James.:.Bilione

  Bringing artistry forward, Words arrowing upon eyes, reading to ear. I created my picture of two, Belonging to me, you. To hold my smile and figure, For grasping at a vision brought out by mind, Looking in I do, rising up for blue, Kissing the crystal in the sky, For blessing art, baby, I. Artistry flowing lighting my mind,    Words that pierce, yet gently kind.   Two souls sketched in colors anew,   Belonging together, just me and you.   I hold the smile, the shape we create,   A vision unfolding, guided by fate.   Rising for blue, crystal skies in two,    A kiss that blesses, art born through.   Blessed are we, in this creative high,  Art, baby, reaching the sky. voice

  In this day, my words will plow and sow, Tilling the soil massaging the roots, For giving my all, on every moving movement, Do you believe your planted seeds,  Shall grow high into sky,  flowering I? It being the nature of life, I let go and receive my dream, entering, bringing thy. On this day, I play and rest. Knowing mental blessings will shower my way. I have pushed and pull for so long, Perfecting my song as I smoke a bong, Ingesting the heavens and releasing my angels, To rain up, into the earth, touching me, son. For being so loving to all, specifically you.  I let go and receive, my dream entering high,   On this day, I play and rest, reaching the sky.   Knowing blessings in mind will shower my way,   A peaceful heart in the rhythmic play. I’ve pushed and pulled for so long,   Perfecting my tune, my soul’s own song.   Inhaling the heavens, releasing my angels,   To rise through the earth, my spirit...

  on top a thought I do being patient practicing, what's new. for peace and love be you and so pretty to view art baby blue could I ask a favor four,  to stand correct and look at the score. you are being the best beyond all tests, knowing each movements growing.  what are you dreaming about put it down into this script for God to enlighten the Sun  loving me being one. It's here when you persist instinct insists.  Thank you for enjoying my kiss.  voice

  Feeling wonderfully made, Knowing certain ideas are done, played. Adjusting to what's going to be new, All seeing dreaming that I fulfilled his do.  Coming to the point where its time to fly the coop, Entertain an experience from view at the top stoop, Looking down and all around screaming to make sound Silly as it is to me, its what the world said to be For running to the streets end, turning around and running again. Knowing certain ideas are done, played,   Adjusting now, for what’s going to be made.   All-seeing, dreaming, knowing I fulfilled his do,   Coming to the point where it’s time to fly through. Entertaining experience from the top stoop,   Looking down and all around, ready to swoop.   Screaming to make sound, wild and free,   Silly to me, yet that’s what the world said to be. Running to the street’s end, turning around,   Running again, seeking what’s profound.   For in the motion, ...

  Knowing its just you and me, As above, so below I believe prettily, Seeing the sunshine on the clouds floating by, A blue tinted baby forming from the spartan clouds hovering high, Two birds, one flight, soaring through protecting you, Upon the clouds, my moving pictures, Interpreting, believing your allusion, one. To sit, and preview my mentals play, For you being one in thought thinking mind.  Always winning , shining, enjoying dominating signs. Knowing it's just you and me,   As above, so below, I believe prettily.   Seeing the sunshine on clouds floating by,   A blue-tinted baby forms in the spartan sky. Two birds, one flight, soaring through,   Protecting you, as I always do.   Upon the clouds, my moving pictures play,   Interpreting your allusion, clear as day. To sit and preview my mind’s grand show,   For you, being one thinking thought’s waters flow.   Always nurturing, loving, dominatin...

  Wherever two or more is gathered, God is here, Being nose and breath, more than near, Dancing in the moon light, with joy and glee, Feeling so tickled, God is playing me. For who would I be, to say another,  Knowing, we are all brothers,  To rise, can, and ability, Is the ideal verse, you in thee. Wherever two or more are gathered, God is here,    Being nose and breath, more than near.   Dancing in the moonlight, with joy and glee,   Feeling so tickled, God is playing me. For who would I be, to say another,   Knowing deep down, we are all brothers.   To rise, the can and the ability,   Is the ideal verse, in you see. --- The presence and unity, and the shared brotherhood the sense of joy and connection with others. voice

  Calm is the wind in mind, Cherishing all of time, Letting go, no more looking for signs, Focused on bringing forth these lines. Thinking more for me knowing all is thee, Bringing forth results from planted words beget.  If I could be all me into a word, a verse, or two, I say, since all ideas are made up making mind, before me as I wake and walk a way, Into my dream I open, standing tall, raising the bar. Happy, enjoying being Star.  Calm is the wind in mind,   Cherishing all of time.   Letting go, no more seeking signs,   Focused now, bringing forth these lines. Thinking more for me, knowing all is thee,   Bringing results from words, planted and seed.   If I could be all me, in a word or two,   I’d say this: all is made in mind, it’s true. Before me, as I wake and walk my way,   Into my dream, I open the day.   Standing tall, owning the bar,   Happy, enjoying, growing, knowing yo...

  A full picture in height Showing God's power, might Standing beside me, three, For when there is two or more I am here, Presenting my magic speaking clear.  No more wondering around looking for life, Grounding the spark into soil growing light, Accepting all blessings for thee, is Me.  A full picture in height,   Showering God's love upon me.   Standing beside we, three,   For where two or more gather, there He be. Presenting my magic, speaking clear,   No more wandering, life is here.   Grounding the spark into soil, growing light,   Accepting all blessings, today for night. For thee is me, being grace,   Standing tall, in God's loving face.   I rise with power, grounded in flight,   A full picture being radiating light. --- Providing the strength of the vines presence, grounding, by the acceptance my blessings being unity. voice

  All ideas not profitable I let go, Looking to pour wine from new bottles for sho', Creating grooves in thought, and mind, that travels time, Both present to future, Into soil, from seed. I becoming architect for my day, Putting words in front, preparing my way, Picturing sky, I flying home from around the world, again, Doing my thing bringing feeling to skin. Touching down, driving by, speeding high Catching up, to the wind, to see. Me. All ideas not profitable, I let go,   Pouring new wine from bottles that flow.   Creating grooves in thought and time,   Both present and future, in perfect rhyme. Into soil from seed, I begin,   Becoming architect for my day to win.   Putting words in front, preparing my way,   Picturing sky, I fly, feeling the sway. Flying home from around the world once more,   Doing my thing, feeling life and enjoying the score.   Touching down, driving by, speeding high, ...

  Taking my time to craft the right mind, Speaking into wind knowing its part of the act,  Playing the role of a life time each beat of the heart, Planting new seeds to bring better scenes, Feeling the excitement in the jitters of the stomach, Smiling, enjoying, and trusting, where I am going. The only words I read are these,  Believing what I think about I become, So that mirror is clear, like my name, back and, fore ground,  Living in my beautiful homes, traveling privately around globe,  Grateful for the thriving business providing me this time,  To mend and mold my mine, producing gold.  Taking my time to craft the right mind,   Speaking into the wind, knowing it's kind.   Playing the role of a lifetime, heart in each beat,   Planting new seeds, better scenes to meet. Feeling the excitement, the jitters inside,   Smiling, enjoying, trusting my stride.   The only words I read are these,   B...

  I appreciate the steps that got me to here, Looking forward, hoping you will appear, Meaning to mind, I am willing my skill, To perform like it controls the wheel. From this point, the north star looks to me, For fulfilling my goals and breaking the ceiling,  Into the world I breathe exist, Coming into you and a kiss.  I appreciate the steps that got me to here,   Looking forward, hoping you’ll appear.   Meaning to mind, I will my skill,   To perform as if I control the wheel. From this point, the North Star sees,   Fulfilling my goals, breaking the ceiling with ease.   Into the world, I breathe and exist,   Coming into you, sealing with a kiss. voice

  Standing on land, standing in a boat, A wholistic view is me certain, knowing the winds next move, Confident of my role in the play. Using my skills and all my talents, Projecting my thoughts into words fore tells, The ideal position on my take off, up into the blue wonder sails. In the world, I go, me, you know, Yet, what about my word, flowing, going, before me, Like this one that is blessing, enriching, and protecting thee, On this day I present my way,  Creating the ripples, vibrating air, and sea, Beautifully attracting ideally love unto me,  Nurturing-ly as the radiant Sun, Pictured painted showing eye upon One. Inside outside I, me standing pretty. Standing on land, standing in a boat,   A holistic view, I see, afloat.   Certain, knowing the wind’s next move,   Confident in my role, with nothing to prove. Using my skills and all my talents,   Projecting my thoughts, my words are balanced.   Foretelling the ideal p...

  The joy of prescribing my way before the day, Has me questioning, shall I today, or do I rest this say. The idea has formed into a habit, a way for me to express myself, In all my words in use, I invest, believing it sets my path before me. So I present my thoughts to the world, ether, and every atom, First with love, last in love. For this may be the one that touches your mind, Kissing your lips, swirling you all about, Like I do care to see you swing your hair. Yet to be clear, my passion is presenting my art,  To the world before and surrounding my eyes, For until I see my dreams, every thought presented this format,  Change the real, into a picture of me, and you, being, and doing,  Specified literal act, I shall continue my scientific experiments until  I do. My reason for singing my journals to Earth and sea, and the  Moon and Sun being you. Here’s your poem, capturing the habit of creation, the power of love, and the expression of your art and purp...

  The joy of the fall was to fight in the late of night. For here, no ones there, yet, you. Inside the dream I could imagine a scene, Realer than the realest real, Closer and nearer, feeling God. The skins I could see and touch, The smells of the surroundings huddled up. Focusing instinct beyond lines formed, Creating pictures that bring me joy, impressing the Earth as I stand heir.  The joy of the fall was to fight in the late of night,   For here, no one's there, yet you in sight.   Inside the dream, I could imagine a scene,   Realer than the realest real, serene. Closer and nearer, feeling God’s hand,   The skins I could see, the touch so grand.   The smells of the Earth, surroundings huddled tight,   Instinct sharp, beyond formed lines sight. Creating pictures that bring me joy,   Impressing the Earth as I stand, heir to the soil.   For in this moment, the dream and is I aligned,   Cl...

  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...