James.:.Bilione

  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.

  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 ...

  Who am I for being me.  I dance in word for you to play, Rising, swaying, forging a path lighting the way. Letting every spirit being fully persuaded, In his own mind.  Being, I have a large, steady, increasing reoccurring income,  Consistent in integrity integral to benefitting,  Mutually beneficent  Beings.  Being, I am happily married,  Being, I am Great, Being, I am love.  Being, I am contributing to the best greatness of the world.  Receiving with meekness the inborn Sun, Word kindling sparking flame, Enlightening dancing playing word.  Behold how great matter a little fire kindleth.  Being me for who I am.  The dancing sway in fire, Rising sparks, forging paths, Lighting ways unseen yet faith. Full feeling fully persuaded, spiritually me, Each mind story told artfully boldly. Being true to who ideally I am— Foretelling the visions view.  Income abundant, steady increasing streams, Integr...

  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.

  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.

  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.

  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...

  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...

  As one who sees me into viewing the world,  Being certain I am play full to say.   Singing my song dancing all the way.  The joy of being in my sea is always a pretty view,  For if I could choose and do, I choose a beautiful you.  Yet to be clear I am further to there,  Closer than near for me to appear, lovingly. Which I am. As one viewing me into the world, A picture painting, a vision bringing lightning. Being certain, I am play full to say, Singing my song, dancing all the way. Yet what does that mean to be,  The joy of being in my sea, Reflects a view so beautifully me. For if I could choose and do, I choose a beautiful smiling loving me fucking you. Yet to be clear, I am further to there, Closer than a whisper in the air, Blink than near for me to appear, Lovingly, which I am—right here.

  Show me how good my life could be, Beyond what is already presently.  For me being given the title King,  From the atoms the birds and the bees.  I stand in wonder picturing how I want my year,  Five, ten, fifteen, thirty out there. Knowing when I see a bird fly above or by,  Thats my environment and all things in my eye. I am proud of you and me,  And who you are willing the future your being.  For assisting the sky given the question about I.  Hear my picture painted before thy.  An opening seeing enjoying world view,  My eyes being present to air.  For milling making mental beautifully impressing impressions.  And pretending I am greatest scriber too.  Show me how good my life could be, Beyond what’s already shining presently. For I have been given the title of King, From atoms to birds to the bees that sing. I stand in wonder, eyes creating the years, Five, ten, fifteen, thirty stretching there. Knowing e...

  Retro forward thought concentrating on ideals,  Hearing words sung is a treat yet each song is watering,  What melody could I present for making my movies, The fame, accolades, the freedom to be, To create similar to this yet with more of a kiss.  Certain for new formations, My approach is fresher than refreshing fresh.  More about my experience - all future grow, By the time you come arrive, de ja vu.  Retro forward thought manifesting my ideals, Singing words currency, watering reels. My melody my craft my movement to you, The fame, the accolades, the freedom to view. Creating a win to this, and sweetening it with a kiss, Forming new shapes, a future of bliss. My approach fresher than fresh can express, To the rhythm of growth, my ultimate success. More about the journeying, all future to sow, Each note, each verse, a seed they grow. By the time you come,  De ja vu will bring a thoughtful chime, Living the future I pictured in rhyme.

  All things of good kind for you,  In my drawing you air,  Straight lines appear revealing your hair, For the sight before thee, is mentally me. So perfection is found, and I circle it sound.  For being all things is my key to thee.  I fly the world all over to see,  Being certain that it is truly round to me. On this note may have your ear,  I am curious to know if you want to travel my dear.  For all things of good kind I send to you, In my drawing breath, the sky turns blue. Straight lines emerge, revealing your hair, A vision of you, crafted with care. The sight you see is mentally me, Perfection circled, beautifully. Being all things is the key I hold, Unlocking wonders, stories gold. I fly the world, exploring its bound, Certain and clear that it’s truly round. On this note, may I have your ear? A curious question—shall we travel, my dear? Across the sky, over land two sea, Together, creating our ecstasy. For in your smile, I...

  To visualize a flower bloom from seed.  That is todays task, planted before you ask.  What type of flower shall it be,  The ideal specific rose rising meant for me.  Mentally thinking, literally being,  Sowing growing above below is thy.  Into sky loving one, hugging Sun is I.  Is the goal and score.  From the core inward Earth, Outward Shine, radiating vibrating line, Into beautiful array brought for my mind.  To visualize a flower bloom from seed, A task of creation, fulfilling need. What type of flower shall grace the air? A rose, ideally, beyond compare. Planted before the question could rise, Its petals form, a gift loving skies. Mentally thinking, literally  meaning , A seminal act in my purpose fully  bein g. Above and below, thy roots take hold, Into the Sun, where stories are told. The goal, the score, the essence mine, Radiating outward, a luminous line. From Earth’s core to heaven’s crest, A bloom unf...

  Each moment I go into the world, To create and manifest an ideal team. For bringing out picturing I in a fulfilling scene.  As much as one adds equals two, From my spark in heart, I thinking me you. Wondering when, we make love a thing. As you come riding upon my ding a ling.  For this I stand erect to sing,  And sing my song in an artful way, Being certain I attract you fore play.  This moment, I step into the light, Crafting me world of dreams into sight. Building a team, ideal and true, From sparks, my heart, I think of you. Wondering when we turn love making art, Ready aim fire start. As you come riding upon my dream, Manifesting, flowing sharing living theme. For this, I rise, erect to sing, My song singing dancing in rhythm I swing. Being certain that my song draws a pause hear, From my play in love, crystal clear.  

  Thank you Father for allowing me to mold the state.  For being great, I am. Now onto bringing matters.  In gestation of kind, being more wonderfully mine.  I allow my ideal picturing you making sweet love to thine.  From the x to y and enjoying aahhh sigh. My minds mental twisting is showing you style,  Being certain its a living generating currency bow. Happy that I'm tickling singing my flow.  For all that I be to seeding and sowing Eyes from upon high knowing.  Thank you, Father, for giving the state, For being I'm great, shaping trait. Now onto matters, bringing them hear, Gestating wonders, treasures held there. I allow my ideal, picturing dancing thine, Sweet loving weaving through you mine. From X to Y, an intimate kiss, Insisting my mind persists,  Paintings dreaming's, scenes - sky. Living currency, a bow I bestow, Happy am I, singing my flow. For all I be, for seeds I sow, Eyes from above, watching me grow.

  To act knowingly in the world on your stage.  For all kind mine, I imagine creation dreaming.  Thinking and believing me into scene. Drawing upon the one in your being.  For the sight seeing eyes looking out into sky, Quenching my thirst for knowing why.  Here is my view and a question too, Wondering where my life is growing, yet hopeful cue. These are my pictures and words present mind, A prelude for my day attracting beauties shine.