James.:.Bilione

  A new approach to living life is ripe, More of what I shall do in preview, Moving characters and props into place as I see. The purpose for this is the ease in mind,  Knowing it will form into line.  How do I bring it out best,  Having passed each and every test? Whatsoever things ye desire,  when ye pray,  Believe that ye receive them and ye shall have them. Is my mantra for the way as I premeditate my day. In bringing this approach to my experience, Not seeking approval yet searching for clearance.  Expanding where I reside, in minds inside, Patient for the picture to reproduce outside, For eyes to see and skin to feel, Enjoying these thoughts that I am bringing real.  A new approach to living life is ripe, Previewing moments under mind's bright light. Moving characters and props into line, Purposeful scenes shaped with ease in time. How do I bring it out best, I ask, Having passed each and every task. Whatsoever things ye desire, when y...

  I have been making love in my imagination, And the feeling is secreting joys to ears, Hearing whispers over, there.  To know what is coming into show, For my words must come go. Up into sky beyond the clear,  Standing up over the sun is hear, Radiating vibrating playing singing air keeping beat, Being certain that I know my seat.  Feel for a moment with me,  Thinking and holding your trophy dreamt, Letting go growing heights, Free flowing watering light. Appreciating God every breathing see, Gratefully through, my love finds you, Prettily Me.  Art Baby Blue. I have been making love in my imagination, Feeling joys secreting into life's vibration. Whispers carried softly over there, Bringing dreams into the open air. To know what is forming, coming into show, For my words ascend, and onward they go. Rising through the sky, beyond the clear, Standing as the So n, His presence near. Radiating, vibrating, a symphony to keep, Certainly I am of my eter...

  I feel like I slayed my dragon. If a thought is a thing well I am braggin. For seeing idea come true in picture view,  Is a beautiful place to wonder.  What's next and where to pretty you? Maybe Art Baby Blue should do a world tour true. To marry a fact and to cement too,  Is how I feel saying I do.  I feel like I’ve slayed my dragon, If a thought is a thing, well, I am braggin’. Seeing ideas come true in vivid view, A beautiful place where dreams wander through. What’s next, and where to, Pretty You? Maybe Art Baby Blue should tour the world, true. To marry a fact, to cement it too, Is how I feel saying, I do. Each step I take, a victory in kind, Building my castle, both body and mind. My yearnings are unfolding, shining the light you, Guided by love, by dreams, and Me, Art Baby Blue.

  Each day i live i create wonderfully, I put that before the play,  to let it word its way. Can you like I? Imagine a seed grow into a flower and beyond. As eyes water the soil in dream and thought, moistening the shell of the dream begot. Awakening into a whole new world, knowing instinct be growing and getting light.  Spreading out in every direction first one seeing sight.  For being the one to raise the bar and smash it through, Into the bright sun lit ray be I,  Standing perfecting bowing to the sky, is me be true Art Baby Blue. Each day I live, I create wonderfully, Setting the tone before the play, To let my words find their way. Can you, like I, imagine a seed? Growing into a flower, beyond its creed. As I water the soil with dreams and thought, Moistening the shell of the vision sought. Awakening into a whole new world, Instinct alive, pristine and pearl. Spreading out in every perfection bright, Becoming the first to witness sight. For bei...

  For in this moment, I am inside my commitment, I believed all in tilling began. With a smile on my face and my lips kissing grace, Slapping the feeling turning the key, Shaking the tree as my apples come down, Ready and ripe ideal produce for steam.  Oh Adam I wonder your story present,  Fore know ledge, I guess we should not eat what we could sale, Yet the word knot prepared the story for tell. All being said gratefully be, Enjoy your sails as the winds curtails, Forming into a watering view  Of God loving you.  In this moment, I compel commitment's light, Tilling the soil, harvesting my dreams in sight. A smile presses my lips kissed revealing taste, Answering's keen, releasing chaste. Shaking the tree, ripe apples fall, Ideal fruits for steam—answering the call. Oh Adam, I ponder your tale so well, A knot of knowledge, a story to tell. Should we eat what we could sell? Or let the word shape the story to spell? Gratefully I bow to the sails that r...

  Believing, thinking, knowing,  Thought is my fire that creates the steam,  That turns the wheel of fortune,  Upon which I experience.  Speaking literally to the spiritual mind, Happy to be, seeing pictures of me, Exploring the world and all things in thee. For building my life one two three, I architect my present living spirit breathing, Industrious entrepreneurial adventure, One which allows and I afford,  Constructed by thy, My bridge, rail road, and route in space, A homeward flight beyond in unseen you, Coming to as Saturn rings Art Baby Blue, Believing, thinking, knowing, true, Thought ignites the fire, creating me you. Steam turns the wheel, fortune's dance, Manifesting my experience, life’s expanse. Speaking to the spiritual, mind aligned, Happy to see pictures of me looking fine. Exploring worlds, all things in thee, Building my life, one, two, three. Architect of present, spirit I breathing, Adventurous paths industriously riding weavi...

  It takes a moment for one to appreciate art, One must take the time to ask a question, What inspires me to visit all the planets, That one thing when it's itched brings a bang.  For sometime I just wanted to come into space, Yet once explored bring on a new taste.  I have eaten beautifully savoring the feel, the smell. These are the pictures in mind, revealing themself. The joy of licking the oyster is me,  Ticking the Earths pearl with my unique twirl, Forever eternally singing as I swirl. It takes a moment for one to appreciate my art, To pause, to feel, and ask the heart: What inspires the dream to visit the stars, To leap beyond Earth and land  above Mars? For sometime, I yearned to come into space, Yet once explored, I sought new taste. I’ve eaten beautifully, savoring its feel, its smell, These pictures in mind, revealing their tale. The joy of licking the oyster is me, Tickling Earth’s pearl with my unique bee. Forever, eternally, I sing as I...

  What is reel wondering I, Enjoying a bluebird call out to me Holding a peanut in beak.  For me to film and capture his smile, To see thee fly up across into tree. Art Baby Blue is that the real you. For bringing to mind your fruits,  Flying out in sight, Happy when I do and so close too.  Being imagination creating a magic day, Attracting beautiful ideas to me and my loving way.  What is reel, wondering I, A bluebird calls, its song nearby. A peanut held gently in its beak, An invitation for joy, a moment unique. To film, to capture its radiant smile, See it soar to the tree, free and agile. Art Baby Blue, is that your true hue? A reflection of wonder, a spark breaking through. For bringing to mind the fruits of the sky, Flying in sight, lifting spirits high. Imagination crafting sending a magical day, Attracting beauty and love along the way.  

  I can be what I will to be For the better of perfection Feeling new beat in light I come to say my day is bright For the skies are spreading thighs to view As my dreams grow into trees loving you I can be what I will to be, A vessel perfecting the see and thee. Feeling a beat, fresh and tight. Following a prepared way, my say inviting inside. For the tides part, spreading eyes, Inviting dreams to thrive inside. Each thought a seed, each hope a me, Growing strong, rooting in loving thee. The light reflecting visions anew, A journey guiding by Art Baby Blue. For in thy dreaming today, the blessings light, Enjoying loving, tickling site.

  Here I am sitting in obeyance to my Father, Thinking, praying for the Sons glory, Flying by saying hi are the birds in the sky, Singing how lovingly true is Art Baby Blue? Me believing is breathing knowing proceedings,  Being gratefully who God has made me to be,  Passing his seed to flower into the womb in thee. Here I am, sitting in obeyance loving my Father, Reflecting, praying, for the Son’s rays to gather. Flying by, saying hi, are the birds in the sky, Singing, How lovingly true you are Art Baby Blue. Believing is breathing, a knowing proceeding, Grateful for the being, God’s purpose exceeding. A seed passed forth, to bloom, to see, Flowering from the womb, my creation in thee. Me, a spiritual spark in a vessel, setting fire free, Living the master Me of God’s artistry.

  Reaching out finding arms embrace, Knowing my dreams have come into place, Where my ideas revealed into show and space. As these words are reading motions moving reeling, Bringing forth a sensing feeling. Letting go a releasing knot  Securing my position at the top spot.   Reaching out, finding arms embrace,   Dreams align, taking their place.   Ideas unveiling, filling show and space,   A vision clear, a winning race.   Each word read sets motions reeling,   Bringing forth a vibrant feeling.   A knot released, a tether undone,   Securing the prize, the top spot won.   From thought to form, the journey's complete,   Standing tall, my place elite.   With grace and ease, I claim my lot,   A victor crowned, tickling, G spot.  

  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?...

  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....

  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....

  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.