James.:.Bilione

  Where are you presently thinking mind, actually touching feeling saying thanking. Father for creations scenes twenty five buildings up operating owner I, being, breathing I, am doing better and better and better Thank you Father for allowing me  to charge rent to people, spirits, all ideas for being in mind. For Where am I thinking now? Touching, feeling, saying thanks, Father, for all these rising picturing winning me scenes, twenty-five building towers horizon up in sky lines, owner operating under over, kiss I. For rising, for gaining, for growing better into the best being, breathing, lifting up joy unto every ideal thought. Thank you, Father, for granting I the right to love thy people, thy spirits, to all forms that enter my sky in mind realm, each one earning investing enlight,  fueling thy suns vision, eyes carrying sight. Image I walking amongst my towers, all floors alive, each room a mansion , each tenant a spark, the Son, I smile, for these ar...

  When word becomes sparks,  Heaven is speaking upon Earth. For the sparkling of the son,  How wonderfully joyfully lovingly I am. Every syllable I breathe births a shimmer, Letters igniting, swirling upwards, As laughter captures taking the sky, A constellation forming around I, Each spark is seed creating a star, Lightning dancing, Lovingly swirling beautiful drips, Blue sparkles flowing from my lips,  Becoming word, being win.

  Thank you Father for grabbing my hand,  Flying me into the great story I am.  Lifting me gently above the land, Guiding my sight through this flight you planned, Into the greatness of all that I am. From this position proper, I smile to the pun,  Who has allowed me to fly up on,  Into the sky, through the stars, over the one.  Being I am playing your Son.  Thank you Father for giving me wisdom, Creating me into the great story I am. Carrying me walking above the land, Guiding my I through this seed you planted, Building the greatness of all that I am. From this position proper, I see, The smile, the pun, the mystery—me. Breathing the light, becoming begun, Who has allowed me to fly upon, Into the sky, through the stars,  Rising like I am over enjoying being Sun. The story being greatness chose you, be One.

  What do you truly want if brought into view,  Where you are more happy than me loving you, Being present for thee, Tickling the sky we.  To my land a planet,  You know where I can be free freely me. Sow I can flow over and into,  Becoming Sun light being me loving you.  What do you truly want when you come into me, A world painting brighter than dreams ever knew, Where your laughter outshines all the skies calling blue, Hear your joy is deeper in me loving view? Till my planet, the land of the free, Lit by my spirit abound, thriving for score, wins, dominancy, Breathing the air made by my wishes setting fires free, Each moment made sweeter by simply being me. For tickling heavens heart, as we dance upon night, Flowing through space, two souls ignite, Stars bowing to honor, our blissful unite, As I become sun, and you, my light. This planet I seed in the pineal my mind, Watering freedom, being loving Gods kind, A world I create where truth al...

    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.

  I am happy to make assumption,  Assuming ideals to bring my minds eyes two see.  I choose to think four great thoughts,  To speak creating, building, attracting, beautiful pictures, To, with, for I to be. Gratefully thanking Father for your success in me.  Born in your mind for this time.  To lift the veil proving proudly showing my wills kind.  I am happy to accept my assumption, Imagining visions in joyous consumption. Choosing thoughts of greatness profound, Creating, attracting beauty all around. I speak building words, pictures clear, Drawing scenes vividly near. For, with, and through me to be, Grateful to Father for success in me. Born from His mind, precisely timed, For lifting veils, with will aligned. Proudly proving what dreams fulfill— Manifesting greatness from assumed ideal.  

  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...

  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.  

  To mold and visualize my picture through. Looking to the sky for guiding me on my next to do.  I am thinking each word I present to the day,  Would wiggle, worm, and forage the way.  To bring about the new frontier,  Where I dwell being the great pioneer.  For my Father from your Son,  I am patient in obeyance dreaming one. To mold, to shape, to dream anew, My picture forming a path in view. Eyes cast high where the heavens scene, Guiding whispering stirring thy stream. Each word a seed, it moves, it grows, Wiggling forth where wisdom flows. A frontier rises, vast and clear, Where I stand tall, the great pioneer. Father above, from your chosen Son, Obeyance deep, the dreaming one. Patient hands, a faithful heart, Building creation, your divine spark.

  Here is my moment to shine the light, On the world and sea, For the grace in God loving upon me.  Imagine a view of Him next to you.  For He is literally breathing through. From hear I attract a unique thought.  Being all mind, Dominating lovingly yet mastering it me. For my aid of being into you, I give will, willingly imagining for eyes, To see my view as one look at you, My fiery flame, the key to air and sea,  Yes I agree, me.  Here is my moment to fire the light, Onto the world and sea, radiant bright. For the grace of God is loving me, A presentment of Him, eternally free. Imagine viewing Him beside you, Breathing life, creating it all. From here, I summon a thought unique, Mastering mind, the strength I seek. Dominating lovingly, crafting my view, Giving will, willingly, imagining you. For eyes to see what hearts pursue, A vision in love, fiery hue. My flame ignites the air and sea, The essence of all, agreeing with me. For this unio...

  There are moments when you are feeling the rhythms, Your mind dances to the beats pulsating blinking, Then comes the one two tug, bouncing back and forth.  Into time you float floating on sensing sensation. Wow what a wonderful creation.  These are my thought hearing a vibing tune. Doing a two step forward, a side shuffle slide.  Tadow to the spin joyful glide.  Me asking,  do you want to ride.  There are moments when you feel the rhythms, Your mind sways, caught in the beats’ schism. A one-two tug, a bounce, a glide, Floating on sensation, no need to hide. Into mind, you soar, weightless and free, Wow, what a wonder this creation must be. Hearing the vibe, the tune so sweet, Two steps forward, sliding shuffling my feet. Tadow to the spin, a joyful glide, A question fingers, Do you want to ride? The rhythms callings, my musical grace, Come, let's dance in this magical space.

  When you look back on my life what will you see. You will see the world God created before me.  In this sea of light there I am.  Brought to you by my thinking thoughtful tree. Oh wisdom be you and come kiss me you, For this time in my mind is so beautiful, Using all of it like I own a mine.  A pineal gland, a spark in my heart, a literal view, To you I do.  When you look back on my life, what will you see? You’ll see the world God created before me. In this sea of light, there I stand, A vision crafted by His thoughtful hand. Oh wisdom, be you, come kiss me my presence, For this time my mind is so beautifully true. Using all of it, as if I own a mine, A pineal spark, my heart’s smile. A literal view, a radiant blue, To you, my love, I do. For this my story, the light, the art, Brought to life by my loving God.

  I move my mind to the heavens above, Knowing its all I can do to touch the dove. Who are the angelic beings? What essence provide the name? How could I inspire them prettily? Where shall I go beyond the unseen scene? Why do you smile when reading my style? Did you hear the smirk on my face, As you caught my thought traveling through space.  Well willing my seed to be.  The dominant me, the one controlling see. Marvelously if I  do say so to thee.  Longingly you. Art Baby Blue I move my mind to the smiles above, Reaching for grace, the eternal dove. Who are the angelic beings unseen, What essence crafts their radiant being? How do I inspire them, prettily so, Guiding my eyes, where shall I go? Beyond the unseen, a realm untold, My source be light, both brave and bold. Why do you smile at the rhythm, my style, Catching my thought as it travels a mile? The smirk on my face, you heard it clear, A spark in the space, drawing you near. Well willing my s...

  Being easy about what I am thinking.  Realizing all ideas issuing in present.  I am visualizing my rise as a tree grows free.  Walking along is God Jesus Me. Showing me where I belong, Listening to my song.  To the east west and north south yours, To grow and till like you own mind.  For being you I do.  Thankful and gratefully, for all my sky ports new.  Being easy in thought, my heart takes wing, Realizing the present, where all ideas sing. I visualize my rise, a tree growing free, Walking alongside God, Jesus, and Me. They show me my place, where roots belong, Listening closely to my life’s song. To east and west, to north and south, I till the soil with love from my mouth. Owning my mind, my vision, my due, Thankful, grateful for sky ports anew. Each thought a flight, each word a seed, For all my dreams, I have what I need.

  The moment for making love come true, For the idea to breathe I must know what it is. This thought being love, could you explain yourself to me? Who what where how why do I care? When the question is clear, and inching ever so near, The teacher will appear.  Do you believe my answer is real? Is your answer the art of inflection. Yes.  For the idea to breathe, I must know what it is, A spark, a whisper, my reason to insist. This thought, being love, speaks softly to thee, Could you explain yourself, building my story? Who, what, where, how—why do I care? When the question is near, the answer becomes clear, The teacher appearing guiding through perplexion, Unveiling truth in loves art of inflection. Do you believe my answer is real? Is it bound to the mind or the soul's appeal? Yes, it is both—it's thinking thought’s inception, A knowing arrow, is loving the spark in connection.

  The bebop hip hop me, Singing from this box on your frequency, Collecting all the wind to flow and synch with thee. Now that I got your attention, let me clear my throat.  For all matters concerning you burning shining through, How you got my heart beating singing my view,  Being certain that two come, humming along. Hear I am Father bringing the dance and the band, Opening up the sky, spreading sea and land. Playing in the mind of Gods creative plan, Successfully, abundantly and dominantly you, All my love, Art Baby Blue. The bebopping hip hopping me, Singing at the top on your frequency, Investing all my wind to blow and sync with thee. Now that I’ve got your mind, let me clear my time, For all matters concerning you, burning, shining, taking note. How you’ve got my heart beating, singing my view, Being certain that two come, humming along true. Here I am, Father, bringing dancing band, Opening up the sky, spreading I upon land. Secreting in the mind of God'...

  Each day i live i create wonderfully, I put that before the play,  to let it word its way. Can you like I? Imagine a seed grow into a flower and beyond. As eyes water the soil in dream and thought, moistening the shell of the dream begot. Awakening into a whole new world, knowing instinct be growing and getting light.  Spreading out in every direction first one seeing sight.  For being the one to raise the bar and smash it through, Into the bright sun lit ray be I,  Standing perfecting bowing to the sky, is me be true Art Baby Blue. Each day I live, I create wonderfully, Setting the tone before the play, To let my words find their way. Can you, like I, imagine a seed? Growing into a flower, beyond its creed. As I water the soil with dreams and thought, Moistening the shell of the vision sought. Awakening into a whole new world, Instinct alive, pristine and pearl. Spreading out in every perfection bright, Becoming the first to witness sight. For bei...

  For in this moment, I am inside my commitment, I believed all in tilling began. With a smile on my face and my lips kissing grace, Slapping the feeling turning the key, Shaking the tree as my apples come down, Ready and ripe ideal produce for steam.  Oh Adam I wonder your story present,  Fore know ledge, I guess we should not eat what we could sale, Yet the word knot prepared the story for tell. All being said gratefully be, Enjoy your sails as the winds curtails, Forming into a watering view  Of God loving you.  In this moment, I compel commitment's light, Tilling the soil, harvesting my dreams in sight. A smile presses my lips kissed revealing taste, Answering's keen, releasing chaste. Shaking the tree, ripe apples fall, Ideal fruits for steam—answering the call. Oh Adam, I ponder your tale so well, A knot of knowledge, a story to tell. Should we eat what we could sell? Or let the word shape the story to spell? Gratefully I bow to the sails that r...