City Of Angels - Poem by Ebi Robert
I starred into the ways,
for the hypocrisy is in the images.
Yes! the eloquence is in the images,
in this mocky, reflecting ways.
I starred into the way,
Captivated in the city that
paints beauty everyday,
with the sides my shadows fat.
You know the beauties,
do not fail to use the key.
Take up the dices,
abide by the Angel-Dicey.
The key is the lamp,
it opens the growing vase
with myrrh fuelled with
Take up the voice fruity,
burnt cinnamon, in the river
speaking with a thousand voice, fruity.
Dip a tip to the honey beside the vase,
After which the blessed-out while wise,
shall upon lips romance this sweet thing.
Use the sweet link to halt
the creatures wanderring voice.
The key is the play-pen,
Mightiest of all organs of men.
Tie the ringlet to the verse,
and then sing as the angels lie.
They shall flow on choruses and verses,
And turn in tones as we throw the dices.
But before the angels' Soprano
Rise on vine-vocals, contralto!
Use the violin to sow the solo
and with the snow, sing slow.
Beauties shall run the piano
Upon keys, rebranded horns and suppranino.
Choirly, choose the chorus,
For angels' voices are not known to crack.
Dont be praised,
When the chorus is over
You shall be in the city.
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