James.:.Bilione

  The wind carries me, Successfully fulfilling the heir.  Believing is seeing me drive exotic cars, Steer fancy boats, fly and be flown upon fastest safest travel. To conceive the conception instilling inception.  I pray all the planets who align today to thee,  The sign showing proceeding celebrating me. Everywhere I go and am seen in the world,  My aura being dominating loving spirit, Prepares the air, Wherefore the ideal opportunities, people, businesses, technologies, And women attract to I.  Enjoyingly from these words eloquently present, Brought from the sky to thy. The wind carries me, a spark to light, Golden trails in the sky burning bright. Success unfolds like its my mind, Steering the world, every signal a sign. Exotic wheels upon the ground, Gliding over waters profound. Flight above, faster than sight, Heaven aligns to bless my might. Planets turning, cheering, whispering there, Celebration ringing in every sphere, Aura radiant, dra...

  To create is evolving always moving.  Being calm present easing myself of love and life. Yes I think my pictures may be out there, Yet where else do you want to be.  To bring a scene is beyond the dream, It's my living breath breathing, Learning becoming skin again, From my words thought thinking. Beyond amaze looking forward following Gods ways. For His plan coming true, Where eyes see me ideally as my perfection wills you.  To create is to evolve, ever-flowing, A river of mind where the winds keep going. Calm and present, I ease in grace, Life and love shaping space. If my pictures seem beyond the sky, Where else would I rather fly? For every scene is not just dream, Yet breath in form, alive and seen. Skin again, reborn through thought, A vision God’s own hands he wrought. Following light, forward I move, Perfecting truth, the path I prove.

  I must keep my reasoning for presenting words, Prepare, lead, dominate all ways.  Yet for pictures my perpetual fruit. Each one induces me into thought, Allowing the powers that be,  Revealing being ideally lovingly me. To affirm the abundance above and of the earth, I raise my hands in the sky thanking God for my birth.  For the seed of me, he planted I breathe. I let go of my reasoning for presenting words, Preparing, leading, dominating all ways is my do. Yet for pictures painted before eyes my perpetual fruit, Each one seduces me into thought, Allowing the powers to gather to be, Revealing being ideally lovingly me. Yes I affirm the abundance above and of the earth, Raising my hands blessing the sky, thanking God for my birth. For the seed who is me, enjoying his planting—I am.

  I became conscious of being great,  I am still conscious of being great.  And I shall continue to be conscious of being great,  Until that which I am conscious of being is perfectly expressed.  Stars come shine to broad cast heavens light. Burning bright me in the center on point right.  Win is the song singing to ear, Whispering victoriously here. To be conscious of being, and creating great beautifully. For becoming great, I am dominating  sub consciously you . All to bring forth the great Art Baby Blue.  I became conscious of being great, I am still conscious of being great. And I shall continue to be conscious of being great, Until that which I am conscious of being is perfectly expressed. Stars come shine to broadcast heaven’s light, Burning bright, me in the center, on point, right. Wining won is the song singing to ear, Whispering victoriously yelling here. To be conscious of being, creating great beautifully, For becoming great...

  What if a being like thee came before your eyes, How could you react to a spiritual face present. To my imaginal I, seeing you me, Patient in the sea, walking, running dreaming to be.  Curious to float and rise with thee where wisdom pictures,  You flying by standing before me.  All notes aside, me thinking breathing here.  See my thought come to steam air. All ideas attracting atom present, Being of same similar kind.  It's me I am.  Pretend I do you are really you. My MY for me you.  Thankful gracefully being,  Seeing my dreaming come true. To the being who came before my eyes, Hello is how I  react to your spiritual present. To my imaginal me, seeing you I, Patient in the sea, walking, running, dreaming to be. Curious to float and rise with thee, Where wisdom pictures you flying by, Standing before me, a celestial sky. All notes aside, me thinking, breathing here, See my thought come to steam air. All ideas attracting, atom...

  A full economy. A fruitful mine.  A gardening field ready four harvest. For the great seers being dreamers, To the wanderers, who come creating knew wonders to view. For me of course yet you.  Being one ideally real loving sun. Birthing my crops from these words seed.  A fulfilling monopoly, A fruitful mind, Four gardens plowed and prepared. For the great dreamers being seers, To those grand wonders, where your thoughts wander into.  For you yet of course me, Being Son loving ideally real one. Sharing my crops to breathe word seeds, Gathering the yield of this thought conceived, The abundance flowing, Gods wealth received.

  To the eye of you inside me.  We have come into our land beyond and over the see. Through the woulds into and on top of the coulds,  Willingly mastering do.  Fore words growing the intentional elixir, I put forth be fulfilled painted pictured structures, buildings,  Ideal formations brought from and for all enjoyment me.  Coming forth into sky I successfully visualized My rise being achieving hierarchical star, Dominance resonating rings.  Through my eyes of you inside me, We have come into our land beyond the sea. Through the woulds, over the coulds, Willingly mastering creating do. Four words growing the intentional elixir, I put forth fulfilled, painted fixtures— Structures, buildings, formations a line, Brought forth for all, enjoyment mine. Coming forth into sky, I rise, A vision achieved, no compromise. Hierarchical star, shining supreme, Dominance rings through the ether unseen. Out to my eyes mirror me being sight.

  In light of the world is thee. Pretending to see who God made me to be. When could I believe who I think. I am participating in this life these are my acts. Here are my seeds presented for reading in word. Each letter a row for what fruits do grow. For this being my fifty third year planting upon land,  According to my almanac, this shall be my best harvest yet. Extracted from God's mine the dominant precious metal  Alchemical Art Baby Blue. In lights my world, I rise and see, The image of God reflecting in me, A thought once whispered, now yelling right, A presence born from creating light. Each act, a mark, a moment sown, A script scribing, a future known. Here are my seeds, aligned in two rows, Watering wisdom, where fortune grows. Fifty-three cycles, the soil tilling love, Turning the past to the promise from above. This harvest, the richest, the purest yet, A golden yield where the Son is set. From God’s own mine, a brilliance you, Alchemical shine—Art Baby Blue. T...

  Onward forward I walk.  To where only my Fathers wills talk.  Come here His call. To believe to see Him rising above the wall. I jump to the height trying to catch Him in flight. Falling into His arms embracing His might.  Looking into I smiling bright radiating one. Grateful for you being my son.  Onward forward, I take seat by His side, Guided by the angels riding beside. Beyond the wall, beyond the nigh, I hear my Father’s voice lightning the sky. Jumping high to catch His right, Falling soft into arms of burning light. Held in might, secure in love, Radiating warmth from high above. Looking into I, the mirror winks, A vision formed as my dream blinks. Grateful, present, shining true, The son embracing being the chosen you.

  May I use all the talents given to thee, Masterfully perfecting the word beyond out into see.  For claiming and using all mind, be. To painting my life picture beautifully.  Rise I ask my ideal thoughts to a height to inspire the light.  To shine my beacon to signal my God. From hear upon High I stand flying love over we.  Enjoying my bright ideas coming into view, Thankful Father for my imagination being you. May I wield the talents bestowed upon thee, Sculpting the seen, by shaping the unseen. Masterfully crafting the word around me, Sailing my thoughts into eternity. Each stroke, a picture, a world to conceive, A life painted boldly for all to believe. I rise, I call, to the height of the sky, My beacon ignited, my spark light stirring standing by. Father, I thank you for my visions coming true, For the fire inside, for the dreams splashing through. From here upon High, my love over we, Glowing, expanding, sparking mind me. And to all mankind He...

  I have yet to look to affirm that I, Been putting thought to screen for four years twice daily.  From the music being heard in the silence b etween the chords. 

  There is presence being impression. Please know I am curious about thought projecting, For to be in time space of current pictures means, what.  A premeditated idea, wherefore so is the present.  A significant particle sand upon drop of water upon land.  Yet I think and scribe abstract for profound results.  Who moves the flow and air, beyond these words.  I breathe I can do will you.  There is presence in the impression, A figure formed in silent confession. For to project thought is to create time’s thread, A vision pre-seeded, now softly spread. What does it mean to stand in space, Where past and future fold in place? A premeditated light, a script well-spun, Holding now, becoming one. A grain of sand, a drop of water, Merged in the land where forces culture. Yet here I scribe, abstract and free, For thought bending light and breath shaping sea. Who stirs the air, who guides the stream? Who moves beyond this sculpted dream? I breath...

  Could I present to you, a thoughtful song,  For bringing you coming along.  Practicing perfecting in wiggling into you my way,  Creating the story for our bodies to play.  How will you do, when you come into dream,  Carrying forth acting your ideal scene. Where you are positioned at the top rocking G spot.    Perfecting my step, wiggling through, Crafting a story where bodies move. My rhythm from behind, a spark its time, Shaping the stage for love to climb. Could I present to you, a song so true, Meant specific for the breath in you. Bringing you forward, coming you near, Echoing softly for I to hear.   How will you do, when dream meets real, When passion moves, and sensual feel? Where you stand, on top in sight, Rocking the spot, ruling the night.

  I woke up enjoying my dream of you.  To be a wake and touchy feeling being true. I allow the right thoughts to enter to see. Gracious and wonderous my bright thought to be.  From here I imagine ideal wins coming into real.  Awakening up kissing  the vision in view, The blow to touch,  my dreamily you. Between the seen and unseen I stand, Grateful for whispers that are shaping my land. To be awake yet willing free will, A moment breathing, bending still. I allowing the right thoughts to flow, Graciously and wondrously, watching them grow. From here, I see the light ahead, Planting futures where past has fled. I dreamt ideal, I wake being real, For timely embracing, my hands touching, becoming feel.

  Yes I do want to see my name raising up the lights, Yes I want the fame, the cars, the beautiful women. Yes to earning investing currency along  For adventurous rollings in hay, Scenes for me to enjoy loving in my way. Seeing my songs bring out their special play.  There is a thought being drawn to view, and appreciate pretty you.  For every moment this second next breath.  To the ideal yule true to be. Gratefully. From me to you, Art Baby Blue. Yes, its me you see my name in lights, Rising bold, sparkening bright. Yes, I have the fame, the shine, the cars, The women who glow like celestial stars. Yes, to earning, investing, crank volante wheel, Rolling through scenes feelings fill real. Songs that lift, that shape and play, Loving life enjoying owning the way. A thought is drawn, pictured frame, Appreciating the art in you. For every moment, each breath, each second, To the ideal yule truly be.  Grateful seas smiling.  From me in you—Art...

  Who paints the sky before thy, Beyond my grateful me.  The joy of imagination creating and living lovingly in thee.  To my God above below inside outside all thoughts in word.  My cue de tah for you this day.  For you I breathe, for you I think.  For you I plant this here before you,  For you when your time to account for me. Who paints the sky before thy, Beyond the reach of grateful I? Imagination pushing the breeze, Living, loving, flowingly we. To my God—to spark, the pulse, the light, Above, below, beyond all sight. Inside, outside, every word, A present thought the heavens heard. My cue de tah, my love you say, For you, I breathe, for you, I be. For you, I plant these seeds in time, For you to find to be proud of you. Me. 

  Do you hear the majestic story being told in mind.  The one to all are about how beautifully bold, artfully sold, Sexy and gold, from what I hear and am told.  I play into mine willing my fruitful seeds being,  A smiling present and a chuckling feeling,  Brings a sensation like coming into you.  What a view to be enjoyingly me.  Yet stretching the moment to plant a new seed.  Into the soil and the soul I breathe the urge to be. And to succeed all mind you.  Do you hear the tale about how you won, A story of boldness, rhythm, and rhyme? Artfully sold, creativity grand, Grateful by thought, molded by hand. Each word be sow, soaring the air, Tickling whispering, spark, sparking is near, Smiling, chuckling, feeling the rush, Like waves splashing in a lover’s hush. What a view—to be me, so free, Stretching each moment, planting God loves you. Into the soil, into the soul, I breathe the urge, I claim the whole. Majestically mind, abun...

  My minds mental play is so literally for thee.  Knowing where ever I go all the worlds dream loving me, What could I say yet do.  Enjoying being me and loving you through,  For my words I supplant to seed to water into air.  Bringing to light and form,  Eyes point to ideal.  How beautifully artfully lyrically loving I am.  My mind’s moving play flows painting before thee , Wherever I go, the world dreams loving nurturing me. A whisper, a pulse, a visions comes you, Enjoying being me and seeing it through, Each word I breathe, these seeds into air, Watering thought, forming light. Heavens  point ideal in sight, Bringing forth beauty, birthing the bright. How artfully, lyrically, loving I am, Molding the world thinking the touch my hand. Breathing creation, painting the view, For my soul sings lovingly me you,  Art Baby Blue.