James.:.Bilione

  I call all God's great angelic heroic loving being one ideally created for me to come  beginning today for improvement movement mind.  A simple proceed sign like a 100 million dollar currency kind. For my enjoyment and bridging thought building exactly what this moment has sought.    I call all God’s great angelic, heroic, loving beings ideally created, prepared, gathered for me, to come beginning today, improvement movement moving mine  pulling tides drawn by thee moon. I ask knowing it is given for the enjoyment in this mind, like a hundred-million-dollar currency kind, a signal of magnitude, joyful, sure,  brought from my imagination, bridging thought into the solid of this world. I see them now, hands waving enlight,  minds sparked burning rise fire, building exactly what this moment has sought, laying each stone with precision in love, come forming my vision into living form. I stand in the center appreciating their work, heart...

  I call to every ideal loving spirit,  God created for me to enjoy growing know.  To bring forth the best me breathing eternity.  Answers the all, here the air shimmers, their arrival, Ideal loving spirits, brought from the threads for God’s boy, Each one a note my eternal song. They gather humming in the garden of my becoming, Hands shaping light, Whispers sowing seeds in the soil strengthening my soul. I feel their breath inside my own, Inheaving the promise in of love forever, Exheaving the best me,  Into the vast sea, Unending be.

  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.

  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...

    Potential is seeding my very essence into being, Arising naturally holding me within itself, My capacity to conceive, to breathe, to birth anew. From my such being, new ideal worlds beautiful you, Yet for the Sun to the One, my infinite God, Was not born, nor could ever be. Eternal in essence, yet creator of me. Was, is, and forever remains. What then of matter, of cosmos and spirit? These hold the primal seed of creation, Innate within from their first breath. Nature herself embodying fertility, A generative force—pure and cause — A power requiring nothing external to fall, Self-sustaining, self-renewing, Forever unfolding from begin. Tuning now thy self, My being gifting power divine— Able to conceive through unions mine, Merging spirit into matter, Birthing cosmos, reflecting stars within. Through unto the cosmic canvas itself, To be birthed and lit in time, Holding lightning lily the generators spark, Tis potency, nature’s art.

  For being my brothers and sisters keeper,  Building,  Ascending, Strengthening breathing certain, His will my wind. Here I am at the precipice in life, Wondering , dreaming, choosing, i deally thinking right. I ask God If I may take breath, So I can sing his song being One.  For being my brother's keeper, Ascending with sisters, building clear, Strengthening bonds interwind, His will becomes my at most sphere. In life's precipice, quietly calmly lovingly standing, Dreaming, choosing clarity's sight, Wondering aloud, yet overstanding, Ideally thinking, breathing literary right. I ask God for instinctual light beyond breathe. Hear my heart, Your pulse is spinning; Great fully cheers is I believe— One breath, one song, we are, is One.

  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...

  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...

  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...

  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.

  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.

  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...

  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.

  Its okay for me to think about how I want, Crafting plays from each word present.  Before I enter the world of out, I mentally mold the scene to show, Ideally, how high for me, I grow.  Strategically, dominant in all positioning m ind.  From this visualizing points two eye, Looking out is Me you see,  My ideal images imagining me.  It’s great you see thinking my dreams breathe, Crafting plays from what my visioning conceived. Each word a step, a path, a way, Molding light creating the day. Before I walk where echoes sound, I shape the world in thought profound. Ideally high, my spirit grows, A seed of gold in sky it sows. Strategic hands in mind’s embrace, Dominantly shaping eye pictures unto space. From this view, I call to thee, To paint beautifully artfully, The image you see,  When you think of me.

  To day I give all my love to those who want,  And bless all those who need.  To receive all the love blessed from and for the God above. Beyond in scope to this picture. A perfect one going about thinking drawing scenes, Ideal out comes showing my shine, Birthed from this moment in mind,  I invest these thoughts in time.  Abracadabra means I create as I speak,  Five fulfilled dreams became achieved goals.  Thank you Father, for your inspiring speech, From each breath I thank loving you  Breathe. To day, I give my love to thee, To those who want, who seek to be. And bless the ones who call to me, For my love flows steaming forth to sea, A picture formed beyond the sky, Drawn from thought, my dreams coming in to eyes. Ideal outcomes brought to light, I invest this time, this moment, this second.  Abracadabra—I create as I think, And bring to speak Five fulfilled, five more to me, Thank you, Father, for breathing speech in to see.