I narrate a writers dream that quickly becomes a nightmare… What more is there to say? This poem is a random one so I’m sure there’s some grammar issues…

Jenna View and her friend Barry Finder had purchased two front row seats to watch Mickey Mcgoogal perform his farewell Live SHOW on stage.

The fickle existence that the famous enjoy can be more than sanity can control…

Written: May 24, 2006.

Hoping my fifteen minutes of fame is still to come.

Dedicated to those people who have become prisoners of fame for gifts given to them from above and lead a very Lonely life.

This poem has been written for a very close friend of mine who recently passed away. Being a famous personality, it written in first person about the first experiences of the after-life….
It also has the twinge of wanting what he cannot go back to but at the same time telling people that he cared for to be happy for him as he has found his rest…

I can’t describe…

Before the days of the internet, an aspiring artist would have to solely rely on his or her marketing ability and talent to reach fame and fortune. Today, the internet has made the world a much smaller place – with the ability for almost anyone to reach an audience anywhere, yet the artist still starves.

Just me plain and simple!