Opinions like onions The word on the street Expressions of impressions Sometimes don’t come so cheap Openly flaunted Or tongue in cheek A message in disguise Mailed, blogged or in a tweet A picture posted With no form of retreat Rise and defend Or just accept defeat
Opinions like onions A message some might despise But judgment comes swift At an unfamiliar price For uneducated guesses Of sugar coated lies From a prophet to a people Not so wise From souls that are seated With maggots and flies Where gnashing of teeth Crack bone chilling cries
Opinions like onions Not reasonably fried Opinions like onions Bring tears to one’s eyes Opinions like onions Burn with a poetic freedom That never really dies
I am Russell Anderson Born in Pietermaritzburg Kwa Zulu Natal in 1971. I have traveled throughout South Africa and have settled in Vereeniging in the Vaal. I am a Husband and a father to Eight (Ya 8 crazy minions), I have been drawing and doing art work since the womb and for the past five years I have been writing motivational / spiritual poetry and I go by TTTD - The Thought That Did. I have a message for the world, just looking for the platform.
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I