Purple sprite I’m higher than that kite Those colours so bright I’m like a vamp In the day light Chilled so right With my sprite And my codeine spike A treat on my trip To the planet Fifth from the right In slow motion I lift and take flight Until that bright light I’m like a zombie With stage fright A deer caught In the headlights Drifting light No liss to fight I float on by On my trip Through the night That light is my kryptonite
Lost in a daze And at such a height Youthful adolescence So stripped of my rights With no rhythm And my swag Now not so tight My teeth so brittle But I sips alright Beady red eyes Nervous twitching And my lips so white My stool so hard Coz my colon Is dead locked on strike I need to get off From this clinical height Medicated money trail With a pharmaceutical hype The twisted tricks Of the lost and the dammed Those trapped in the darkness So void of the light
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.
Outside my rain pours, inside your heart weeps More than a breathe in your mistress reeks Girdle me all along, I wanna divest in your cape Where I can probe for the measures of your step The day you assert,
Auburn love walked bowed legs XCII years…mountain highs-valley lows, bus routes to homes of the white affluent, scrubbing dirty mosaic tiles, shadowed by stale late night celebrations of new deals… our raw deal. Auburn love walked bowed legs XCII years…Daddy’s
A shimmer of light in the darkness of my thoughts, the rare moment that the grey skies clear away and I see my surroundings exactly how I should, these briefs moments serve as a testament for my survival, Bitter and