James.:.Bilione

  For all the thoughts to think,  The ones spoken speaking scribing present, Earns the investing word.  To think knowingly your claim upon you in Mind,  Lovingly me the dominant be,  Being He.  What truly matters—sings the Heir, Its not the throne, yet how I care. My place within the great sign, An organization of soul in mind. Achievement—yes, the perfect taste, Lifes elixir with sublime grace. Every idea, a breaths confession, Seeking shape in full expression. An emperor crowned, yet not alone— An empress rising, claiming throne. I call forth two, for balancing flow, To grow, to think, to rise and glow. Opening minds, awakening sight, Dreaming through days, birthing light. My children bold, so fruitful still, Tickling time, doing God’s will.

  Being aware knowing you are protected, Could yet should you imagine better.  Ideas ideal and great came knocking upon my door To kiss amore, For allowing meditating concentration to focus.  Being is where I am.  Thinking into feeling great, wealthy, healthy and happy.  From this perspective into believing, Is knowingly seeing your word come alive.  For what else could will till seedingly sow.  I am happy to be living prosperous in April, I am happy to be living prosperous in May, I am happy to be living prosperous in June, I am happy to be living prosperous in July, Oh how happy I am to be being I am happy to be living prosperous in August, I am happy to be living prosperous in September,  I am happy to be living prosperous in October, I am happy to be living prosperous in November, I am happy to be living prosperous in December, I am happy to be living prosperous in January,  I am happy to be living prosperous in February, I am so very hap...

  Thank you Father for my success in business, family, life, Living and loving.  Believing all is you its a feeling completely wholly true.  My act of conceiving an ideal thought, Enjoying the molding into melting form.  Nurturing and watering within the cycling moon.  Bringing the idea into light, letters and into air.  The feeling of enjoying the picture you drew, Being happy with results God presents to you,  For showing His attracting ways and means, You in beautiful great fulfilling scenes, Brought from these words I call from dream.  Father, thank you—success is sweet, In business, love, and livings complete. Believing wholly, all is you, Truthfully feeling, fresh and blue. Conceiving thoughts, ideals refine, Melting, molding, shaping mind. Waning waxing watering my moon's face, Cyclings nurturing embracing grace. Bringing forth my dreams to air, Letters dancing everywhere. Enjoying pictures in my eyes, Happy visions reaching pai...

  Thank you for the right thoughts to think, Bringing coming from the ideal mind, mine.  Mining gold, silver, precious metals, stones.  Currency flowing like the will I met river.  Being the one to know I grow.  For seeing the son I thought I lost.  Yet won. A premeditating to view For you.  Assets growing in measure, From the words I present.  To tickle Gods pleasure. Thankful for thoughts, So rich and gifting, Flowing from rivers willing I met mind. Silver and jewels, precious stones in stream, Currency abundant, fulfilling my dream. Recovering treasures I thought once were lost, The Son now returning a victory in being best. Assets multiplying, growing in measure, Each wordly planting tickle Ly, tickling God’s spiritual pleasure. My visioning perfecting, a gift born anew, A wealth of creation,  presenting eye you.

  Each moment is a brushstroke,  For bringing attractive fruit to vine.  I believe into the present nine months time,  To be the best of its kind.  I willing grow in stature, for being the child, Whose blessing Gods hand,  When I came unto land, for obeyance of thee.  Foreseeing and impressing onto imaginations womb,  To bloom her ideal sea worldly for me.  Each moment a brushstroke, Attracting Bringing producing fruit to vine, Believing fully present, Nine months perfectly mine. Growing in my stature, As the blessed child thinking, Gifting by grace, To my Father’s guiding lifting hand. Foreseeing and impressing, Imaginations of in thy imaginary womb, Nurturing, blossoming, watering, Her worldly seeds sea in bloom. Obeyance unto thee, My becoming moment role rolling rolls strokeful brush, Fruitful, pure, craftly fine. Creating artfully in lovingly being. The son who listens for your reed words. 

  How you look at the world creates the view. The idea you have is reshaping rebuilding How your ideal response will present.  Being Arrow.  The story be told yet gloriously.  I am proud of my your consistent play,   Upon sky and say,  Knowingly improving the way.  To the Great idea, Who brought me to land, For procreating dominantly, lovingly seed, Into ears two hear, Upon winds vibrating vibrant heir.  How you see the world thinking time, Ideas shapefull building vision, Each new thought, an arrow in flight, Creating each story told gloriously bright. Proudly aiming conscious play, Mastering skies, perfecting unconscious say, Improving the path willing knowing precision, Breathing my dreams into vibrant fruition. To the Great Idea that brought I to stand, Planting dominantly seeds upon land, Words carrying lovingly, vibrating heir, My legacy rising—Arrowing rose I.

  When I think and picture you,  I think artfully greatfully beautiful.  This picturing I do of you, Is for the eyes to see and dance pretty to me.  For the flickering of this flame in the light.  I bring you to my minds eye sight.  Birthing a view to earn me my do, For believing in the seeing imagining kind. Capturing victorious winds fulfilling feeling sensing touching mind. When I think and picture you, My thoughts dance—gracefully, joyfully, lovingly beautifully blue. Each vision crafted, intricate, refined, A flame that is flickering  within mind I. Birthing scenes my victorys grow, Propelling wins where sensing touching feelingly flows. Believing, seeing, imagining through, My masterpiece born from thoughts thinking love, you.

  Am I free to go.  To the spiritual worlds coming into view.  Looking before and beyond its dew,  Where could I believe to be. For the thought to conceive I dream semen winning womb. Touching, loving, fucking the immaculate conception. Inception being God my great Father who planted I. Am You who knowingly thee, How gratefully I am being be.  Imagining I do Believing is seeing the best ideal pictures hue,  Abundantly above you enjoyingly loving me, blue Art baby living pretty too.  Am I free to travel to worlds unseen— Where visions ripple in waters serene? Beyond the dew,  my spirit anew, Believing each thought conceiving me through. Dreaming seeds of immaculate sight, Touching creation loving infinite light. My accepting, Father's artful inception, shaping perfection From loving His reflection. Gratefully, abundantly, imagining being, Coloring view —lovingly me. Art Baby Blue, living vibrant, true— A masterpiece seen in the mirror of...

  To take a large leap and reach, Here at the top I rest a new. Thinking about all the thoughts that got me to this view.  Yet fresh is due, for the song singing you.  Into the reaching of the skies intending to fly, Knowing flowing time willingly bring the signs. Grateful for all mind being one. Opening up heavens thighs for here comes the sun.  To take a leap, and reach inside, I stand at the top, the wind is my guide. A vision stretching, a thought renewing, Enjoying all the steps that brought this view. Yet fresh is due, a song be you, A rhythm carrying and artful tune. I reach touching the skies, persisting kissing I fly, A nurturing force lifting me high. For time flows forward, singing align, A perfect moment, a spark in mind. Grateful, fully knowing all is one, Heavens part—here comes the sun.

  Here in my minds eye do you see the view. Let me paint, you picture the sight about I.  Where you see me watering the seed,  For its birth in time for the new year proceeds.  Eight months preparing tilling being present.  How willing December here impressing matter, Cajoling pictures to arrange scenes expressing my theme. Grateful for the ideal bodies in attraction,  Formed by spirit to mine appreciation and my satisfaction . Here in my minds eye, do you see the view? Let me paint— picturing bringing forth the sight, Hear these thoughts carry my whispers to the wind, Where dawn prepares the coming light. I water the seed, tinder, spark, For time will birth what thought perceives. Eight months turning, tilling, willing you through, A harvest rich, my soul conceives. December sings in matters dance, Cajoling form to shake the plants. Arranging scenes of my success, A theme of love, a willed willing winning race. Grateful I stand, the bodies dra...

  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...