Collusion

Pure Imagination (piano) jazz pianist-venues in Essex,Berkshire,London,W...


Bright night, miserable day;
hasten the inscribing,
as the day beats a retreat
and darkness fills the air.

Frivolously,
One transcribe till dawn,
taking quiescence here and there.
By the approach of atrocious bogans mate,
comes the pertaining to focus,
pragmatically,
it's hard. Indeed. No doubt.
that's because of ones rapture in entertainment
over critical, noteworthy, necessary homework!


Not until dawn when all is over,
does one emancipate from the boulder,
over ones shoulder.

Only to gain realisation,
of a nostalgia canalisation,
it's another fucking collusion.
FML

People fall and rise,

angel falls, demon perishes,

unlike any that regains itself of,

like bounteous that ascent,

I remain cast-away, carefree to amend and advance.

Jovial in ignorance-s,

like the child's tale of,

the frog under the coconut.

Unconcerned and lack of fear by one,

Jauntily in devilish establishments,

Questions asked repeatedly of,

WHEN? wHEN? whEN? wheN? when?

Will there be even the slightest change?

P.s: Intriguingly i'm becoming impatient to finished this assignment,

as to be able to play l4d2 :P