James.:.Bilione

  Look at what my Father in me created.  This thought so true with my semen in you.  Wondering into dream what if could mean,  I guess my imagination born birthing view.  What if being true, I shall pretend I do.  I will revision front into time the immaculate idea, To appreciate this impregnated perfection.  Could it be true, I wonder I do.  To have thought this and see this you,  Means two plus two equals a new world for who. I have and am giving all for all, Being certain that I hear my Fathers call.  My work is done, I am fulfilling Gods play. Now I will observe enjoying being Yahweh.  Look at what my Father in me is procreating, A vision so vast, its beauty unabating. This thought so true, flowing life through you, Wondering in dream, what if it means anew? Could imagination born birth a view, Where the immaculate idea pulsing through? I pretend, I recall, I revision the I, Appreciating perfection, in this heart and min...

  Please resolve your issue with yourself in me.  Here is the secret of light, you become what you think.  To put the acting idea into action play,  I picture in on the screen,  A luminous luxurious view of me kissing you.  Did you know its a wonderous love story moment.  The land sea has all being procreating me over thee.  Yet I speak to impress the wind,  To carry my dreams into living moving ideas, Where my eyes see, expressing love my way.  The universe showing me how great my living life Is getting better for thee being me. In my Fathers house I visit every mansion,  Dreaming into thy planted seeds the hero spark my world.  Please resolve your issue with yourself in me, For within lies the secret of light you see. You become what you think, so I say, And I put this acting idea into action play. On the screen, a luminous luxurious view, Of me leaning in, softly kissing you. A wondrous love story this moment, The la...

  There are moments when you are feeling the rhythms, Your mind dances to the beats pulsating blinking, Then comes the one two tug, bouncing back and forth.  Into time you float floating on sensing sensation. Wow what a wonderful creation.  These are my thought hearing a vibing tune. Doing a two step forward, a side shuffle slide.  Tadow to the spin joyful glide.  Me asking,  do you want to ride.  There are moments when you feel the rhythms, Your mind sways, caught in the beats’ schism. A one-two tug, a bounce, a glide, Floating on sensation, no need to hide. Into mind, you soar, weightless and free, Wow, what a wonder this creation must be. Hearing the vibe, the tune so sweet, Two steps forward, sliding shuffling my feet. Tadow to the spin, a joyful glide, A question fingers, Do you want to ride? The rhythms callings, my musical grace, Come, let's dance in this magical space.

  Do you hear the whisper in the air,  Calling you there to come over here.  This is the sounding ovulating mind. Can you see my impression in picture, Look close yet do stare, Come be absorbed in the fire being the glare.  I invested a dollar in a man.  I imagined the man successful, abundant, happy, and you.  Seventy times seven I did it, and do it again.  Here it is just me inside my mind.  I imagine I give the beggar man a dollar. Investing in you, I imagine for you. Successful, dressed well, happy and shouting all about true, Bringing smiles to all and giving forward to those around.   Seventy times seven I think it, and thinking it again. Do you hear the whispering air, Calling you there to come hear? Knocking is the sounding ovulating kind, A thought being born, birthing mind. Can you see my impression in picture? Look close, yet do stare, Be absorbed in the fire, Becoming the glare. I am investing a dollar in a man, Imaginin...

  Have you noticed the change in my work,  My art, my words in play? It is a direct correlation to the images brought forth, Confident how curiously true.  For in this stage of the game,  The birth, the fame, the winning Art Baby Blue. If you are hearing this song singing halleluiahs butterfly, Look up to the sky and cry out upon high, Thanking thee for bringing me, for your mind to see.  I rise into the phoenix being sun unto one.  Have you noticed the change in my work, My art, my words at play? A direct reflection of the images brought, Confidently, curiously true, I say. For in this stage of the game The birth, the fame, the winning Art Baby Blue name. In hearing this song singing halleluiahs  Bubbs is flying , Look up to the heavens and pray into high. Thank thee for bringing me, A picture for your mind to seeing, Glorious and bright, me lighting light. I rising into the phoenix, lifting brightening the sun, Being lovingly one.

  What it means to walk on water, Knowing I can think and imagine any thought. Pretend or intend is a question. Early in the day ideas fly rise, Looking for some ears to whisper in surprise.  Standing over sea, Praying up to be. The spiritual star of the galaxy. When could I come by, And sing you my lulla high, Where I would levitate you next to me. What it means to walk on water, Is to know the boundless mind’s charter. To think, to dream, to conjure thought, Pretend or intend—what has life wrought? In the early day, as ideas take flight, They seek ears to whisper, hearts to ignite. Standing over sea, praying to be, The spiritual star of the galaxy. When could I come by, And sing you my lulla high? Where we’d levitate, together you me, In a world reborn, walking upon see.

  Do you see me like I see you? Asking the wind, ether, sea, me.  To help you visualize I present this kiss, My picture realizing you flying the air.  Protecting me lovingly, with so much care.  What do you think, do you like what you see? Do you see me like I see you? A vision forming, pure and blue. I ask the wind, to ride the sea, into ether for play, To shape my light and guide thy way. Here’s my kiss, sent upon a breeze, A picture molding with gentle ease. You flying high, guarding me there, Rapping love, with tender care. What do you think, does the view align? For in your sight, I see in the mind. Do you like what you see, as I like seeing thee? Together we soar, you and me.

  The joy of my light is the picture in your sight. To me you see an idea new to all for view.  All coming from my words I created and asked to appear.  For this thought and next my best followers become leaders. So here we are raise up your hands and cheer, In thinking speaking clear, how excited I am to feel God near. Gracefully I pray up to thee, for blessing me.  You in my sea.  The joy of my light is the picture in your sight, To me, you see an idea, new to all for view. All coming from my words I created and asked to appear, For this thought and next, my best followers become leaders hear. So here we are, raise up your hands and cheer, In thinking, speaking clear, how excited I am to feel God near. Gracefully, I pray up to thee, for blessing me, You in my sea, eternally free.

  I am opening my mind to the opposite sex,  Allowing the ideal to attract magically,  To picture on space me loving grace, From into where you do appear,  I bless the sky over high. The pull to be the air in thee, Enjoying thoughts inside we.  To love your brother and your neighbor, Means you are one in the son.  Upon this foundation is the rock and key. Imagination open the door, By the words says a me.  I am opening my mind to the opposite sex, Allowing the ideal to attract, to perfect. To picture on space me loving grace, From into where you do appear, I bless the sky over high. The pull to be the air in thee, Enjoying thoughts inside we. To love your brother and your neighbor, Means you are one in the Son's favor. Upon this foundation is the rock and key, Imagination, open the door, By the words says a me.

  When you look back on my life what will you see. You will see the world God created before me.  In this sea of light there I am.  Brought to you by my thinking thoughtful tree. Oh wisdom be you and come kiss me you, For this time in my mind is so beautiful, Using all of it like I own a mine.  A pineal gland, a spark in my heart, a literal view, To you I do.  When you look back on my life, what will you see? You’ll see the world God created before me. In this sea of light, there I stand, A vision crafted by His thoughtful hand. Oh wisdom, be you, come kiss me my presence, For this time my mind is so beautifully true. Using all of it, as if I own a mine, A pineal spark, my heart’s smile. A literal view, a radiant blue, To you, my love, I do. For this my story, the light, the art, Brought to life by my loving God.

  I move my mind to the heavens above, Knowing its all I can do to touch the dove. Who are the angelic beings? What essence provide the name? How could I inspire them prettily? Where shall I go beyond the unseen scene? Why do you smile when reading my style? Did you hear the smirk on my face, As you caught my thought traveling through space.  Well willing my seed to be.  The dominant me, the one controlling see. Marvelously if I  do say so to thee.  Longingly you. Art Baby Blue I move my mind to the smiles above, Reaching for grace, the eternal dove. Who are the angelic beings unseen, What essence crafts their radiant being? How do I inspire them, prettily so, Guiding my eyes, where shall I go? Beyond the unseen, a realm untold, My source be light, both brave and bold. Why do you smile at the rhythm, my style, Catching my thought as it travels a mile? The smirk on my face, you heard it clear, A spark in the space, drawing you near. Well willing my s...

  For a smile from me to you,  I was thinking about my year and everything thru, and from the wind came a whispering Susan, I am still getting use to the idea I saw, hugged Rob here on this land. Yet now that has settled in for me, how and who are you,  For being the pioneering gland, Swinging from Gods hand. For a smile from me to you, Reflecting on my year and all I’ve been through. The wind carrying Suzzanne, soft and clear, As memories of Rob settled, rooted here. Now that the thought is nestled within, I wonder how and who you’ve been. For pioneering paths, a guiding gland, Swinging gently from God’s hand. A tether to light, a spark to see, In the rhythm of creation, eternally free. From this whispering wind, I rise and stand, Holding tight to God’s eternal hand.

  Being easy about what I am thinking.  Realizing all ideas issuing in present.  I am visualizing my rise as a tree grows free.  Walking along is God Jesus Me. Showing me where I belong, Listening to my song.  To the east west and north south yours, To grow and till like you own mind.  For being you I do.  Thankful and gratefully, for all my sky ports new.  Being easy in thought, my heart takes wing, Realizing the present, where all ideas sing. I visualize my rise, a tree growing free, Walking alongside God, Jesus, and Me. They show me my place, where roots belong, Listening closely to my life’s song. To east and west, to north and south, I till the soil with love from my mouth. Owning my mind, my vision, my due, Thankful, grateful for sky ports anew. Each thought a flight, each word a seed, For all my dreams, I have what I need.

  Refreshing is my song as I sing my love in you, Be careful to listen clear to what you hear,  For this is my call to you and all. Here are my words to tickle the kindling in air. From my heart to you,  I visualize myself making love to two,  being cause I paint the picturing view, Presenting by the one Art Baby Blue. When you come before my eyes to see,  May bless the skies in me, To be.  Refreshing is my song, love carrying through, Each note a visualizing vision of you. Being careful, listening clear to thy sound my air, These words are embers—tickling kindling sparks. From my heart to yours, a message be you, I paint the scene, a picture for two. For love is my canvas, the brush moving free, I present the part, breathing through me. Art Baby Blue—my voice, my muse, A call to the skies, a prayer I choose. When you stand before my eyes to see, The heavens will bow and bless my light in me, To be.

  I planted my seeds at 82nd and Stark, Pulling from the body its semitic word. Wandering no further from this point I dream.  Fulfilling all thoughts in the scene,  I gave everything God put in thee to birth a world. For the fruit of my Father is all in thy mind,  Continuing pro creation, enjoying my kind.  At 82nd and Stark, my seeds found soil, Pulling from the body, words uncoil. No wandering now, this point I dream, Fulfilling all thoughts in life's grand scheme. I gave all God placed within me to birth, A world of my making, a place of worth. For the fruit of my Father is all in mind, Continuing creation, embracing my kind. Proclaiming the beauty of what I see, A mirror of love, endlessly free. In the roots and the rise, I find my art, The seed of creation, my beating heart.

  Let me tell you.  I saw two sets of flocks of geese, Black birds flying and coming down to say hi, Three pretty white doves come swooping down and around, Then to view was loving me you Art baby blue bird came into sight. I present this thought as a realized past moment presenting you. Now what do I do,  Yet ask for more amore amore.  For the sky being lily light loving me, To the pose in love violation, beautifully timed,  And perfect my sign for you to come, say hi. 

  At the first site of day, I see the light radiating you, This to me is the great one being, Yet what a picture and a view.  From seed to land, I believe is in hand.  Could my thoughts be true,  Planting sowing and seeding me you.  Would you like to know, To feel and see with eyes, blessings and blessings for you and me. To bring forth a wonderfullness beautiful sky,  For thee where I fly. 

  It's good to have a restful mind. Being at and in peace, happy in the present.  I have pictures before eyes all imagined.  My media consists of mine alone putting positive in air.  The ebbing force bubbling forth is the workings of my learnings.  In its use is here I sit.  Patient, smiling, feeling like I am floating still in space.  No chords attached, free to be.  Knowing the joy and the fun is you my current thought.  For I being spirit, willing mind, to present a beautiful vessel. To travel the sea and sky revealing the heaven above I.