Lucky S.Michaels

first blog

look i'm posting so you can all see the pictures instead of keeping them all to myself. If you want more checkout my t-mobile site. If you want even more than you will have to give me reason to show them, beg, borrow, steal or kill me off to find them to catch a glimpse into the life of another crazy artist.

07-09-2004

Children -

In a place
Which I know not
The streets' souls
Are put at last
To rest
Most though
Remain uncertain
As their own
Parent is
Forced to turn
Them away
Away, not
To the comforts
Of HOME
Or supporting pay
And they lack
The initial education
To which status
Could be affixed to

We eat from
The same food
And intimately
Share a space
They bare
Themselves in hope
Of seeing through
Our eyes
The beauty
Which they have
Believed themselves
And hold fast to
I see them
With watchful eyes
Observing perhaps
What I once was
But am not.

-Dad

11-02-2003

"The difficulty of being me is not being somebody else which is also the greatest blessing I have been bestowed."

- Lucky

09-30-2003

Time to drink alone, yet without the tea. Perhaps I am unawares. Pleasures of security and the excitement of insecurity develop the questioning of life. Fairytale creatures are altogether unreal, yet each and every one can be manifested in the mind of the beholder. Surreal juxtaposing the real, sets confusion in symbiosis with the cataclysm of thought. The profound becomes a mechanism of the foolish as caricatures play out their wisdom in the constant twilight of life. To be nothing is everything to me, yet makes me ultimately everything in return. Where does this out of place adult perception come from to invade the mind of this fragile child? Behold, I am a fairytale. Alone, yet real.

- Lucky

09-15-2003

Oh, to know death

01-14-2003

Piercing a much needed silence has drained me thin. Her voice like knives creating a river of blood from mine ears. So much is said while so little of it is understood by the one vocalizing it. The empty knowledge creates a deafness that is insufferable. Am I pissed off? No, I am silenced. Drink my suffering and rehydrate. A little passion rekindled and speaking from flesh to flesh instead of through words alone. A boy serving as a bandaid for my days trials. Why cannot things work out for matters of our hearts? Give it time... What is time though? Is it a cushion keeping us standing idly by? It makes us awkward statues; compasses and the hands of time. "What time do you think we've got?"

- Lucky

12-31-2002

Ineffable...Another turning point in my life is @ its twilight. A year end of my 22 year, and I now settle my thoughts and experiences upon the page. An ignorant plea for life now kindles within me, as death delivers its time limits. Because of the many wounds revealed in this year alone, an hourglass bleeds my life from my grasp. Countless thoughts bind my spirit which once roamed free. Dry are the eyes that once wept such trivial burdens. Everything is not as it seemed. For so long I have wanted a way out of this painful place, but now faced with my one way ticket, I. am dumbfounded. Given a chance to reverse everything and change this sequence of events, I do not believe I could. How can I not be certain that there is not yet some divine good to be manifest in my pain and death? I cannot see what will benefit from my lonely soul, and it's inevitable suffering. Joy creeps nearer with every year, but fear of deaths aftermath weakens my existence. Kept in God's care as one of its children is all I ask. Love eternally my reward. My doubt comes with a lack of Love from others throughout my Life. Nourished by faith in God and self, I have made it this far in life. Open wounds again replace the scars of my past, intensifying my current struggles. Pain replaces my longing for Love, as a sign that I am living. Quicken my sentence here on Earth as my pain increases, I humbly ask. Reap and sow through my years to come. Save my place @ home while this new year dawns!..