Vows

Listening to my emotions as they sang, dance and exclaimed you,

No tale better told between the shades of blue, remarkable illusions,

You come close to the surface it’s like the whole cyber festivities were you,

To much of life’s precious moments are marked through you, how low,

Do we fill gloomy to these imaginary tones, sang by the system, the fruit

We took auth to not impel now we detract.

Bliss of nature, the stroke of light, the mute button,

All these factors around the table, the initial sound,

As the rain bleed, the room felt warm, septic to outside brawl,

Slumber we note, addiction to the red color,

Slow steps of a toddler,

Stimulated the new look through un-sourced protein,

Annihilation of what’s blue, soggy and sad. The sluggish,

Taste of an Irish whisky, to a designated point the symbol is B+,

An irony, little the shack that housed a family of four mouse rained,

The greatness of attraction justified as glory, a room of magma,

Down in flames the soul eater went, envy and suckled with pride,

So little the twigged wiggle house keeper told,

In-house services deployed as floor cleaners called,

Seldom spikes of house maintenance glued,

Blast from the mince meat generator exclaimed noise,

Mysteries locked in basement ruptured,

Huff, puff and gentle the stale ritual evaded,

Remotely the walls are torn apart, legal elements removed,

As tall as the tower was, the lumpy over-due cereal spit,

Over-night sentiments thrown around as make do,

 Little lamp, colorful impressions, restored rituals,

Now we know where the tale ends,

The norm to correlate and coherent forces inclined,

Gloomy substances evicted as the norm of celebration,

Sweetened words, lost silent vows are retained,

Author: Velile (Jake) Samuel Nxele

‘In the theme of Less, more came”