David Harth 2000-02-08 David Harth 2000-02-08

I’m Broken

I’m broken

I’m defeated

I’m lost

I’m in the negative dust now

Surrounded by cold darkness

In the ache of a larger heart

I can’t save myself

Can’t perform

Can’t climb out

Or dig out of the grave

I’m broken

I’m defeated

I’m lost

This is just a dream

A big wet dotted grid

A battle of redness

I’m swollen now

Cracked

Hit

Smacked

I’m on the railroad

I’m hitchhiking across the U.S.A.

I’m nobody

I’m nothing

I’m broken

I’m defeated

I’m lost

My eyes blink

My arms move

My knees give in

And lose my balance and fall

Should I stay or go?

Maybe I’ll just become a fool

Time after time

Hurt

Outreached hand

Bloody palm

From aching heart

And tears of hope

I’m broken

I’m defeated

I’m lost

I’m limp

I’m numb

I’m crying alone

I’m dirt

I’m disgusted

I’m wasted

I’m drunk

I’m a doormat

I’m shattered

I’m smoking now

I’m a disease

I’m a singer of tears

I’m walking in circles

I’m a circular saw blade

I’m burnt into ashes

Thinking hurting

Challenged

Given up

Controlled

Poured

Should have remained silent

I’m broken

I’m defeated

I’m lost

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David Harth 2000-02-03 David Harth 2000-02-03

If You Let Me In

Your lips

Penetrated my armor suit

What am I to do?

If you let me in

I remain silent

Wishing

Not knowing

My guard falls down

I’ve been strong for years

Solid with concrete walls

Huge doors and locks

Your lips

Penetrated my armor suit

What am I to do?

If you let me in

I circle your navel with my tongue

Wondering

Not feeling

My eyes look up at the darkness

It’s all I can do

Until you let the warmth come out

And I can hold you tightly

Your lips

Penetrated my armor suit

What am I to do?

If you let me in

I engulf your body and mind at times

Drowning

Not experiencing

My heart beats

I know I’ve been evil

But my truth keeps me alive

And your beauty makes me want to be alive

Your lips

Penetrated my armor suit

What am I to do?

If you let me in

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David Harth 2000-01-29 David Harth 2000-01-29

Instruct The User

a. instruct the user how to properly use the usage

b. use the used instructions while using

c. instruct the using to use the usage

d. use the usage while applying pressure

e. instruct the proper amount of applied pressure while being used by the user

f. instruct the specifications of each individual user to their applied usage

g. use the used while being used only if its applied properly

h. instruct each use to be used in a manner other than pure usage

i. instruct the user how to properly manage each use when used

j. use the users instructions to properly learn the specific usages

k. instruct each user to use the usage within the limits of being used

l. use the users use

m. use the use of the users used

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David Harth 2000-01-25 David Harth 2000-01-25

I’m Getting Married

Who here wants to meet me in

Las Vegas

For a weekend

For the sole purpose

To get married in a drive-thru wedding chapel

In the name of art

Then burn the papers

And be ourselves again

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David Harth 1999-11-12 David Harth 1999-11-12

Intricate Ear

Her Intricate Ear

Delicate with surrounding beauty

She would listen closely and lean inwards

But never dig or dive deeper

She wanted me to display my love with words

My actions were not enough

Chasing after a dream

My imagination is torn

Knives are dug and twisted

Stabbed, as always, after opening up

Cried with warm shoulders

And a soft heart now hurt

Sometimes you feel like going away

For a long long time

To slip into the darkness

And fall like burning stars

Into the minds of all of those who have forgot

Sometimes you feel like slipping

Underneath the love

And discover the truth of love

Or the truth which lies within yourself

She listens with her Intricate Ear

Peach fuzz Ill hug and embrace

Ill cherish forever

And never forget

Now the fallen autumn leaves

Crunch beneath my footsteps

The wonderful scent rises up

Forcing me back to dreamland

I dream of her Intricate Ear

The wonders inside that dwell

And come out on occasion

In a glance or smile or spoken word

My dream will only fall

When the new ones come out

And the fresh leaves of spring

Introduce new music to my heart

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David Harth 1999-08-09 David Harth 1999-08-09

I’m Happy

Walking home

Late at night, just after midnight

I noticed a man urinating on the side of the road

Next to the dumpster

We made eye contact

And he apologized

That made me really happy.

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New York City

David Harth 1999-05-07 David Harth 1999-05-07

I’m laughing at you

As the clock ticks away

Timing going by

Traveling through the space that we bend

And soap up the experience

I’m laughing at you

Because you are blind

And dance alone on the parquet floor

Scented like a purple rose of earthly delight

I’m laughing at you

When the children play on the rusty swing set

On the park bench I wait

And you only pretend in the rain showers

I’m laughing at you

As you giggle in your sleep

And wake up to the sunrise of yesterday

And wonder if he had lied and if I was right

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David Harth 1998-10-17 David Harth 1998-10-17

Imagine (My Heart)

I want you to imagine

Just for a moment

Imagine I’m taking out my heart

I’m pulling the pulsating muscle

Out through my breast bone

Out through my chest

I pull out my heart

And place it on the table beside me

I want you to imagine

My heart still beating

On the table it sits

With holes and gorges in it

And punctures and concave valleys

All these dents and bruises

For all those who pretended to display

I want you to imagine

My heart on this table

And I want you to imagine

What is in my hands

In my hands I hold destruction

I pour gasoline on my heart

And light the pulsing wonder to flames

I burn it to a crisp

Blackened and charcoaled

It still beats

Imagine with me

I take out a six-inch knife

And stab the still throbbing heart

Continuously over and over

I sever the heart multiple times

With liaisons spreading rapidly

It continues to beat

Still not complete

I take a .38 and aim

Shooting bullets through the heart

Through the wild beast that beats so rapidly

The heart still beats

I want you to imagine

I take that burnt, stabbed, shot

Heart

And I stretch open my chest

And carefully place it back

To its secret chamber

I want you to imagine

For only a moment

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David Harth 1998-08-17 David Harth 1998-08-17

I Am

I Am Sold.

I Am Corporate.

I Am Used.

I Am The Devil.

I Am Now.

I Am All Your Ears.

I Am A Number.

I Am A Meaning.

I Am Here.

I Am Sighted.

I Am Improved.

I Am Welcomed.

I Am Cut.

I Am Raw Fed.

I Am Recent.

I Am Breakfast.

I Am Clothed.

I Am Devoured.

I Am Feeling.

I Am Thinking.

I Am Someone’s.

I Am An Eyebrow.

I Am Exploring.

I Am Time.

I Am An Event.

I Am Silence.

I Am A Hostage.

I Am Stolen.

I Am Machinery.

I Am A Navel Fetishist.

I Am Sinking.

I Am Deeper.

I Am Destroyed.

I Am New Material.

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David Harth 1998-07-07 David Harth 1998-07-07

I Need You

I need you more than ever.

I need you like a forest

needs rain

I need you like a tree

need roots

I need you like a serpent

needs a sea

I need you like a great white heron,

needs the sky

I need you like the ocean

needs a current

I need you like a chainsaw

needs electricity

I need you like a wolf

needs meat

I need you like a temple

needs prayers

I need you like a rapist

needs power

I need you like an infant

needs a nipple

I need you like the mountains

need valleys

I need you like a television

needs a viewer

I need you like a fuck

needs love

I need you like a dream

needs sleep

I need you like thunder

needs lightning

I need you like a spider

needs a web

I need you like a soul

needs a body

I need you like a disease

needs a host

I need you like evil

needs good

I need you like a warning

needs a cause

I need you like blood

needs a place

I need you like a thought

needs a spark

I need you like a breeze

needs a direction

I need you like time

needs movement

I need you like an engine

needs fuel

I need you like a person

needs a label

I need you like a candle

needs a flame

I need you like dust

needs a plain

I need you like a river

needs a bend

I need you like a screw

needs a nut

I need you like Columbus

needed a map

I need you like Warhol

needed a gun

I need you like Dorothy

needed a home

I need you like Gilligan

needed a boat

I need you like Santa

needs a sleigh

I need you like the Bee-Gees

needs a mirror-ball

I need you like Vox

needs the media

I need you like one

needs destruction

I need you like a film

needs an audience

I need you like dinner

needs a plate

I need you like boiling water

needs heat

I need you like a logo

needs treatment

I need you like color

needs light

I need you like peace

needs war

I need you like men

needs God

I need you like religion

needs followers

I need you like a fetus

needs a womb

I need you like a bee

needs honey

I need you like a tongue

needs a taste

I need you like a worshipper

needs an imagination

I don’t need you.

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David Harth 1998-06-03 David Harth 1998-06-03

I remember

I remember watching the snowfall beneath the street lamp

While I hoped for the death of education at tomorrow’s first sunrise

I remember fucking the cocaine high mother

While her hubby with a stache jerked off while on-looking

I remember burning ants with a magnify glass as a kid

While hearing their pops and smelling their skin toast

I remember my big plastic green army machine gun

While playing army man at war in my treelined backyard

I remember the squirrel that chewed up electric lines

While I brought one as a gift in a bag for a friend

I remember the ones who said no

While I continue to kneel down and ask for forgiveness

I remember recording their conversations

While I masturbated to their smelly dates

I remember playing tic-tacs

While being psychic

I remember seeing the elder guy fuck the bonded one

While I on-looked the fat man’s praise

I remember Valentine’s and open air January

While winter came and gone

I remember pinning moths after the catch

While spreading their powder and glisten across my fingers

I remember watching peace

While nails came out of doors

I remember spray-painting ‘GASM’ on cement

While the stream sparkled and frogs leaped and croaked

I remember my big wheels

While skidding in the gravel dirt at the circle

I remember being pulled over by a trooper

While a semi-automatic was being fired just across my head

I remember writers taking cabs

While others talked dollars around round tables

I remember cows being tipped

While I told stories of lies

I remember my father in a limo

While dark race traveled through words of conduct on Broadway streets

I remember wet dreams in fantasy sheets

While urine tests proved nothing

I remember your face as you read my poetry

While I connected dots to satisfy your wet one

I remember your analyzation of my soul

While I take a bullet between my bitten teeth

I remember the love you have given

While I refused to listen

I remember the god in Florida

While I was a little kid who packaged large ones

I remember stealing plastic whores of fat drunken pigs

While skeptical apples knew of my existence

I remember falling in deep shit

While the shit didn’t even recognize my face

I remember your thoughts and feelings

While I write this damn mother fucker today

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David Harth 1998-04-20 David Harth 1998-04-20

Insanity

It’s not their beauty

Or their curves

That drives me to insanity

It’s not the concave of the navel

Or the bends in their backs

It’s not the softness of their skin

Or scent of their soul

That makes me insane

It’s not their delight

Or kindness

It’s not their slenderness

Or intelligence

That brings me to the ward

It’s the way they are presented

Displayed

On a pedestal

It’s their clothes

Their makeup

Their garments

Their extras

Their beautifications

It’s their transparent white blouses

Their lace white bras

And tight red skirts

It’s their thong underwear

And hot red barbie lipstick

It’s their sistership

And innocence

Their leather pants

And latex too

It’s their

Corporate perfume

And

Designer’s gain

It’s their made-up high cheek bones

And gravity killed tits

That’s what makes

me insane

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David Harth 1998-01-20 David Harth 1998-01-20

Interrupted Silence

I traveled through her canal

Under her sweet dirt

I listened to her words

Static came in-between

Separated us at birth

Interference melted me

Venom punctured my lips

My eyes rolled back into my scull

I listened strongly

Her words scattering on my lighted horizon

Pollution settled in

Advertised through copper wires

Ruined by Hollywood production

Past deep inside

Surveillance as I pullout

Spotlight on me

Her voice is gone now

I cry in my memories

My camera falls forward

I am unsettled

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David Harth 1997-04-07 David Harth 1997-04-07

I Think I Love You

I think I love you

When I am willing

To penetrate

To end all wars

To meet your parents

To grow up in your arms

To taste your tears

To borrow your past

And bury your relatives

I think I love you

When I am afraid

To become a new born

To tear down your walls inside

To reach out and touch your heart

To climax forever

To enter a new realm

To climb a trail of heavenly love

I think I hate you

Now and forever

I will hate you until

The end of the world

The end of my time

The end of molestation

And Impregnation

The end of revolution

And juxtaposition

The end of my time

As a Necrophiliac

And as a Transsexual

As a Nymphomaniac

And as a Pyromaniac

As a Pathological Liar

And as your God

I am afraid

Of the dark

And your large cock

I am afraid

Of Love

To Love

To be Loved

I think I love you

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