I starred into the ways
Thus the hypocrisy is in the images
Yes the eloquence is in the images.
I starred into the ways
Captivated in the city that
Harshses beauty.
You know the beauties,
So don't fail to use the key.
The keys are the lamp.
A key opens the vase growing
lamp with myrrh fuelled with floury frankincense.
The leader is rigth but the fruity
burnt cinnamon in the river of wiggly tank dropp by bit.
Dip a tip to the honey beside the cabin
The taste is the sweetest of voice to be captured.
Use the sweet link to arrest the angels wanderring voice.
The other hive key is the play-pen.
Tie the ringlet to the verse
then sing to the angel-sentry.
They shall flow on choruses and verses
But before the angels park
stop and change the raiment.
Use the violin to open the park.
Dress with a snow and sing to slow.
Beauties shall dress you with
lunar girdle, with piano and rebranded horns.
Dont be praised.
When the chorus is over
You shall be in the city.
Ebi Robert
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/city-of-angels-5/
