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I swallowed my tongue for you

I love you so very much.

My love is so powerful for you.

So very intense.

 

I couldn’t help myself

but begin to chew on my tongue

Putting my tongue side to side

In between my teeth

Chomping and biting down on it

Tasting the warm blood swoosh around my mouth

Chewing it and thinking of you at the same time.

Thinking about how much I love you.

 

My meaty tongue

Bitten over and over with my powerful jaw

And bony teeth

Puncturing it and pulling it apart.

Tearing it from the tendons that hold it secure in my mouth

The blood dribbling from my lips

I feel the blood dripping down my throat

Coating it with a lovely warmth

 

Finally, no longer,

I love you so much,

I swallow my tongue

And devour its every taste bud.

I love you.

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.10.28.15:54:52 @ 1515 NYC

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I’ve seen you

I’ve seen you brush your hair

I’ve seen you turn the corner around the city block

I’ve seen you get a manicure on your toe nails

I’ve seen you in line to get bakery cookies

I’ve seen you on the subway car

I’ve seen you pass me in the hall

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.10.27.23:55@296NYC

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I’ve Failed

You asked me to love you,

and I could not

You asked me to provide

and I could not

 

I have failed.

 

I tried my best,

but I was unable to deliver

 

I couldn’t get myself out of this trap of loneliness and pit of sorrow

I deeply apologize

 

I’ve failed.

 

 

© David Greg Harth 2002

02.07.09.10:30:39@1515NYC

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I Could Only

If I could only be with one person

just one person

in this entire world

From Scotland to India

From Argentina to The United States

From Germany to Cuba

 

If I could only be with just one person

That one person would be you

And only you

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.05.29.16:20:07@1515nyc

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Intimate Monthly Gathering (Version #1)

I invite you all over to my home

for breakfast and tea

just after sundown

we’ll sit around the fire

and have our standard intimate monthly gathering

if you know what I mean, if you know what I mean.

 

We’ll have a field day among ourselves

Conduct traditional heat

Let our bodies ride the train

And become fluent in languages unspoken

 

Wake up friends

It’s time to come home

Come for my Intimate Monthly Gathering

I won’t let you leave without a loving hug

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.05.28.17:14:36@1515NYC

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I Cry

Because you have won

You are a winner

 

All I can do is lose

And I have lost

 

I cry because I can’t dance

I watch you sway back and forth

But my legs won’t move, wont step

 

Because you are a winner

Magnificent

 

I am restrained to this bed

Broken glass in your footsteps

 

You can’t walk to me

Beneath this radiating iridescent light

Above Eleven stories, so many untold

Bullet wounds forgotten

 

I’m not allowed to pray to God here

Just count the tiles

And forget the Love

Wish I was in,

Wish I was in

 

You are a great winner, remember that?

The January Spring air

The January Honey dip

 

Directions given

Didn’t take a drink

Thought you might hide the pills

Punch you in the face

 

Now all left behind

Nothing is hidden

Come see me now

See what I’m made of

And I’ll show you the actions of love

The visuals of love

The feelings of love

But, you’ll never quote me...

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.01.15:15:00:00@296NYC

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I Didn’t Promise God Anything

I didn’t make any promises

I didn’t even give you my word

Or set up crosses

I didn’t promise god shit

 

He promised me the world

Riches and gold and glorious inspiration

He promised me love

Beautiful women, sea grass and hills filled with flowers and peace

He promised me life

Long lasting, never ill, and forever solid full of health

 

I Didn’t Promise God Anything

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.10.15.20:06:03@NYC

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Interrupted Continuum Better Environment, made Broadcast

Haven’t talked to you in a while.

The storm has passed

I couldn’t find my way around the walls.

The darkness shadowed my beliefs, it was the night’s thief

 

Haven’t seen you in a while.

Saw you upstairs, behind the bedroom light

Asked you to pass the salt,

 you wouldn’t

Asked you to pass the pepper,

 you wouldn’t

 

Haven’t talked to you in a while.

Felt your ear against mine, but haven’t heard your voice

Felt your eyes look at my insides, but I’m already blind

Felt your hands on my heart, but haven’t bled enough

Felt your soul in my soul, but I don’t even know your name

 

Haven’t had peace in a while.

Found it yesterday

She introduced herself

She had the most amazing name

A crucial name, a beautiful, unusual name.

A name I’ve never heard of, a name so intense it’s hard to comprehend.

A name that only horns and organs of love can play.

A name that only children dream of.

A name that encompasses the world.

A name that is so powerful, it makes me cry.

 

Her name was Zero.

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.10.05.03:48:00@296NYC

WIDCDKWIDNWKWBTILMMTEAE

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Indigo

Indigo by the ninth sea

Room lit by TV

 

Your hair shown in a glare

Leaning over the wooden bar

 

Reflections cast on window panes

A mixture of London and African decent

 

Hidden secrets and oceans arriving

Don’t know what to say, but Monday away

 

Indigo in my mind

Blue all over the streets

 

Indigo I denied tonight

Blue under the sheets

 

Indigo poured rain

Blue inside a tear

 

Indigo blew a fire

Blue my great fear

 

 

See you at the sea,

Indigo.

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.09.11.03:18:21@296NYC

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I Don’t Give A Shit, But You Send It To Me Anyway

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© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.08.10.12:09:15 @ 1515 NYC

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I Haven’t Given Up (Version #2)

I haven’t lifted the gun

 

I haven’t lifted the drink

 

I haven’t lifted the razor

 

I haven’t lifted the cord

 

I haven’t lifted the drill

 

I haven’t lifted the knife

 

I haven’t lifted the rope

 

I haven’t lifted the drugs

 

I haven’t lifted the belt

 

I haven’t lifted the hammer

 

I haven’t lifted the fire

 

I haven’t lifted the blade

 

I haven’t lifted the can

 

I haven’t lifted the needle

 

I haven’t lifted the phone

 

 

But I will lift up this boulder,

this rock

and drag you out

from beneath this weight

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.26.22:44:52@296 NYC

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I Haven’t Given Up

I haven’t lifted the gun

 

I haven’t lifted the drink

 

I haven’t lifted the razor

 

I haven’t lifted the cord

 

I haven’t lifted the drill

 

I haven’t lifted the knife

 

I haven’t lifted the rope

 

I haven’t lifted the drugs

 

I haven’t lifted the belt

 

I haven’t lifted the hammer

 

I haven’t lifted the fire

 

I haven’t lifted the blade

 

I haven’t lifted the can

 

I haven’t lifted the needle

 

I haven’t lifted the phone

 

 

But I will try to lift up this boulder,

this rock

and drag you out

from beneath this weight

 

this weight that traps you

holds you down

and bores you...

 

 

1: But I will try to lift up this boulder,

2: But I will lift up this boulder,

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.26.22:42:52@296 NYC

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I Have A Gun

I have a gun

I’m going to shoot you

Shoot you up

Fuck you up

Shove it in

And shoot you down

 

I have a gun

I’ll make it memorable

I’ll make the news

And the newspaper headlines

 

I have a gun

I’ll be famous

I’ll be history

And the television will broadcast my portrait

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.09.07.01:09:07 @ 296 NYC

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I’ve Had Enough

I’m bored with today

 

I’ve had enough of passion and pain

I’ve had enough of guilt and grief

I’ve had enough of accessories

I’ve had enough of popularity contests

 

I’m longing for the future

 

I’ve had enough of building

I’ve had enough of unknown diseases

I’ve had enough of examination tables

I’ve had enough of your eyes and throat

 

I’m longing for October

 

I’ve had enough of summer

I’ve had enough of waitress looks

I’ve had enough of four-lane highways

I’ve had enough of cellular communication devices

 

I’m longing for stroke treatment

 

I’ve had enough of making purchases

I’ve had enough of copyrighting material

I’ve had enough of posing for the testing

I’ve had enough of losing the battle of the self

 

I’m longing for the gift

 

I’ve had enough of incomplete songs

I’ve had enough of wishing for dreams

I’ve had enough of fast food chains

I’ve had enough of tour accommodations

 

I’m longing for something new

 

I’ve had enough of fighting

I’ve had enough of believing in all

I’ve had enough of microwave ovens

I’ve had enough of elevator shaft re-runs

 

I’m longing for the cry on my shoulder

 

I’ve had enough of people wasting their life

I’ve had enough of death defeating popstars

I’ve had enough of victims and taxes

I’ve had enough of mothers close to the art

 

I’m longing for survival

 

I’ve had enough of canned vegetables

I’ve had enough of sitar instruments in my head

I’ve had enough of white knobs of undergarments

I’ve had enough of dot memories and black bananas

 

I’m longing for a dozen

 

I’ve had enough of money stories

I’ve had enough of fire promises

I’ve had enough of dead cooking

I’ve had enough of feeling evil

 

I’m longing for you

 

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.06.22.12:32:33 @ 296 NYC

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I Don’t Know (Version #2)

I didn’t know what to do

I was afraid of where I was heading

I couldn’t recall my name

 

I didn’t know how she felt

I was unaware of the possible outcomes

I couldn’t think straight in this state

 

I didn’t know about the past

I was blind to the truth

I couldn’t pretend anymore

 

I didn’t know my own history

I was in an unfamiliar deepness

I couldn’t see the light

 

I didn’t know how to react

I was covered in my own cause

I couldn’t recover from my illness

 

I didn’t know where to turn

I was in trouble with my one and only law

I couldn’t come around and share

 

I didn’t know who I was

I was wishing too hard when the dream collapsed

I couldn’t build myself to recognition

 

So, in the world alone

In the world that not one person on earth can even imagine

or know about

or even begin to ponder

I hung myself

I jumped in front of the train

I cut my wrists

and became your memory

 

 

 

 

Are you sad?

Or

Are you happy?

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I Don’t Know

I didn’t know what to do

I was afraid of where I was heading

I couldn’t recall my name

 

I didn’t know how she felt

I was unaware of the possible outcomes

I couldn’t think straight in this state

 

I didn’t know about the past

I was blind to the truth

I couldn’t pretend anymore

 

I didn’t know my own history

I was in an unfamiliar deepness

I couldn’t see the light

 

I didn’t know how to react

I was covered in my own cause

I couldn’t recover from my illness

 

I didn’t know where to turn

I was in trouble with my one and only law

I couldn’t come around and share

 

I didn’t know who I was

I was wishing too hard when the dream collapsed

I couldn’t build myself to recognition

 

So, in the world alone

In the world that not one person on earth can even imagine

or know about

or even begin to ponder

I hung myself

I jumped in front of the train

I cut my wrists

and became your memory

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.03.01.02:13:30@296NYC

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I’m Broken (Version #2)

Broken

Crushed

Left alone in the morning hour

In the old wet rain

 

No embrace

Or soft touch

Alone with a bad taste in my mouth

As I shake my head and squint

 

Broken

Defeated

Empty without a heart

No longer full of desire, more ache

 

Captivated by her smile

Her wonderful kindness

And beautiful brown eyes

I’ll never share

 

Broken

Stranded

I have a full bed to myself now

Nothing close, nothing to care for

 

Remembering her scent

Getting wrapped up in it all

All I can do is twist and turn

And rub the lasting one on

 

Broken

Lost

Not knowing what to do

I should run, escape

Close up shop

Pour my tears

And lock the doors

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.02.12.10:16:00@AVA

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