Wicked Mike

Rookie (South Africa)

Wicked Mike Poems

1. God Wears Black 1/2/2006
2. Crossroads 2/9/2006
3. A Sometime Hurt 1/6/2006
4. Boogey Man 1/1/2006
5. Fly 1/1/2006
6. Where Is Here? 1/27/2008
7. Animal 1/1/2006
8. Succubus 1/1/2006
9. Observation Mesticulation Evacuation 1/24/2006
10. The Biggest Jigsaw 1/1/2006
11. Holding Onto The Past 10/18/2008
12. Dragons On The Shelf 10/18/2008
13. A Street Diary 2/9/2006
14. The Clouds Are Us 2/9/2006
15. Response To A Second Of Death 3/20/2006
16. Spit 3/21/2006
17. Kelied - My Diamond Death 12/13/2006
18. Wicked World Wild 1/1/2006
19. A Poem For The Gullible 1/1/2006
20. The Broken Gate 1/1/2006
21. Imperfect 1/1/2006
22. Release 1/1/2006
23. Cold 1/1/2006
24. Requiem To Heroes Or Us? 1/1/2006
25. The Map 1/1/2006
26. Falling (From An Empty Pocket) 1/9/2006
27. Disintegration Is Selfish 1/9/2006
28. Hunger 1/10/2006
29. Toys (Presents From Adults) 1/13/2006
30. A Lover's Prelude 1/3/2006
31. Sexy Butterfly 1/3/2006
32. Codify (Declaring A Moment’s Anguish) 1/6/2006
33. Even Humans Explode 2/13/2006
34. The Joker's Home 2/13/2006
35. Hanging On The Telephone 2/13/2006
36. Focus 2/13/2006
37. Advice 2/17/2006
38. Reason 2/17/2006
39. Swallow Scale 2/27/2006
40. Charlatan 3/4/2006
Best Poem of Wicked Mike

God Wears Black

God was on T.V. today
Never a special moment
for he’s the news everyday
Kabila was shot but God lived
‘cause God is everywhere

God is white, God is black
God is a scud missile attack
God is a nun, God is the gun
that blew Kennedy away

God spoke to Charles Manson
the same way he spoke to Gandhi
Give the people any dream
and they will love and follow you
until I set them free

God is love, God is hate
God is the you that he creates
God is a bomb, God is the mom
that aborted you gone

God is you, God is me
He’s everything we ...

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Sexy Butterfly

The gentle snow of a full moon’s face
caressed my soul like dew-wet lace
Whirled away into that purity of a fantasy moment
by the rose beauty of your debonair smile,
I felt the loosening of my chains of exile

Your inner voice spoke to me from the world of one eye
It was the pained plea of the golden butterfly:
“Help me, ive been hurt”

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