.
I was unable to cleanse myself,
I was a dirty rotten bastard,
Just like the food I ate.
So, If I’m dirty every day.
Rotten every day.
Then I need a cleaning every day.
This is my story,
About the time I was in the hospital
For months and months with an incurable disease.
Each day a nurse would wash me.
She’d cleanse me, she’d bathe me.
She made sure I was clean.
The nurse was beautiful, in her classic white attire.
Bending me gently up in bed,
Taking a sponge to my dirty rotten skin.
Every day she did this,
For months and months in the hospital.
Every day so very kind.
My story doesn’t end, there is one last thing, I have to admit.
I was hard, like my nurse was wet.
Nothing ever did happen, except that I’ve been cured.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.31.11:20:11@599BwayNYC
Wind Chaser
Ocean blue eyes
I once only knew
Now I experience
Evening shade, morning light
She came to me in a dream
Like my ancestor’s heritage
She came to me down the rolling path
Bandaged my wounded heart
Tree roots
Keeps me grounded
Her river flows
Keeps me flooded
Her hair like golden sun
Traced upon my silver armor
I dance around her footprints
Sunken deeply,
Her soft body, a pillow’s ultimate envy
She keeps my every day existence at bay
Makes my heart tick,
Never skipping a skipped beat
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.20.18:06:00@296NYC