Yesterday, I was no one,
Another common face on the street.
Then, with a gift of talent I’ve been given,
I’m the one all seem to want to meet.
Catapulted to fame, wealth and glory;
It’s as much a surprise to me.
Mine is not that unusual a story,
I guess, I was just quicker on my feet.
But, now that I’m somewhat famous,
There lies a sad irony to this claim to fame.
The true friends who knew me back when,
Don’t treat me the same.
They say I am now different.
I ask: `Different in what sort of way’
They hesitate, then answer:
`You have a presence, your words can sway’
I look to my mirrored reflection
What I see is the person I am
Why should celebrity make me different
For I am the same person within
Funny, we all glamour to shine above the rest
But once it happens and recognition is finally won
Those with whom we most care to share it with,
Are first victims to transiting the realm of stardom.
naykdpoet 
Devilish Transactions
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Tomorrow’s walk toward yesterday dreams
To attain prospect of things desired, gleaned
Are filled with perils , more often, not seen;
Rendering personal cost beyond obscene.
This knowledge should give an advantage clue
To question how, through one’s life, to best pursue
Enrichment, by every nature, offered up for view;
To be cautious of its ultimate price and/or services, due.
Agreement Pacts, purportedly scribed, since days of old
Promising fame and riches for the sale of one’s soul
Are devilishly hidden or ignored by those so bold
As to venture into this misguided folly, though so told.
Much evidence lays as circumstantial waste:
The lives given to such transactions with unthinking haste;
Their derelict, dying bodies strewn, abounds this earthly place
Only to be ignored by newbies, believing, they’re a different case.
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