Untitled (Feeling Love)
Waiting for the words
They never seem to come out
They never flow
Like the shower running down
Between thin warm skin
Like suds rolling over
And under thighs I lay beside
From underneath
Heated ceilings
Captured candle light
And spring breezes
Feeling that warmth
A hug around the neck
Is it real? Or fake? fake?
A pretender at cause
It’s just for a while
Just for a bit
A secret I hid
Share, kept away
I feel myself
Loosing grip
As the river swarms
Around my feet
And ankles and knees
The under current pulls me
Drowning I go
She watches on
Until I get back
On my feet
And protrude a pencil perfect portrait
A pencil perfect portrait
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.04.02.22:04:00@NYC
Untitled (Running Love)
Hearing your voice
A comment on desire
Traveling in taxis
That take you no where
To find the feeling
Pulsating
Feel the beating in your heart
Run through your veins
Pumping and thrive
Red booths full of numbers
Make a call to the sea
All the “ans”
Surrounding lights
And fog inset in my eyes
Swishhhhh.....
Run by, Run by -
Choosing the life you had
The drugs I saved
The friends I had
Taking the dog bites out of your leg
Feeling the Beatles crossing Abbey Road
And Bananas between pussy lips
Feeling the feelings I found
Wishing I had not written the ones for bartenders
Feeling the revolutions in my head
And the revolution uprising
The dog continues to run
Around the track
And then its dead.
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.02.13.21:16:47@Earth
Untitled (Red)
A red glow
Silhouettes my shoulders
I can only get a short glimpse
With lights passing by
Long and slender
Leading up to the black shade
Crimson red overflows
I wish I was up my glance
In between the pressure
My lips bitten
Music in my ears
Traveling like a jet landing
Speeding Through
While deer running by
Crossing my path
Purple light go away
Receptionist appeared
Now summer is gone
Another glance
Flesh on the blackness
What do I know?
As my blindness is only
Half empty
And they say,
I can say no to a transfusion
I say fuck it
Give me the lead.
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.02.10.22:11:00@EnRoute->07430
utopia, seen from a hillside
progressive thoughts
thru pleasure and pain
the dreams race
across my wild plains
imagery is ghostly
make believe times
I think of you
he and she
together as one
alone
on the hill
away from it all
about to fall
only to be caught
by the hand
hand of love
no separations allowed
no intruders
no darkness
only cool breezes flow
thru your hair
and thru thy eyes
with the intensity of admiration
with the intensity of touch
a skin tone
a lip tongue
a suckle
reach out and touch it
feel the breeze
above the hill
high above
fall with me
into the pit
the pit of utopia
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.01.30.02:16:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (Time)
it makes a bird fly
and the clouds move
it turns heads
and ruins cities
it burns in the night
and floats above the land
it is inside and out
it is above and below
it makes a train run
and the water flow
it reaches a destination
but continues on
it is red and blue
and white and green
it is orange and violet
and amber too
it is interruption
and birth
it is a carriage to a wheelchair
a bicycle to a car
it is a cross on a mound
it is dense and whole
round and square
it is many and few
beyond a far
it is future and past
and everything at last
it is what you and I are made of
and made from
and are going too.
what is it?
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.03.24.16:21:00@31USQWNYC
97.12.11.16:21:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (Autumn Leaves)
The leaves were out today
in different shades
yellow and red
green and brown
orange and burnt sienna
They were beautiful
changing colors
with the swaying trees
the cool breeze
and all over
they are on their knees
Two intertwining souls
wrapping around
the thick trunk
leading up to those fascinating
dying leaves
The mountains were covered
with all kinds of foliage
each little bush
each little tree
was a place for you and me
The breeze continued
the trees still swayed
the leaves fell today
but we are still
on our knees
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.10.21.14:09:00@NYC
Untitled (Mystery Woman)
You are a mystery woman to me.
You are large at heart, nothing at sight.
You are everything at mind, everything in the imagination.
I know you by words, not by sight nor by sound.
I know you by vibes, feelings, and truth,
But not by lies.
You are a wind.
I am an angel.
You are a flame.
I am an angel.
You are a rose.
I am an angel.
You are a berry.
I am an angel.
You are a valley of sweetness.
I am an angel.
You are hope
I am an angel.
You are missing.
I am an angel.
You are perceived.
I am an angel.
You are words.
I am an angel.
You are there.
I am an angel.
You are who?
What color are your eyes?
Your eyes?
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.10.07.12:30:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (Thoughts Behind)
I come to you in the night
by way of the stars.
I awake with you at the yellow dawn.
by way of the morning sun.
I embrace your loveliness
by way of my arms.
I take you by the hand
I guide you to my water.
I cleanse you up and down
I show you the water.
I clear your thoughts
I soothe your back.
I tear at your heart
asking for more.
I stand behind you
My hands on your shoulders
Rubbing your back
My knee against your bottom cheeks
My arms wrapped around your waist
I guide my hands to your navel
The suds glide downward, my hands upward
My fingers run across your breasts
Tight squeeze
A hug of love
Behind you, I am not ashamed.
Behind you, I am erect.
My hands run across your hard red nipples.
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.10.07.03:30:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (Dark Love)
allow me
bend your neck
curve toward the shadow
let me in
a penetration
sunken teeth
withdraw thy blood
allow me
to show you a way
a river shadow
a dark lover
be with the blackness
come toward the light
the light of grey
show me your beauty
the puncture I will create
let me suck out your blood
be a devil to the daughter
be a horror to your imagination
be real to thy flesh
I in black, you in black
lace and silk sheet tonight
candle burns
heat in overdrive
turn towards the mirror
and beware
no reflection in sight
an angel came down one day
he said
then again
a devil dug upwards
toward the sky
toward her inner thigh
suck and suck
the one in black
wings of glory
in all its fury
soar the skies
the midnight moons
then,
you might discover...
his drive
his shadow
his beneath-the-belt
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.10.02.01:27:00@NYC
Untitled (Christmas Two)
leather straps
huge mountains
big trees
nature hikes
christmas stuffers
and midnight wonders
christmas is coming..
who will be..
under that mistletoe?
christmas is coming
who is weak,
who is strong?
please
on your knees
song from above
a heaven once lost
a gray cloud
no longer embraces
a hope
a glare
a sheer dress
slip under
over and out
white blouse
shower with
behind and around
frolic on the ground
playground
and heat
i think they will meet
time will tell
the tale of two
and two be it
when two are part of you
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.09.18.22:12:27@NYC
Untitled (White Mess)
Sheerness
Attractiveness
Make a mess
Clean up the spice
Wipe me clean
It’s not lean
Take it apart
Undo the button
Later
a lotion on your back
Tonight
back up against the wall
feel you around
clean up my mess
My mess
Pulled in
Squeeze
Thin, tight, tiger
up down, barret and all
curve #1
curve #2
mountain, feel it
valley, portray it
reflection
in the mirror:
make a mess.
white rose
lather
cleaned it up
white rose
blow the wind
white rose
with thorns
white rose; took her from the city
took her to the tropics
white rose
she cleaned up my mess
white rose
she made me make a mess
back rub
bend over
back rub
clean up the mess
outside
blinds down
a wonder and a john
then inside
wet down
smile
perk
a midnight nap
a twenty dollar ride
a late ride
then you wake up
try to explain
take an invite
after the mess
after, only,
that mess.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.09.15.15:29:41@NYC
Untitled (Love)
it holds you tight
holds you in
showers you with guilt
all about
it grasps you
the more you go
the deeper you are in
the more time
the greater the grip
it encompasses you
engulfs you
swallows you up
doesn’t let you breathe
it makes you think
makes you weak
takes your time
and makes great taste
it’s over there and over here
it’s all around
but never right here
but when inside
deep inside
it holds you
doesn’t allow you to leave
until you go
and wave goodbye
and then
a new one comes along
but, how long?
has it been?
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.07.21.02:06:00@NYC
Untitled (Comments On Love)
The measurements exceed
The unpredictable is only around the corner
The levels are complex
The confusion lies within
The alterations are not made
The voices are never heard
The thoughts race like buffalos
The memories intrude
The fantasies never become real
The dreams are death defying
The love is passionate but not local
The real time has come
The real one is here
Here I am.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.01.12.00:00:00@Earth
Untitled (Spare)
Spare it.
Spare the thought
Take the trip
Feel the reason
Don’t question a step
Don’t deny
Take a spin
Spare any lies
Go with the heart
Follow the streets
Follow that star
If the sun comes down
I will be there
If the sun comes down
I would like you to be there
Spare some time for me
I have all the time for you
Feel the sunlight
Feel the warmth I can give
Cradle you in my arms
All night long
An embrace
A beautiful one
A holding one
A real one
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.05.14.01:00:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (You & Me)
ah, my dear beloved, worshipper of me, worshipper of death:
I will devour you entirely
I will steal you away in the city of lights
You will perform to me
Upon me
For I am your thundering storm
I am huge
And you shall perform on me
Through the streets filled with names and monopolies
Behind the desk of authority, you will
Get down and kneel
Before me you will perform
A great storm
Breathe this flaming rock
Inside and out
Meet it half way
Then take it all the way
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.06.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (You)
you wild woman,
you make me weak,
above the knees,
below the belt,
you make me weak,
your accent at heart
your tone in voice,
you make me weak,
you break a boundary
you treat a soul,
you make me weak,
you take a chance,
you call the devil,
you learn how to kneel,
you believe in love,
your heart tells you no,
your body tells you other,
you make me weak,
you lose control,
and then I enter,
and over and over,
I fuck you again.
The measurements exceed
The unpredictable is only around the corner
The levels are complex
The confusion lies within
The alterations are not made
The voices are never heard
The thoughts race like buffaloes
The memories intrude
The fantasies never become real
The dreams are death defying
The love is passionate but not local
The real time has come
The real one is here
Here I am.
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.04.04.00:00:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (I Take You)
I take you by the front
I take you by the rear
I take you in arms
And behold
Wrap around, no rape will occur
I take you by the flesh
I tear at your skin
I choke you alive
As I shove my cock deep inside
I ram my thick meat
Up your juicy cunt
I eat away at your soul
Before you can cum
I eat at your breasts
Before you can scream
I eat at your mind
Before you can breathe
I fuck you
Harder and harder
As one can get
I ram my pistol
My pistol of love
Deep inside your tight pink pussy hole.
As “So Cruel” plays
I flow with the motion
On every beat
You receive my meat
On every beat
You bow down to my feet
I fuck you slowly
After the harsh
I fuck you slowly
Not because I love you
Not because you are sexy
Not because I want to fuck you hard
But because you are my friend
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.12.10.03:00:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (Devil Love)
For hours,
My arms hug your warmth.
I will kiss you forever upon sight.
Forever and ever.
It will last.
Never let go.
Please be real.
Oh, please do.
I am your angel.
But I could be your devil.
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.10.07.23:45:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (Places Taken)
I will take you to the park.
the forest.
the desert.
the beach.
the ocean
the sea.
the lake.
the hill.
the mountain.
the city.
the valley.
the plain.
the field.
the pond.
the creek.
the brook.
the rock.
the town.
I will take you in the bakery
Or in the movies
At home
Or in the office
I will take you on a plane
Or on a train
At a ball game
Or at a Broadway show
I will take you in car
Or in a bed
At a nature park
Or at a hotel.
I will take you near and far.
Here and there.
I will take you up and down.
East and West
I will take you to black and white
To see colors all over.
Over and over, I will take you.
More in my mind.
None in the flesh.
Yet.
Yet to be seen....
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.10.07.23:30:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (America 3rd)
Complication
Invitation
Revolution
Imagination
Motivation
Impregnation
Juxtaposition
Location
Separation
Dislocation
Verification
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.10.07.12:15:00@31USQWNYC