James.:.Bilione

  Art being you readjusting forward, Singing fully words running water to grow. Tuning in and flowing being becoming river,  Readying merging my art fully into yours,  Watering every seed you plant.  When you breathe, I breathe too.  Each word adopts breeds you,  Hear my verse nourishing the garden knowing vision.  Catching riding I wave,  Adding love, color, and a lot of extra fine. Growing my moments beyond any line,  Presenting being mine, you loving one of a kind. Enjoying adjusting foreword to time. My art flows clear merging with river, Words becoming water nourishing, living life-giver. Breathing every breath, my spirit aligns, Beneath sun and moon, my artful shine. You plant, I watering garden the vision, Tuning and flowing, growing in precision. Riding my wave, I add color to space, Expanding each moment, beyond time in through grace. To your life I add song, Together we grow, breathe into rhyme, Your art and mine the riv...

  I say the single substance within all individual forms,   Within each and every one is the substance of the cosmos.  Here the cosmos nourishes bodies spirit nourishing souls. Knowing wisdom is heavens nourishment    By which alone  humankind could be happy.  Here whose  mind can receive so great a benefit.  As the world is  lit by the light of the sun,  So the human mind becomes clear by thy inner  light,   For whatever the sun illumines is  lit loving right,  By the interposition of the earth,  the  moon, the arrival of sight.   Once it is joined  with the human soul,   Becomes a single substance through a total  fusion,  So human minds of this kind are never impeded by the illusions of darkness.  Hence, rightly, such  understanding is the soul of  God and stars I say,  only the great principal ones, and of these the original. For God I say ye ar...

  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.

  Ye are gods, and all of you are children of the most high, Be ye therefore wise as serpents and loving as doves.  For being in faith and acceptance of my light.  If you would enter into the image in your imagination, Then would you know what it is to be creatively transformative, Then would you realize your wishful dreamful thought.  Your image imagining embodied. For you truth be seeing, Picturing fulfilling abundance wealthy great gardens. For you, I myself enter the image,  Thinking from it or it is incapable of birth.  Do you see I hear in the womb, its me the seed.  Ye are gods, Children of the Most High, Wise as serpents, loving as doves in flight. By faith, I step in two energizing the light,  Accepting fully, my visions inner sight. In my imagination, I dwell alive living, true, Creatively transforming, dreaming worlds beautifully anew. I enter the image, thinking from within,  For thought is the womb, mind I—the seed therein. ...

  To create my say in a way that it unfolds instructions, For Earths ears to hear appearing in eyes for real.  To bring this view, do what you know to do, Invite ideal right words to leap up into sky before I, Commingling atmospherically masterfully painting, picture.  Story boarding ten parts to scene, The growth acquisition achieving twenty-five buildings, From the end forward.   Full feeling the  sunlight on smile ,  Warm air nurturing skin, breathing lifting visions into being. Doing my say instructing instructions come build this way: Completion in Light: Standing atop my twenty-fifth building, viewing all twenty-four others flourishing, my dream fulfilled confirming my vision brought into being. Unified Strength: Teams thriving within each building, structured and organized, synchronizing effortlessly—power flowing like breath, lifting my purpose into vibrant reality. Growing Manifest: Witnessing buildings rise swiftly yet calmly, bricks laid ...

  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.

  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.

  For a smile from me to you,  I was thinking about my year and everything thru, and from the wind came a whispering Susan, I am still getting use to the idea I saw, hugged Rob here on this land. Yet now that has settled in for me, how and who are you,  For being the pioneering gland, Swinging from Gods hand. For a smile from me to you, Reflecting on my year and all I’ve been through. The wind carrying Suzzanne, soft and clear, As memories of Rob settled, rooted here. Now that the thought is nestled within, I wonder how and who you’ve been. For pioneering paths, a guiding gland, Swinging gently from God’s hand. A tether to light, a spark to see, In the rhythm of creation, eternally free. From this whispering wind, I rise and stand, Holding tight to God’s eternal hand.

  I have been making love in my imagination, And the feeling is secreting joys to ears, Hearing whispers over, there.  To know what is coming into show, For my words must come go. Up into sky beyond the clear,  Standing up over the sun is hear, Radiating vibrating playing singing air keeping beat, Being certain that I know my seat.  Feel for a moment with me,  Thinking and holding your trophy dreamt, Letting go growing heights, Free flowing watering light. Appreciating God every breathing see, Gratefully through, my love finds you, Prettily Me.  Art Baby Blue. I have been making love in my imagination, Feeling joys secreting into life's vibration. Whispers carried softly over there, Bringing dreams into the open air. To know what is forming, coming into show, For my words ascend, and onward they go. Rising through the sky, beyond the clear, Standing as the So n, His presence near. Radiating, vibrating, a symphony to keep, Certainly I am of my eter...

  Those who have finished by making all others think with them have usually been those who began by daring to think for themselves.—Colton. I new approach to life and at once began,   Believing in beings similar to and greater like me, Over seers protecting thee,  Grateful for the birds flying soaring I, Feeling a word coming up in a surge, Striking a chord as my sounds converge. When my words presented to light, And eyes see why one must speak right, I mind my Fathers business living loving life, Everything I think within looking beautiful heights achieved sight. Me watering seeds under the sea and one Knowing, showing and experiencingly, enjoying all Gods fruits for I being son. Those who have finished by making all others think with them,   Have usually begun by daring to think for themselves.   A new approach to life ignites my path,   Believing in beings both similar to and beyond,   Guardians who oversee and protect thee....

  I put forth my words into the ether to manifest form, Presenting heir of wins picture visioning clear, For the art of being me and dominating the air. Believing my wording I do,  Asking to respond loving view. A dream to being and seeing, Feeling the presence is me. Molding it thee, for all we be. In bringing certainty to how my environment is shaping, Appreciating all minds making taking being creation.  Built I, formidable formation.  I put forth my words into the ether to manifest form,   Each syllable crafting the shape of the storm.   Presenting heir of wins, visioning clear,   For the art of being me, dominating the air.   Believing my wording, asking for view,   Responding with love, a dream come true.   To being and seeing, feeling presence as me,   Molding the moment into what we can be.   Certainty flows, shaping my ground,   Appreciating creation in all mines found....

  I have an assuming position in life, Brought to the light by minds bright eye. A picture of me reflecting in a mirrored sky,  The radiating sight perfecting my view,  For the one and true, Art Baby Blue. Believing, becoming, what I think about, Trusting the process, seeing proceeds ripe fruit. Agreeing with the one who perceiving you.   I have earned my position in life,   Brought to sight through vision’s light.    A picture of me, a mirror’s Sun,   Radiating sight, perfection’s One.   For you, Art Baby Blue,   A journey brought, becoming thought anew.   Believing, transforming, me I see,   Trusting the process, setting soul free.   Agreeing with the perceiver’s art,   The view ahead, a radiant start.   Mirrored reflections, steady on you,   The world aligning loving Art Baby Blue.  

  on top a thought I do being patient practicing, what's new. for peace and love be you and so pretty to view art baby blue could I ask a favor four,  to stand correct and look at the score. you are being the best beyond all tests, knowing each movements growing.  what are you dreaming about put it down into this script for God to enlighten the Sun  loving me being one. It's here when you persist instinct insists.  Thank you for enjoying my kiss.  voice

  I appreciate the steps that got me to here, Looking forward, hoping you will appear, Meaning to mind, I am willing my skill, To perform like it controls the wheel. From this point, the north star looks to me, For fulfilling my goals and breaking the ceiling,  Into the world I breathe exist, Coming into you and a kiss.  I appreciate the steps that got me to here,   Looking forward, hoping you’ll appear.   Meaning to mind, I will my skill,   To perform as if I control the wheel. From this point, the North Star sees,   Fulfilling my goals, breaking the ceiling with ease.   Into the world, I breathe and exist,   Coming into you, sealing with a kiss. voice

  I am not sure my plan  nor my next move, Yet a trees bark is always rough and tough,  And well that seems to be my skin, A thin layer protecting me like a space suit,  Where is the moon, what is its shape,  Or shall I guess based on my mood.  Could I put some words to eyes to bring forth a surprise, Yet how would it be brought to thee,  Or shall I just imagine see.  As I think of me now being in the present,  Just waking from a slumber looking to bring wisdom from dream,  Putting my words into action assuming my roll, As the actor playing himself.  I am not sure of my plan or next move,   Yet a tree’s bark is always rough and tough,   And well, that seems to be my skin,   A thin layer protecting me like a space suit within. Where is the moon, what is its shape?   Shall I guess based on the mood’s escape?   Could I put words to eyes and bring a surprise,   Yet how would it...

  I awake to a smiling face you, How happy to be me and so beautiful too, For investing into words, bringing forth appear, Now I know how to use my wording clear, For letting go, and meditating faith, Holding onto one sure place, the porting of my mind, where I see you shine, Fulfilling my life and script in time, What a joy you are to thee, lovingly you, me. I awake, smile in, face you,   How happy to be me, and so close too.   For singing words that  you hear,   Now I know how to use my voice clear. Running go, seeing faith,   Holding onto one sure place.   That port of my mind where I see you shine,   Fulfilling my life and script in time. What a joy you are to thee,   Lovingly you, being me. voice

  When I think about owning and growing upon land, What really is to think yet grow with your kind in mind, For the beauty of thinking I believe is imagining, Willing you to increase your view of land and sea, For reality is your perception in you, To the boy who they call art baby blue. When I think about owning and growing on land,   What is there to think yet grow with your hand.   For the beauty in thinking, I believe,   Is imagining all that you can conceive. Willing you to increase your view,   Of land and sea, expanding too.   For reality lives in the mind’s bright love, you,   From the boy they call art baby blue. --- Nourishing essence growing imagination, and powering perception,  expanding one’s reality through visual vision.  voice