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. are simple enough concepts. We know right from wrong but it’s as important to realise that not all sins are sins because another human told you so. God, jesus and the devil eventually became poetic metaphors, violent and loving.

I struggled to survive the consequences of love (where i loved too much) which is why i’ve avoided those daemons by being single for over 6 years now. The blackest poems purged Love’s betrayal in an attempt to take back control and understand myself.

It’s no wonder that heavy punches of it deals with depression, something that i allowed to beat me blue much of my life… but Knysna breathed life and hope back into me.

A younger me at a music festival…

People like to find weapons against others whilst stabbing from their own insecurities… but, if we’re all honest, we’d admit that there is much inside us that we don’t tell the world. I decided to share it.

I was very shy when i made a conscious decision to publicly peel back my layers of skin until i saw the real me so that i could live free. It was very hard in the beginning but the more i did it the easier it became which is probably why it gave birth to me who can take on those political bastards and bitches who are hurting this town i love so much.

That website was my biggest but like music, my passion, i had to let it go so as to deal with the politics on my plate. Additionally, it was hacked – i put it back online but have never managed to find the time to sort it all. Hardly any blogging there… but maybe one day, after all the politics, i’ll be able to return and relate the newest chapters of my life…

I don’t hide my life. Everything got me to where i am right now. I have to be thankful for every mistake and happiness that eventually delivered me into who i am in Knysna today.

There are no secrets, just parts of me… www.wickedmike.com.

I encourage you all to be yourself. Be human like you were meant to be.