Yesterday, a man walked out of Knysna Provincial Hospital, opened his car boot in front of the main entrance, pulled out a gun… and shot himself dead. South Africa has the eight highest suicide rate in the world. In 2014, there were approximately 8000 suicides with 10 times more attempts. My poems takes a personal perspective, the fight to live versus the desire to die… FLY The sun is calling out your name from a million miles away It’s an everyday feeling that you share with everyone Didn’t you see it on TV (our species may die today)? How big … ‘Click here to read full article…’
VOLCANO LIFE Though the curtain, my bedroom changed to orange and my day became wondrous The sky was a volcano, god and the devil unashamedly making love No surprise both were women They smiled at me, hugged me, kissed me, washed me, filled me- -my successes become failures my failures successes… and together they became nothing whilst i became part of EVERYTHING The greatest dawn in the prettiest town, Knysna. It was a kindness at the start of a tough month coming, a reminder to think bigger. Here,the fight for, and the defence of, Knysna’s beauty continues… Comments can be … ‘Click here to read full article…’
Part of the propaganda campaign against me by my political enemies in Knysna draws from www.wickedmike.com. There, i have music and gig reviews, jokes, sexy women, zesty articles and more. My dark poetry, whether good or bad, mostly represents the challenging thoughts i had as a young adult, the first scribbled during national service in the air force. Some are good but some awful, all kept as the diary to the living moment. Early on i fought a battle between my not-normal, religious upbringing and what i believe morality to be. Don’t lie, don’t cheat, don’t steal, don’t murder etc. … ‘Click here to read full article…’
Each year, somewhere on the net, i re-post this wicked xmas poem i scribbled a long time ago. It’s meant to be naughty and fun (not for kids) but it also carries extra meanings for me, sometimes different according to where i am in my life. Considering my activism in Knysna, the Evil Santa in the poem is also a metaphor for all the bad things that we should acknowledge exist…and then vanquish! Bad things don’t go away by themselves. And Santa definitely gets his just desserts here! Warning: Don’t read if you’re a sensitive reader! It’s for those with … ‘Click here to read full article…’
The greatest tragedies of the Recession can be found in small towns like Knysna where so many are struggling to survive. It’s also where the greatest braveries can be found. Forget, for a while, empty shops and windows screaming, “For Rent!” Instead, think on those who are working their arse off to hang onto their business and keep a roof over their family’s heads. Being a business owner takes more courage than taking a salary ever will. Let’s admire, sympathize with, and support these individuals of oak who we, without, would not have a town at all! SALUTING YOU A … ‘Click here to read full article…’
A Street Kid Diary Every raindrop hits me! In winter night, my skin reads the newspaper and I awake educated to the street The cold colds The robot beckons me to beg a coin Dressing in my unhappy face (they don’t know that the unhappiest shows nothing), I jostle with the Coca-Cola man to get my tax relief Later, I’ve got my bread and single cigarette and I’m playing hide-and-hide with the older boys Thank God, they don’t see the angel in my pocket so soon I’m sniffing her all the way to Heaven Sure, I’ve got no shoes and … ‘Click here to read full article…’
Chatsworth to Sezela Knysna to forever Does it matter, your birth? We’re all from this earth Durban to Mafikeng Sandton to Soweto From apartheid to democracy We decide our worth Chorus [sung like a children’s rhyme by children] Stand in your place and name your face Subscriptions are welcome to One human race Moscow to Istanbul Mumbai to New York City We’re getting out of breath With hundreds still left Beijing, Ho Chi Minh, Tokyo, Rio and Jerusalem Every city rhyming with sin stand up, sign your name in Bridge Huh huh…catch that breath [gasping – out of breath] G7, … ‘Click here to read full article…’
EVEN HUMANS EXPLODE [Into Love With Knysna version] I fell into the sky of Knysna when it opened I love being wet and, for a while, being part of this town; cold yet safe, vacuumed yet liberated, one part of its 68 000 …surprisingly alive! I’m a cloud taxiing on the runway of the Garden Route I’m the clarity in consciousness because i know where i’ll be next I’m just a raindrop waiting quietly to explode… …at home. by Wicked Mike'Click here to read full article...'