Broken Souled Man by Myke Madd

Myke Madd is a proud resident of Salt Spring Island.

This is a picture of a world I see
Black and white like the old TVs.
A beautiful world that I just can’t see.
‘Cause without you there is no me
‘Cause without you there is no me.

The dirty cup that I am, a broken souled man, like a beach that has no sand. A husband that just lost his wife. Now his life has no meaning. Like the pastor that stops believing. Or the blind man that just stopped seeing. I’m a school where the kids won’t stop teasing. I’m the mistake that has no reason. I’m the … Continue reading

Nice by Myke Madd

Myke Madd is a proud resident of Salt Spring Island.

Nice. You don’t know nice. Nice is like going to school with head lice. Nice is like a warm drink without ice. Nice is like a farm with a thousand mice. Nice is like something you want with too high a price. Nice is like your dick in-between a vise. Nice is like when you know shit but people still give you advice. Nice is like when ordering a pizza and it’s missing a slice. Nice is like cooking a dinner and you have no spice. Nice is like sharing cable but you have no splice. Nice is like you … Continue reading