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Snatch Hunt

I’m trying to seek you out.

I’m ready to kidnap you.

Devour your last breadth.

Steal your last pulse.

I’m on the hunt.

I’m on the hunt for new snatch.

Got some snatch I can snack on?

 

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.08.11:48:11@205HudsonNYC

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Morning (Version #3)

My body woke up looking for yours.

You were not next to me, nowhere to be found.

I made some coffee; I made some toast.

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.08.09:50:31@205HudsonNYC

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Nibble

I’ll nibble at your neck

and I’ll nibble at your belly

I’ll nibble on your elbow

and I’ll nibble at your knee

I’ll nibble at your lower back

and I’ll nibble on your foot

I’ll nibble on your ear

and I’ll nibble on your lips

I’ll nibble on your breasts

and I’ll nibble on your nose

I’ll nibble on your fingers

and I’ll nibble between your legs

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.04.09:53:00@205HudsonNYC

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10:28

I was running late for my flight.

My 11 a.m. out of J.F.K.

I was standing outside, near Western Beef,

         on fourteenth street.

I was about to go, about to leave, about to depart

         couldn’t find a cab

Until the last minute

 

You were wearing your long coat

I leaned in to say goodbye

You were on the phone

I kissed you goodbye

         You never got off the phone

 

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.03.16:35:32@205HudsonNYC

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Expired

My time has come.

I’ve turned into thin dust.

Howling winds collected my remains.

My love for you has been carried away.

Silent tears break the waves of enchantment.

My heart is crushed to a pulp.

Dead beneath the sea.

Nothing can revive.

I’m expired.

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.26.14:14:25@205HudsonNYC

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Love Monster

Everyone knows it.

From Barcelona to Tokyo.

Everyone knows I’m the Love Monster

 

From London to New York

From New Orleans to Toronto

They all know

That I’m the Love Monster

 

They all know

That I sit on top of a hill of love

And women flock to me

They spread their wings

Rustle their feathers

Do their dance

 

And hope to grab my attention

And hope to grab my cock

And hope to grab my heart

Okay Okay Okay

It isn’t quite like that

So have a laugh

 

Everyone knows it

That I’m the Love Monster

And they all know

That there is only one

That has the ability to tame

This Love Monster

 

Everyone knows that I’m the Love Monster

From Denver to St. Petersburg

From Milwaukee to Hamburg

 

I am the Love Monster

And I have lots of love to give

Romantic love

Cheesy love

Lovey duvy love

 

Flowers, chocolates, diamonds

Drawings, poetry, mix tapes

Spontaneous trips, planned trips, surprise trips

Kisses, sensuality, sexuality

The Love Monster gives all of these to you

And I am the Love Monster

 

Everyone knows that I’m the Love Monster.

From Basel to Los Angeles

From Boston to Johannesburg

They all know

That I am the Love Monster

And my monster love is for you.

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.26.14:07:26@205HudsonNYC

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Me

I have been bleeding from holes in my hands and feet for days now.

I have pain, but most of the pain is in my mind.

An ache like no other.

A fear of destruction, the end of love.

 

I want you all to gather around me.

Listen to the few words I speak from my lips and wild tongue.

Replay the visions I had while in mother earth’s forrest.

Encompass my heart as my body moves across the sea.

 

It is my last day here.

I want you to learn from my lessons.

Take my dreams and hopes with you.

Betray no one but your fears.

 

Remember to sail in the open winds.

Harvest each other’s love.

Cherish your children, hug your lovers.

Show mercy to your enemies.

 

Before you leave me to wither.

Soak up my blood and show no despair.

Collect my fallen skin and shed your amounting silence.

Cradle my charred heart and sweep up my eyelashes.

 

As the pipers play their last hymn.

Take your journey forward never looking behind.

Salt pillars stand strong at my side.

As my wooden embrace engulfs my lasting spirit.

 

Walk on solid ground with open wounds.

Let your blood combine with other’s before you.

Allow your fluids to enrich the history.

And let love live as you live love.

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.26.11:55:05@205HudsonNYC

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Don’t Forget

Ocean crests break upon the beach

Rivers bend over smooth stones

Rain drizzles down on little toes

 

Sun sets lonely behind thunderclouds

Moon glares at the sky’s window

Stars shoot across this everlasting universe

 

A forest sits alone at night

Trees sway in midnight’s wind

Autumn leaves drift endlessly below

 

Mourning doves chirp at dawn’s light

Sparrows sing the union bells

Kites soar along harbor sails

 

Fire ignites the eternal flame

Double helix blends to conceive

Milk pours to the baby’s mouth

 

City lights shimmer upward heavenly

Plains run through metropolitan’s farm

Street stretches across to unite sapphire

 

Your laughter floats down my corridors of tenderness

Your voice echoes in the pockets of my heart

Your eyes illuminate my everyday existence

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.25.01:25:26@296NYC

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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

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Another Woman, Another Man

There will be a day

When you love another man

There will be a day

When I love another woman

 

There will be a day

When you have sex with another man

There will be a day

When I have sex with another woman

 

There will be a day for kisses

There will be a day for embraces

Those will be the days

Of new

 

That day was yesterday.

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.14.10:43:00@205HudsonNYC

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There was a night

There was a night,

I remember,

We were across the street from your apartment building

The weather was mild with a tiny crispness

We were saying our goodbyes

A long goodbye

And you buttoned up my jacket

So sad

Yet so much care

That was a moment

That I’ll remember

Your love for me.

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.13.13:13:30@205HudsonNYC

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Turning

I never imagined

Written words over years

Fantasized about it

Took oil to canvas

 

Thirty One years ago I fell to this earth

Sent by your love to protect your heart

Here I am

Wasted and lost in this ache

No more fantasizing

And no more words carried on

 

Winter will turn into Spring

And Spring will turn into Summer

Summer will turn into Autumn

And the cycle of seasons will pass

 

I give up,

I’m turning my wings in.

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.12.16:20:29@205HudsonNYC

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Ten

Ten in the making

and ten passed by.

Tenth one third,

and ten to ten.

I’ve never been in love,

and I’ve never met an angel.

But ten passed ten,

that all changed.

I met an angel,

and I fell in love with her.

Ten times ten,

and the tenth of July.

Ten more waiting,

and the fourteenth of July.

Until ten times ten,

I’ll die in love.

Next to my angel

of ten.

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.10.03:29:57@296NYC

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Love & Death

You never really know what love is,

until the person you love has died.

 

You never really know what love is,

until you are confronted with death.

 

I was confronted.

I learned something today.

One will really discover who they are in love with,

If you think they have just died.

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.09.14:17:18@296NYC

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End

Not one,

Not even her,

Or his brother or his sister,

Not even his grandfather, mother or father.

Not even his co-worker, his friends out west or on other continents.

No one believed it would ever happen.

 

It was a cold day in New York.

Freezing to the bone.

Frigid.

Cool air collected in one corner of the room.

He had a headache.

Perfectly.

 

December 9th

A knock at the door

Found him dead on the floor.

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.08.21:00:51@296NYC

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Not Like This

It doesn’t end.

It won’t end like this.

The story I’m a part of,

The life I live,

Doesn’t end like this.

 

It still has to unfold,

Take turns,

Bend curves,

Go up mountains,

And down hills.

 

I’ve heard the heartbeat.

Beating like a drummer’s drum,

And singing like a choir’s hum.

 

I’ve heard the words spoken.

From your soft rose lips,

And from the gyration of your hips.

 

I’ve heard the flight of doves.

Flying above the trees that rustle,

And flying with a patriotic whistle.

 

I’ve heard ghosts in shadows.

Drifting in out of the corner,

And drifting lovers to the altar.

 

 

It doesn’t end,

Not until its accomplished.

Not until bread meets wine.

And wine touches my mouth.

 

It doesn’t end.

Not like this.

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.12.01.17:02:00@205HudsonNYC

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Taking Off

I see your plane taking off in the sky,

Wave my hand and say goodbye.

 

The silhouette against the sunset of New Jersey,

Past few months, now so blurry.

 

A voyage taken,

We just passed the bailsman.

 

Some day you may discover,

Love for you is my greatest gesture.

 

You missed an opportunity,

My heart now so crushed and bloody.

 

Never spoon again,

Not even on December ten.

 

The end has come after eight,

Unless magic can happen after you vacate.

 

Time ran out, time did fade,

Love like this should never be delayed.

 

Paralyzed love is not conscious,

Lovers have been left breathless.

 

You have left me vacant,

From my heart you are now absent.

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.11.30.16:43:31@205HudsonNYC

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I’m On Airport Time

Turned on the light,

You were hidden in the shadows

Underneath my sheets

Surprised me!

 

I rolled over

You weren’t there

If that’s the way it’s going to be

I left for the airport

Not a hint of your scent was on my collar

 

Its tearing me apart

Just tell me not to go

Just tell me you love me

 

I’m not good any more

My time is up

The chariot that I’ve arrived on is pulling me back

My train is departing

I’m late for the plane

And the plane is late for me.

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.11.11.19:15:00@296NYC

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Falling

Like the rocks I lick at night

I fall from the sky at unknown speeds

My arteries refuse to end the fight

 

Goddess of dream’s sand

I fall flat against this hard dirt

The heart of fallen angels are in command

 

Falling with my broken wing

Accept me for who I have become

Both of us are tired of aching

 

I have always loved you

Mí na Nollaig approaches

Let me help you with your muumuu

 

Choice is yours, to be fruit

With performing miracles and shining stars

Or reservations on Lexington’s route

 

Falling in a downward spiral

Awoken from my study of disbelief

Encephalitis gone, your love is viral

 

I am not going anywhere; I have no place to be

Two have taken to falling

I continue to purchase your white tea

 

Let it burn for a little while longer

This wick of desire must meet

Days pass as our love gets stronger

 

Slipping under the over pass

Falling between the cracks

Lying on last year’s meadow grass

 

I’m falling to the earth

Catch me in your arms

Make my long wait worth

 

Autumn leaves are falling now

Another year will pass

Time for your heart to avow

 

You fell in love with me

And I fell in love with you

It’s time to become our very own we

 

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.11.08.12:44:11@205HudsonNYC

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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

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