James.:.Bilione

  I am not sure my plan  nor my next move, Yet a trees bark is always rough and tough,  And well that seems to be my skin, A thin layer protecting me like a space suit,  Where is the moon, what is its shape,  Or shall I guess based on my mood.  Could I put some words to eyes to bring forth a surprise, Yet how would it be brought to thee,  Or shall I just imagine see.  As I think of me now being in the present,  Just waking from a slumber looking to bring wisdom from dream,  Putting my words into action assuming my roll, As the actor playing himself.  I am not sure of my plan or next move,   Yet a tree’s bark is always rough and tough,   And well, that seems to be my skin,   A thin layer protecting me like a space suit within. Where is the moon, what is its shape?   Shall I guess based on the mood’s escape?   Could I put words to eyes and bring a surprise,   Yet how would it reach, or shall I just imagine the sky? As I think of me now, being present,   Just waking from slumber, wisdom’s

  A subtle que, from me to you, Brings to mind, unveiling time. Believing Earth is a circle, in which I spinning, Holding onto walls knowing gravity's law. Revealing me, from all the graffiti, Polished as a pearl, yet beginning to be scene. Passing by all those thoughts, not good for team, Dancing in the dark fulfilling my dream. A subtle que from me to you,   Brings to mind unveiling time anew.   Believing Earth’s a circle, I spin,   Holding onto walls, gravity within. Revealing me from the layers unseen,   Polished as a pearl, now ready to beam.   Creating thoughts ideal for the team,   Dancing in the dark, fulfilling my dream. Each stroke, a move in the rhythm’s flow,   Becoming the scene, letting it show.   For in this spin, I take the high place,   A subtle que, showing my face. voice

  I awake to a smiling face you, How happy to be me and so beautiful too, For investing into words, bringing forth appear, Now I know how to use my wording clear, For letting go, and meditating faith, Holding onto one sure place, the porting of my mind, where I see you shine, Fulfilling my life and script in time, What a joy you are to thee, lovingly you, me. I awake, smile in, face you,   How happy to be me, and so close too.   For singing words that  you hear,   Now I know how to use my voice clear. Running go, seeing faith,   Holding onto one sure place.   That port of my mind where I see you shine,   Fulfilling my life and script in time. What a joy you are to thee,   Lovingly you, being me. voice

  When I think about owning and growing upon land, What really is to think yet grow with your kind in mind, For the beauty of thinking I believe is imagining, Willing you to increase your view of land and sea, For reality is your perception in you, To the boy who they call art baby blue. When I think about owning and growing on land,   What is there to think yet grow with your hand.   For the beauty in thinking, I believe,   Is imagining all that you can conceive. Willing you to increase your view,   Of land and sea, expanding too.   For reality lives in the mind’s bright love, you,   From the boy they call art baby blue. --- Nourishing essence growing imagination, and powering perception,  expanding one’s reality through visual vision.  voice

  Look at me,  I got all the ladies lining up, wanting to play on thee, What shall I do, should I hide in my shell, Or, maybe open up and begin to set sail. For you being pretty and blue, Singing like you are art baby, who? Let me take this time, to bring forth my view, About me loving you. Look at me,   I’ve got all the ladies lining up, you see.   What shall I do, hide in my shell?   Or open up and let the story tell? For you, being pretty and true,   Singing like you are art baby blue.   Let me take this time to show,   The love in my heart, as it grows and flows. A moment to bring me you, I speak my view,   About me, loving you. --- The lighthearted yet sincere tone, expressing admiring joy of connection, let me know how it feels! voice

  I am talking my path forward,   Thinking about the price,   Adding up figures that increase my slice.   One whole pie as I capture the sky,   Answering questions, knowing the whys. Being art, playing my part,   Running the line, minting mind at the start.   Drawing, attracting, manifesting true,   For all that I seek, I manifest you.  I rise and climb,  I shape my view, Creating my world,   I call forth you.    For love is the sign that pursues I, Bringing to mine, my blooming sky high. --- Forward-thinking mindset, blending artful purpose, attracting love and success I'm manifesting. art baby blue

  For me being me,  I take this opportunity to spin my web, In mid air connecting dots to lines, For each water bead a seedling spark, Birthing in the within, I take all mind to bend, Projecting thoughts eyes pretending real, Giving God my ideal, For feeling surreal and being tops, I water my plants knowing the plot. For me being me,   I take this chance to spin my web, free.   In mid air, connecting dots to lines,   Each water bead, a spark that shines. Birthing within, I bend all time,   Projecting thoughts in rhythm and rhyme.   Pretending real, I shape the ideal,   Giving God my vision to feel. Feeling surreal, I rise to the top,   Watering my plants, knowing the plot.   For in this gardening thought, I grow,   My seeds into dreams, I let them flow, Dancing my best being me. --- My creative process flowing ideas, intentional shaping reality.  art baby blue

  The forming of the picture molded by a meme, To carry forth my vision agreeing with light, Free as a bird taking up for flight. Knowing the end yet all excited to begin, For glory my God blows the wind. Being certain you are point controlling the game, Hearing the roar of the crowd, singing my name. Foremost you sow, seeding the word, Have you heard, speaks my Lord I host, singing into me my love, cheering toast. The formed picture, showing my team,   Carries forth my vision, agreeing with the theme.   Free as a bird, I rise for flight,   Knowing the end yet thrilled by the sight. For the glory of my God blows the wind,   Certain and sure, as the game begins.   I hear the roar, the crowd sings my name,   For in this life, I’ve mastered the frame. You sow the seed, the word is heard,   Have you listened? It’s God’s own word.   And as He speaks, I feel His love,   A toast, a cheer from heaven above. --- Reflects the stirring exciting starting being a clear vision, fueling faith certain

  Speaking essence into clarity, purpose, and powering my words, There is no secret to my way into life,   One thought, two breaths, and a heartbeat in stride.   For the record, with a refreshing reason,   I put forth my art as the fuel for each season. Knowing the mind drinks one word at a time,   I present my spells, casting reality’s climb.   Confident in each step of my day,   Knowing my prayers spark the light of the way. A fire that burns in the heart and mind,   Guiding my path, unfolding in time.   For with each word, I shape what’s real,   My journey, my art, my faith, my seal. --- The simplicity and strength in approach, belief in the power of words, and the prayers that guide my path.  art baby blue voice