Greed

The slower I move

The better I fall

How brilliant my senses are when they're gone

As the camera stands still

In silent mode

Where does my heart go

After it's gone?

The stillness of magnitude closes the door

And I'm left alone to wonder

About my life

So what's the story with this piece

That fluctuates the puzzle?

How can two people love

If there's any love at all?

I wonder as the same house crosses my mind

The written gestures in a poem

Have no rhymes

As I clean the countertops of a destined fail

I think of all lovers that have suffered

In the seriousness of emptiness

The realness remains

As the ball drops at midnight once again

Oh feel my heart drop like thunder

The rain is starting to drench

The poor souls who have fallen

In the deep pictures of fame,

Oh what fame takes the soul

When the spirit is dying?

For all souls are dying at this point

The chivalry that drives the maintenance fees

Watches the houses burn in delight

Oh where are my roses

That were hung out to dry?

Did they burn with the rest of the roses?

I see two people

Fighting in the street,

Where on earth is the love in there?

For the power of greed boasts all lively souls

I wonder

As I wonder some more...