We are so honored to welcome our newest contributor to Team Bold Spicy!
Poet, Published Writer, Yoga Enthusiast, and Good Karma Super Star…
The brilliantly quirky, lover of life, Mikel K.
I’m a poet, and the poetry game, as I am playing it, is a weird one. Yesterday, I came home from a great night out, to find that someone had left nearly a dozen messages on my Facebook page saying that I was, “Fat,” that I was a. “Hippy,” a “Fat Hippy,” and that my poetry sucked. This person(s) even went so far as to say that a recipe that I had posted was the only decent poem that I had written.
Tonight, I went to the mail box, and found a package that contained a beautiful Christmas cd, cash, and a note that said, “Mikel, you are an inspiration to many.”
Such is the bi-polar nature of audiences. Some folks will love you unabashedly, and some will passionately hate you; filled, most likely, with some sort of envy. The envious think that you have something that they want. The envious think that you have something that you don’t.
I mentioned, on my Facebook page, as well as what was said in the note of love, and I got some nice reactions:
Patti O. Furniture: “What the fuck kind of people have you been Facebook friending?! I disagree with this asshole’s sentiment.”
Thomas Dodd: “The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.”
Conchita del Mundo: “It was probably someone from your past. I bet they didn’t use a real name.
The fact that they took time out of their day to do something so negative shows what a wanker they are. Who has time for that shit? if they had an ounce of cojones they’d say it to your face.
Jane Elliott Reis ”Envy eats nothing, but it’s own heart.” It sounds like this person is carrying around a lot of envy, and a slowly rotting heart.
Envy is the art of counting the other fellow’s blessings instead of your own.–Harold Coffin
“Envy is thin because it bites but never eats.”–Spanish Proverb
“Envy is the most stupid of vices, for there is no single advantage to be gained from it.”–Honore de Balzac
Billy Fields: “You have really affected this person and they are paying attention to what you do. How else would they have found the recipe? Hate is one of the most sincere forms of flattery.”
I have been called fat before, and people have said, once or twice, in the twenty eight years that I have been writing it, that my poetry sucks. John Lennon once said, “I want everyone to love me, and to buy my records.” I feel the same way, but realize, as I am sure that he did, that it just is not possible.
Today, I bring a new friend into The Daily K fold, or maybe, more aptly, they bring me into their fold: The Daily K will now appear near daily in The Bold n Spicy News. I have to thank Kimberly James, who writes a fine fine music column in The Bold n Spicy News for turning me onto Bold n Spicy. Check Kimberly out at:
Besides being a poet, I am a memoirist, which means that, almost daily, I will bring you snippets of my life. The streets and sidewalks iced, here, last night, and it was impossible for me to get to my Wednesday night Iyengar Yoga class.
I love my Yoga class, but you have to do what you have to do in this world, and roll with the punches. You have to take the good with the bad. You have to realize that it is always darkest before the dawn, and that “that which doesn’t kill you only makes you grow stronger.”
On the porch, my beautiful porch that I call, “The Love Porch,” I noticed that my neighbors, my beautiful neighbors, who I call, “The Good Neighbors,” because they are so very good, were home, and I knocked on their door. As they are wont to do, they invited me in, and the next thing I knew Amber Good Neighbor was handing me a plate topped with a slice of the most beautiful looking pizza that I have ever seen that was made from scratch by Adam The Good Neighbor.
Amber’s mom, Susan, was visiting from a cold Northern state, but she was as warm as a Caribbean day; beautiful, and charismatic like here daughter. If I had gone to Yoga, I would have missed out on this wonderful visit with these wonderful people.
I used to live with regrets, now I live with Good Neighbors, and a couple of dogs named Morisson, and Bundy, a couple of cats named Kobain, and Jaggar, and two turtles named Prynce, and Rue Paul.
I will tell you more about them in the days to come, but that is all for now.
Awwwww you inspire me always brother. They should know your long history in the music scene and in writing in general!!!!
Yes, Kimberly…as you age, your history gets looooooonger!
Back when you had the K Hotline was the best. Some of those messages were off the hook!
Glad to see you getting the support you deserve here.
I had forgotten about, The Hotline!” Didn’t we put a couple of those recordings on one of The Mikel K Band cd’s? (You know I know we did!)
I had what was just a voice mail back then, I don’t know that I dare put my phone number with The Daily K, but I might!!
Happy Holidays to The Miller Family.
Mikel, this is great. Much love and happiness to you.
Kim, It is great to hear from you. Thanks you for your well wishes. May God’s Love be with you, and your family.