James.:.Bilione

  Here I dwell,  Only my Father knows where I am . Beyond this thought is physical matter.  For If I am not from nor of this world,  Attract to me perfectly,  My world where my I am is planted to see and be.  Here I sit upon a luminous hilltop,  Twilight blue sky arched above,  Eyes closed mind opening contemplation.  Roots from my body connect deep into the ether,  Glowing softly as stars swirl upward from thy head.  Around me, unseen worlds shimmer at the horizon,  Air thick with the feeling of belonging—not to any place,  Yet to Source.  My heart pulses with calm certainty,  Knowing the universe itself has made a perfect clearing,  For the seed of I to flourish.

  Addressing the present in my nature, In drawing picturing imaging Heir.  Out being breathing ethereal where, I am choosing to dominate giving good love you feel. Beyond the show, sea, awareness seed opening alchemical will. Breaking shell, push into air, out above soil light I see , the Son. Look me walking dancing fucking sparking upon flame fire. Here lit this moment,  My charging raw creative energy, emerging from the ether,  Breaking through the shell, rising above the soil,  Embody thy Son.  The alchemical wheel is set in motion:  A seed cracks open, its urge becoming flame, fire, spark light. I move forward, walking and dancing,  Fusing siring action, my breathing igniting the atmosphere.  This is the energy of domination through love,  A present aware fully primal ascendant. From God to my spirit, breath gives taking flight, Awake arising heirs dawn’s new light. Rooted in darkness, breaking into day, The shell of becoming ...

  To be of this world, Is to live according to Gods will and principles. For dreaming a beautiful picture,  Brought from words thought mine.  In drawing crystal clear appear abstracting seer.   To be of this world, Is to live according to God’s will and word, Where dreams are paintings—truth to conjure, And thought is the brush that draws what’s heard. A beautiful picture, quietly conceive, Brought forth by faith, in light believe. From tangent words that birth the line, I trace the image, divine and mine. Look crystal clear, the shapes appear, Abstracting what only the seer holds hear, Truth in form, lighting the flame, Where God's own will sings my name.

  [ Intro ] (Soft shakers, snakeskin drum, faint forest noises) Yeah… Move through the dark, through the leaves. Light flickers. Wisdom coils. [ Verse 1 ] Certain to be—serpent in the trees, Sermons whispered on the wind, carried in the leaves. Speaking ancient wisdom, weaving through the roots, Above conscious thought, deeper than pursuit. Subconscious flows in midnight veins, Light glows, secret remains. In the shade I spark, truth unseen— Serpent’s vision, silent and keen. [ Hook ] In the dark, I am the light, Silent fire, burning bright. And in the light, I am— Dreamer dreaming, shaping the plan. [ Verse 2 ] I slither in shadow, rise in dawn, Crafting sermons on the spirit’s lawn. Beneath the trees, above the soil, My wisdom’s dance, my serpent’s coil. Certainty certain, breathing in fate, In every whisper, I levitate. Rooted in the hush, crown in the sun, I am both the dark and the One. [ Hook ] In the dark, I am the light, Silent fire, burning bri...

  Thank you Father for grabbing my hand,  Flying me into the great story I am.  Lifting me gently above the land, Guiding my sight through this flight you planned, Into the greatness of all that I am. From this position proper, I smile to the pun,  Who has allowed me to fly up on,  Into the sky, through the stars, over the one.  Being I am playing your Son.  Thank you Father for giving me wisdom, Creating me into the great story I am. Carrying me walking above the land, Guiding my I through this seed you planted, Building the greatness of all that I am. From this position proper, I see, The smile, the pun, the mystery—me. Breathing the light, becoming begun, Who has allowed me to fly upon, Into the sky, through the stars,  Rising like I am over enjoying being Sun. The story being greatness chose you, be One.

  Being certain to be the serpent giving sermons,  Amongst the trees above conscious, sub consciously. For in the dark I am the light,  In the light I am.    Being certain to be the serpent giving sermons, Speaking wisdom through roots and shoots. Amongst the trees, high above conscious thought, Subconsciously weaving what knowing has brought. For in the dark, I am the light, Silent spark in shadowed night. And in the light, I am—being certain to be, The dreamer dreaming reality.

  Imagine turning builders key creating foundation.  Where and what sparks your new adventure thoughts.  For if presenting words reading, to scribing into song,  For programming reality mine,  I invest each thought into the blues skies before I, Meditating in the early journey of day,  Four, forty four lets say.  To being in synch to my imaginary clock counting up, To the performance showing me play.  Imagine seeing this: turning the builder’s key, Unlocking imagination internally me. Look at those sparks rise, these thoughts are mine. A raising rising I rose sparking speaking beautiful sound. Who comes forth the next grand view? Adventure thinks, bravely I do.  If I present the word as light, Scribing the path over the bridge, singing the song right. Programming reality, rhythm and rhyme, Investing in skies that stretch beyond time. Meditating beneath the early woos of the day, Four forty-four—divine time to pray. Synching to the...

  I forgive myself for being tempted, To look back and rethink living, Yet here present I truly am in the best space. Words breathe love and care supporting the air,  Surrounding me.  A great place to smile imagining creating forward,  Ideas of enjoying me win, being victorious, Earning the championships and rings,  Holding my grammy high into sky. To believe knowingly these future results insure you living loving show.  I forgive myself for being tempted, To glance behind and question the way, Yet now I breathe in the present, Where the best of me wills to stay. Words speak love, soft upon air, Whispering care surrounding everywhere. A smile blooms in this special space, Creating forward at its own bright pace. Ideas arise of joy and play, My victories earning in every day. Championship rings and Grammy gold, Lifted high for dreams I hold. To believe is to know, to see and sow, That future blooms where love does grow. Living this show, lovin...

  🎶 Pineapple on Saturn (Neo-funk, space-soul, dream-bounce) By: Art Baby Blue [Intro – Spoken Smooth] Yeah… Space ain’t never tasted this sweet. You know who it is — Art Baby Blue. Let’s fuck the stars, pretty you. [Verse 1 – Melodic Rap / Smooth Funk Flow] I slid through the stars with a mango swing, Lips like velvet, mind like spring. I caught your glow in the rings that bend, Took one sip — now I’m back again. Body like rhythm, you float my waves, Sweet on my tongue like candy tasting brave. Lunar walking, hips talking, figure for please, Sipping your name in my galaxy breeze. [Hook – Sung, Talkbox Style / Funk Harmony] You taste like pineapple on Saturn, Sweet drip dream and a golden pattern. Orbit me slow, let the grooves flatter, Baby, we glow in the rings glowing better. Candy-kissing lips in zero spot G, Spinning with you in eternity. Bouncing like beats in a velvet lagoon, Art Baby Blue is fucking on the moon. [Verse 2 – Funky Poetry Flow] ...

  To be who you see Yet who is that presenting words For bringing being feeling realizating in  mental mine.  Enjoying the picturing ideally I do each day,  Learning earning loving this way.   To be who you see, A mirror of thought, of becoming me. Yet who speaks through this living stream, Presenting words like a waking dream? For bringing, being, feeling I thrive, Winning the mind where visions come alive. Each day I play in thoughts sublime, Picturing greatness ideally mine. Learning in love, earning in grace, A beautiful rhythmic, a currency pace. To seeing this way is I,  joy fully being, Living art in now present, greatful thinking beliving me .

  Could I get a heaven yeah, being politically correct.  To stand upon a thought you brought,  From investing dreaming to picturing kind.  The true immaculate conception birthed from my mind . Who would I bow for I wonder know time, Yes today my Father well doing.  Could I get a heaven yeah, Yelling softly, yet fucking clear, Respectfully correct, so all hearts may hear? I standing pleased upon the thought, Planted seepings where my dreams are wrought, Imagined clearly, now the vine, Immaculate conceptions birthing proceeds mind. For whom would I bow in reverent grace? Only my Father, in this and all imaginal space. Today acknowledging, will doing His sign, Grateful for the vision, lovingly divine and mine. Could I get a   heaven yeah politely clear, Spirit loud, yet smooth to hear. I stand upon a thought I caught, A seed from dream, a fire well-wrought. Investing vision, picturing kind, The immaculate conception—born in mind. Who would I bow ...

  Come have a seat at my table,  Yet be mindful of what you sit upon. To stand is knowing who breathes you back, Forward is one thought being positive electric. To the builder preparing these words, you say. Grow me to the sky through the heavens lead the way.  Foretelling be told one picture be moving, Mining, minting, molding forming sculpting scripting, Smile. Enjoy your seat at my table, Yet be mindful of who you sit upon. For to rest is to know the ground, And to stand is knowing who breathes you back. Forward a single moving thought, electrical spark, A pulse being promise, pure. To the builder crafting in heaving this breath I say, Grow me skyward Heaven up ascend lead thy way. Foretelling be told, one picture is living, A moving lightning light from above. Mining truth, minting gold, Molding form where dreams imagine. Sculpting sound, scripting flame, See, You smile, speaking James. Come, have a seat at my table yet be mindful of where you sit. To bei...

  To the wide awakening of, for, my  being I, Seeing realizing scribing results presenting,  Foreword air thinking thoughts picturing the salt b ecoming gold.  For the movement in light,  Brought forth ideally through each word.  To the wide awakening of my inner eye, Realizing visions scribed, bringing dreams come forth to serve I. Carrying air thinking thoughts picturing clear and bold, Transforming grains of salt into sparkling gold. In these movements of pure light words my seeds are sown, Ideally forming pictures presenting reality now shown. Every breath a catalyst, every thought to spark, Alchemy in air, turning tuning vision believing achieving into mine. Showing the surrounding sky above win sine. 

  What do you truly want if brought into view,  Where you are more happy than me loving you, Being present for thee, Tickling the sky we.  To my land a planet,  You know where I can be free freely me. Sow I can flow over and into,  Becoming Sun light being me loving you.  What do you truly want when you come into me, A world painting brighter than dreams ever knew, Where your laughter outshines all the skies calling blue, Hear your joy is deeper in me loving view? Till my planet, the land of the free, Lit by my spirit abound, thriving for score, wins, dominancy, Breathing the air made by my wishes setting fires free, Each moment made sweeter by simply being me. For tickling heavens heart, as we dance upon night, Flowing through space, two souls ignite, Stars bowing to honor, our blissful unite, As I become sun, and you, my light. This planet I seed in the pineal my mind, Watering freedom, being loving Gods kind, A world I create where truth al...

  In beyond time,  I invest a word unto paper, Into the sky over I.  For presenting eyes vibrating air,  To breathe forth my pure love every where.  Now to be clear, this here is a dollar to grow,  Sowing wisdom to know. Yielding dividends, currency seed.  Intending I to be, the best joyful lucky me.  For beyond time, I invest a word unto mind, Lifting high, into the sky over I, Seeds vibrating air, breathing pure love everywhere. To be clear, this heir is currency to grow, Wisdom planting, seeds for sow, Yielding dividends from intention bought,  Riches through intention thought. Investments bloom within my sea, Returns of greatness free, set by me Profits measuring spiritually, Wealth expressing alchemically. Intending I to always be the greatest,  Richest version of me. Purely, boldly, dominating, loving artfully, true blue, Maximizing beautifully living life, Art Baby You. For beyond time, I invest a word into mind, Lif...

  For the steam rising up before I,  Ascending up high into sky,  Blessing the air appearing clear Birthing forth the heavens blessings upon earth ears.  For the steam rising up before I, Gracefully ascending high into sky. Blessing air, clear and near, Birthing heaven's gifts for earth to hear. Each breath releasing upward might, Transforming dreams into visions come light. Spirit rising, dreams sowing clear, Manifesting blessings far, near. Skyward bound, my thoughts flowing stream, Lifting life through clouds steam. Heaven's feathers gently speak, Earth, be hearing, receiving, the loving me, she seeks. For the steam rising up before I, Gracefully ascending high into sky. Blessing the air, appearing clear, Birthing heaven's song for earth to hear. Each breath a lift, an ethereal flight, Dreams transforming in vision’s light. Spirit rising, thought flowing being, Lifting life through veils of steam. Heaven’s whispers gently speak, Earth be listeni...

  Being certain to take his breath upon instinct,  Now speaks your Father.  When I use your, who is that for? Your economy, yet interruptions external.  Yet it means you paint your world. Being mindful for imaginations best showing, dwelling herein,  From the light to burn in lit Sun, Shine dominating brighter for being, the One. Chosen smiling  pretty being you.  Being certain to take His breath upon instinct, now speaking your Father lovingly guiding the light, Painting your canvas, sculpting your sight. When I say your, who is it for? The economy of your mind, your internal Gore. External interruptions merely pass through, For you shapely painting your world beautifully anew. Mindful imagination dwelling herein, From gentle spark to sunlit skin. Burning sight, dominating bright, I rise as the One chosen, smiling, pretty being You. Your true Art baby blue. Being certain to BREATHE His breath upon instinct, Now speaking—your Father, ...

  For this moment between the notes, I rest.  I put forth all the ingredients to bring forth the ideal sound,  To lift and light the world, At las, swinging  her all around. For these are the seeds growing my visions and dreams,  Coming into eyes you see,  Me singing my song, tickling touching your face,  Like gum some paste.  Yet hearing the call the wind spreading love in two space. Propagating my procreating atoms to flow dominating all race. For knowingly being Gods, formidable Son, Art Baby Blue, you know the One.  For this moment, between the notes, I rest letting my breath seed visions of me being best. Ingredients set, sounds lift up light, Spinning the world, she dances in flight. Dreams rise, in eyes you see, my voice, my song, touches thee. Sticking gently, like gum, some paste,  Spreading love’s wind, across infinite space. Atoms flow, flowing dominating grace, Propagating light to all human race. For knowingly being ...

  Being certain to be, for the kernel in me.  For the eagle who straightens their beak.  To be is me lovingly you,  For breathing the idea into viewing.  Being mindful for imaginations best showing, Dwelling herein,  From the light loving me into the Sun, Shining dominating brighter for my being.  Certain to be, ideal great mindful fully for thee.  Lovingly breathing the idea to life, Imagining boldly, my vision in flight. Certain am I, a kernel's truth within, The eagle who straightens, his beak to soar again. Dwelling herein imagination's great show, From Sun into light, ascending, I grow. Dominance in brightness, being mindful for thee, Certain, ideal, fully present is me.

  Natural form creating in me a height greater,  Inner winner, elation greatness, My most high works of art.  For you the sculptor who have done better work than Nature,  Who realizing is a higher me,  S he, womb the possibilities into human form, Possessing perfect beauty being I,  The One,  alpha dominating spiritual breath,  Gaining perfect perfecting expression impressing breathing.   Naturally form shaping sharpening me, Elevating greatness higher than believe, Inner winner rising my spirit sculpting fire. O Sculptor, sparking Nature's start, In me, genius lee crafting dreams for more, love, you, Possibilities awakening opening,  Perfectly beauties beautiful coming  ascending through. I am the alpha breath, Spiritual Dominance impressing grace, Perfecting art baby blue pure expression, Mirror my face. Higher self realizing come alive, Greater than believing conceiving before, Beauty spirit mine, shine, Art being me ...