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A Kid’s Street 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 … Read the full article…
God & the Devil Made Love in Knysna
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, … Read the full article…
I Don’t Hide the Wicked Mike in Me
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 … Read the full article…
A Wicked Xmas Poem
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 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 … Read the full article…
The One and Only (The Human Race)
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 … Read the full article…
Even Humans Explode!
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.
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