I follow not
the rainbows end
the *** of gold
that wares men thin
such are the riches
that turn to stone
loss of reasons
lazy prone
and so I strive
to remain unknown!

Traveler
is not my real name
in the poetry world
I shall never know fame
few will listen
Fewer will read
the need to be heard
is but a social disease

I write for an outlet
for these words in my head
I can never abandon
my lover in red
easing my burdens
massaging my soul
life is but a dream
then we wake up and go!