when a day goes wrong

it seems that everything falls apart. how do pick up whats left, and begin again?

when a day goes wrong

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.

first blog

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

07-09-2004

11-02-2003

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

- Lucky

11-02-2003

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

09-30-2003

09-15-2003

Oh, to know death

09-15-2003