James.:.Bilione

  To the reader of my message in a bottle, So it seems if one dreams a thought into an idea, Watering it, nurturing it, journaling it, Believing it, I realize new it exists.  For where else though shall it.  To gain it in the mind whereby one holds, Stand tall and be happy for all.  For me the message in the bottle,  I feel easy about dreams for expect abundance, Joy, love from the most high,  And in my mind these words come true, For me who is tending tilling thy. To my angels, myths gods goddesses harnessing  Around protecting I, waiting for my call out to sky, It has come unto thee, God premeditated me. And He being God and overseer thee,  Gratefully be these words you see. Hear.  To the reader of my message in a bottle,   Know this—dreams born as thoughts take form,   Watered, nurtured, journaled, believed,   Into the new here and existing, as I conceived.   For where else could they, wondering me?   Standing tall, holding them in mind, being grateful for the way.   From this bottl

  Those who have finished by making all others think with them have usually been those who began by daring to think for themselves.—Colton. I new approach to life and at once began,   Believing in beings similar to and greater like me, Over seers protecting thee,  Grateful for the birds flying soaring I, Feeling a word coming up in a surge, Striking a chord as my sounds converge. When my words presented to light, And eyes see why one must speak right, I mind my Fathers business living loving life, Everything I think within looking beautiful heights achieved sight. Me watering seeds under the sea and one Knowing, showing and experiencingly, enjoying all Gods fruits for I being son. Those who have finished by making all others think with them,   Have usually begun by daring to think for themselves.   A new approach to life ignites my path,   Believing in beings both similar to and beyond,   Guardians who oversee and protect thee.   Grateful for birds that fly and soar,   I rise with thei

  I put forth my words into the ether to manifest form, Presenting heir of wins picture visioning clear, For the art of being me and dominating the air. Believing my wording I do,  Asking to respond loving view. A dream to being and seeing, Feeling the presence is me. Molding it thee, for all we be. In bringing certainty to how my environment is shaping, Appreciating all minds making taking being creation.  Built I, formidable formation.  I put forth my words into the ether to manifest form,   Each syllable crafting the shape of the storm.   Presenting heir of wins, visioning clear,   For the art of being me, dominating the air.   Believing my wording, asking for view,   Responding with love, a dream come true.   To being and seeing, feeling presence as me,   Molding the moment into what we can be.   Certainty flows, shaping my ground,   Appreciating creation in all mines found.   Built I, a structure strong and fine,   A formidable formation sculpting by mind.   With each thought cast

  I have an assuming position in life, Brought to the light by minds bright eye. A picture of me reflecting in a mirrored sky,  The radiating sight perfecting my view,  For the one and true, Art Baby Blue. Believing, becoming, what I think about, Trusting the process, seeing proceeds ripe fruit. Agreeing with the one who perceiving you.   I have earned my position in life,   Brought to sight through vision’s light.    A picture of me, a mirror’s Sun,   Radiating sight, perfection’s One.   For you, Art Baby Blue,   A journey brought, becoming thought anew.   Believing, transforming, me I see,   Trusting the process, setting soul free.   Agreeing with the perceiver’s art,   The view ahead, a radiant start.   Mirrored reflections, steady on you,   The world aligning loving Art Baby Blue.  

  Being at ease and thinking clearly,  Choosing what thought to think and image to bring before eyes, Here is a view of me to you. For building ideas into words, that grow skyscrapers touching sky, I bring images to mind to perfect each ideal picture, So here is thee presenting a pivotal scene, In my life's dream.  Confident in knowing what is beginning to show,  Happy for every seed I sowed.  Being at ease and thinking clearly,   Choosing thoughts as stars, nearly,   A vision I bring, a view to you,   For building ideas into words that grew.   Skyscrapers touch the sky's face,   A reflection of my dreams' steady pace.   Each image honed, ideal and pure,   Pivotal scenes of my life Gore.   Confident in knowing what begins to glow,   Happy for every seed I sowed below.   This is my life's dream taking shape,   A masterpiece born from the landscape.   Here, I stand, presenting to thee,   The grandeur of what my mind can see.   Art Baby Blue, creating anew,   Sowing seeds

  From my nights sleep I wake, At the pleasing of my will, I release wording, skill. To be, I do, being the answer to a question, The purpose is my words presented to you. By speaking arrows for me, into grow and radiating light.  For if my words never return void, Being in my Fathers house I imagine about, Good love growing, spreading, knowing leading pack family,  My company tribe, who like to fly through skies, I rocket from space, mind bending time, opening sesame, star gate.  Upon the sight, this visioning scene, Me and my being. 

  This is a version of me,  Somewhere in between the earth and the sea, Rustling the fire in be, bringing forth the rise in thee, When a knock on my door, came a question in me.  Imagination knocking, asking me, how I do what I do. In an instinctual kiss to my love I speak, Grateful for what the year has brought me you.  Imagining mind how loving you be, to me,  yet for you being Art Baby Blue. How wonderful and true and so pretty, me you.  My present to eyes and life picturing see, Good love ten stores growing, And my imagination be showing. There is me,   Somewhere between the earth and sea,   Rustling fire within, bringing forth my rise,   A knock on my door, a question in my eyes. Imagination knocking, asking how I do,   In an instinctual kiss, my love speaks you,   Grateful for the gifts this year has brought—   For you, my love, in every thought. Imagining mind, how loving you be,   To me, for you, Art Baby Blue, see.   How wonderful, true, so pretty you, me—   My present to eyes

  Four rich new grounds As I mold the pictures around Being about my business, Here I am scribing words at five a.m., Planting seeding experiences for the day. In a wonderful say, I attract blessings my way, for asking and expecting knowing its given, For producing this art for your eyes to read,  Proving what thoughts my images I draw near, Universe showing me how grateful the world is for thee as I take a bow and jump into the being That pretty boy you Art baby blue. Four rich new ground,   As I mold pictures all around,   Busy in my craft, here I am—   Scribing words at five a.m., Planting seeds for the harvesting day,   In a wonderful way, blessings come my way.   For asking, expecting, knowing it’s given,   This art is drawing eyes for envision. Proving my thoughts, my images near,   Universe showing me—grateful and clear.   As I take a bow, stepping into being,   Art Baby Blue, singing dreaming.

  I call a scene into being, From the unseen sight, Bringing forth eyes that brighten my light, I believe its you the one for the Sun, Who God created for me, His unique One. For this beautiful sign knowing seeds proceeding, Agreeing sub consciously to my dream breathing. Feeling the heir and vibrating clear, My moon Titan singing into ear.  I call a scene into being,   From unseen sight,   Bringing forth eyes that brighten my light.   I believe it’s you, the one for the Sun,   Whom God created as His unique One. A beautiful sign, seeds proceeding,   Aligning with my dream, breathing and leading.   Feeling the heir, vibrations clear,   My moon, my Titan, singing into, ringing ear.