James.:.Bilione

  May these words impress the air, For my picture dream thinking before eyes appear.  Here I rest and dwell, Enjoying one of my many mansions. I saw myself seeing me, living high above the sea. Touching the tip of the trees my toes, As I run upon the clouds bouncing like on pillows.  What an image conjuring mind brings in view,  Me successful lee, loving you.  May these words dance upon the air, A tickling thought, a visioning here. A mansion grand, a view so wide, Where dreams in love provide. I see myself in golden hue, Living high, the promise true. My picturing dream, you being free, Success full light loving me. Bouncing softly upon the clouds, Art Baby Blue, happy and proud.

  I knock upon the heavens,  Looking for a word to light the day.  To reveal upon me your magicinal say, That will bring forth a treasure opening the way. To allow God to love me He may. As I do appreciate Him in all my plays. The right ideas come unto me to see and please. For this is my dreams acting hear as a thought, Thinking from an assumption unties all knots. I knock upon heavens gate,   Seeking words to bend my fate.   A spark, a whisper, a guiding ray,   A treasure formed to light the way.   God, in love, bestows His grace,   Illuminating each step, each place.   Every thought I cast to see,   Brings the world unfolding free.   For dreams are scripts, acts in play,   Flowing forth as times array.   An assumption breathes, unties, refines,   Unlocking, opening doors to fulfill my mind. 

  Here I go thinking beautifully perfecting in style. Catching you preparing to listen a little closer now.  To your joy of going beyond the sea, To where your imagination pops up to be.  From hear the picture showing two girls loving me, Oh how artfully art baby blue being free.  Commanding I call Standing tall  For all mind is pretty to thee.  Here I go, weaving thought in two style, Perfecting the rhythm, mile by vowel. Catching your ear, a kissing, a sound, A melody rising, lifting fucking I ground. Beyond the sea where dreams coming you, Imagination sparks, painting light. My visioning appears, so playfully true, Two stars aligned, loving me, you. Oh, how artfully free I believe is seeing, Art Baby Blue, Gods gift being view. Commanding presence, standing tall, For mind’s great job, I answer all. To every note, to every rhyme, I plant my seeds birthing space into time, For trees growing into birds fore knowing the winds chime.

  Breathing in the wind, my kingdom unfolds, Gold in the air, legacy foretold. Feeling the rhythm vibrating thought,  Beating the pulse tickling the sea, Frequency high all gifting lovingly me. Inheaving creation, exheaving perplexion, Mastering moments, shaping perfection. Hearing whisper your fortune, you a currency heir, Flowing in streams, sowing prepare. Here is the seed, planted in mind, Rooted in fire, sparking in kind. Let it stretch, let it rise, Touching, kissing thy heavens eyes,  Claiming dominating stimulating my skies. Breathing the wind, my kingdom ascends, Gold-laced clouds where fortune extends. Legacy written in currency told, Each word a pillar, each breath earning bold. Rhythms resounding creating new salt, Tickling tides seeing my visions picturing thought. Frequency high, the crown aligns, Lovereign in light, blessing mind. Inheaving creation, sculpting the air, Exheaving illusion, perfecting the rare. Mastering time, bending th...