Undergrowth

Always rooted in vague delusions of what should be, Seasonal-emotions never breaking the surface, Shying away from the air of freedom earned through territorial-turmoil. Perforated ideals driven deep towards fertile darkness… Directionless-bliss-boiling-leaching. Mindful-underling creeping-locking-labyrinth of expectation; The roots of my system mislead and corrupted. Pale reinvention of a fiend too young to die peacefully… Too old for the disillusionment of gods decaying through apathy. How pretty the empty spaces between my thoughts are… Wedged between the chlorophyll-lies of visual deception, Bringing serenity and harmony to accepting eyes, Wanting-desperation hidden in the iris of loneliness, Petals mocking the albino-flesh-tubes coursing, Structural-defect of the truths sacrificed for colourful lives. Short-lived-melodic-gardens shivering with Time passing its caress, Mutated pigmented dreams sent forth by the undergrowth; The world above a world… The lie above the truth… The Me above myself. BY CONRAD FELDMAN (29/01/2007-RSA)