Higher Ground

I can't explain why my bronze brown skin has opened your frame of mind I can't say why I could loose track of time reading you lines of my endless thoughts in notes that I wrote Personalized to no one other than my own words themselves I plan to be on shelves of my hearts library I want to explore this world that prophets talk about I want to get out to this hell hold Yet he will keep me hear 10-fold Like fools gold my image is misleading to the eyes Yet the ears hear the knowledge of my lips' taste My face only distracts you to be mystified by my words' mood to replace monotonous views Holistically I move you in the e waves of my bloods stream Like waking in ice water from a bad dream A GLUT OF IRONY, what does this mean? It never seems to get bad enough The worst is yet to come Like the many mansions, the many mansions in my fathers kingdom I give you the words of the 14th chapter first verse of John There he goes to prepare a place for me Before I was born, I lived there Before I came here I was above the hell here I could understand because I wasn't human I was an angel with love from every angle of my wing tips When Noah built his ark my heart poured out to him in the form of raindrops 2bcont.....