James.:.Bilione

  To be in full attraction of the ideal thoughts,  Manifesting better  imaginations willingly, For me and my being.  To grow by letting go for knowing the key, Is to breathe into mind all ideas joyfully. Ideal thoughts orbiting magnetizing the beautiful, Manifesting bold abundance pictures, For me, my being, my source living soul. Free flowing growing is letting go, Floating up word seeds carrying the wind, Knowing the key opens only when release, To the glowing figure standing in the garden of light. I let every dream take root in freedom, Every vision drink sun and sky, For I am the garden, the gardener, the gate. Blooming by lifting go, Holding knowing turning the key, I enter, Into being the loving shining Son, Winning feeling beating flowering heart.   

  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...

  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...

  In light of the world is thee. Pretending to see who God made me to be. When could I believe who I think. I am participating in this life these are my acts. Here are my seeds presented for reading in word. Each letter a row for what fruits do grow. For this being my fifty third year planting upon land,  According to my almanac, this shall be my best harvest yet. Extracted from God's mine the dominant precious metal  Alchemical Art Baby Blue. In lights my world, I rise and see, The image of God reflecting in me, A thought once whispered, now yelling right, A presence born from creating light. Each act, a mark, a moment sown, A script scribing, a future known. Here are my seeds, aligned in two rows, Watering wisdom, where fortune grows. Fifty-three cycles, the soil tilling love, Turning the past to the promise from above. This harvest, the richest, the purest yet, A golden yield where the Son is set. From God’s own mine, a brilliance you, Alchemical shine—Art Baby Blue. T...

  May I use all the talents given to thee, Masterfully perfecting the word beyond out into see.  For claiming and using all mind, be. To painting my life picture beautifully.  Rise I ask my ideal thoughts to a height to inspire the light.  To shine my beacon to signal my God. From hear upon High I stand flying love over we.  Enjoying my bright ideas coming into view, Thankful Father for my imagination being you. May I wield the talents bestowed upon thee, Sculpting the seen, by shaping the unseen. Masterfully crafting the word around me, Sailing my thoughts into eternity. Each stroke, a picture, a world to conceive, A life painted boldly for all to believe. I rise, I call, to the height of the sky, My beacon ignited, my spark light stirring standing by. Father, I thank you for my visions coming true, For the fire inside, for the dreams splashing through. From here upon High, my love over we, Glowing, expanding, sparking mind me. And to all mankind He...

  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...

  I put forth all my might into the presenting picture.  Created from my words inspiring thought.  What could you imagine its means to living life.  Are my dreams in vision what do you see is it nice, There is a bridge in heaven and a stairway to the Sun. What could you mean by the pun.  That you have been storying some fun.  Where lights grow you beyond loving one. I bring forth all my sight into presenting picture, Words carving light, inspiring thought’s full scripture. What do you imagine, its meaning to my life’s play? Are my dreams your vision, is it nice today? A bridge in heaven stretches far to you, A stairway from Son bathing golden view. What is the pun, the riddle I’ve spun? A story in joyce where love begun. Where flowers bloom and hearts take light, Beyond the one, into infinite night. What grows here is the seed of fun, A stairway leading us all to the Sun.

  I add all ideal ideas to flow, For knowing what I know, And letting sums come grow.  One milli two, two milli three,  Three milli four now you know the score.   To be on this wave with thee, and playing for more.  Riding the ebb and woo woo, me. Catching your feelings balance, seeing coming into ends.  From the beginning t his is an idea I mold,  Into blessings come purifying gold. For my present choice chosen beside,  Happy to be the one who catching eye.    

  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...

  Into my Fathers arms.  Is the only true answer to where I am going.  Feelingly believing that is the only place for me. Walking on water upon sea looking out to land.  Beyond the quiet and the peace I breathe, Wandering where God is taking thee.  To this thought bubbling up free in to air, Knowing that there is some one some where who cares.  Yet here I sit contemplating my wit.  Hopeful inner eye will open unto fit.  The ideal perfecting idea to be, To the one who thinking breathing thee. Thank you from your great I am me.  Into my Father’s arms I hide, The truest haven, where I confide. Believing aligns with the path I see, Walking on water, calm as can be. Above the sea, I gaze to shore, Beyond the peace, I seek for more. Wondering thoughts rising, bubbling free, Calling me softly, Who cares for thee? Here I sit, my reflection inspection, Hoping for wisdom and I connection. The ideal forms shape, a thought beget see, Perfecti...

  Feeling into reality touching my creation being that it has already  Materialized, e motions amplifying attraction done. Oh how fun.  Beyond five minutes daily in a meditative state, visualizing my,  Twenty five building goal, me standing looking out to view,  Immersing joy and gratitude into myself and two. Energizing excitement in the pictured thought,  Having it, living it, being it, brought. Recognizing my unique skills and strengths,  Creation grounds the magnetic energy into actionable breaths,   Come talent, come skill, come willing knowledge, Come for I to play.  Acting with Confidence,  Releasing attachment to all  How while trusting the process.  Beginning with this small, inspired action resonating vision.  Being bold, intentional action what will I experience today that  Aligns with this creative vision? Feeling into reality, touching the now, The creation materialized, I wonder how? Emotions rise...

  Look at what my Father in me created.  This thought so true with my semen in you.  Wondering into dream what if could mean,  I guess my imagination born birthing view.  What if being true, I shall pretend I do.  I will revision front into time the immaculate idea, To appreciate this impregnated perfection.  Could it be true, I wonder I do.  To have thought this and see this you,  Means two plus two equals a new world for who. I have and am giving all for all, Being certain that I hear my Fathers call.  My work is done, I am fulfilling Gods play. Now I will observe enjoying being Yahweh.  Look at what my Father in me is procreating, A vision so vast, its beauty unabating. This thought so true, flowing life through you, Wondering in dream, what if it means anew? Could imagination born birth a view, Where the immaculate idea pulsing through? I pretend, I recall, I revision the I, Appreciating perfection, in this heart and min...

  What it means to walk on water, Knowing I can think and imagine any thought. Pretend or intend is a question. Early in the day ideas fly rise, Looking for some ears to whisper in surprise.  Standing over sea, Praying up to be. The spiritual star of the galaxy. When could I come by, And sing you my lulla high, Where I would levitate you next to me. What it means to walk on water, Is to know the boundless mind’s charter. To think, to dream, to conjure thought, Pretend or intend—what has life wrought? In the early day, as ideas take flight, They seek ears to whisper, hearts to ignite. Standing over sea, praying to be, The spiritual star of the galaxy. When could I come by, And sing you my lulla high? Where we’d levitate, together you me, In a world reborn, walking upon see.

  Do you see me like I see you? Asking the wind, ether, sea, me.  To help you visualize I present this kiss, My picture realizing you flying the air.  Protecting me lovingly, with so much care.  What do you think, do you like what you see? Do you see me like I see you? A vision forming, pure and blue. I ask the wind, to ride the sea, into ether for play, To shape my light and guide thy way. Here’s my kiss, sent upon a breeze, A picture molding with gentle ease. You flying high, guarding me there, Rapping love, with tender care. What do you think, does the view align? For in your sight, I see in the mind. Do you like what you see, as I like seeing thee? Together we soar, you and me.

  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.

  Refreshing is my song as I sing my love in you, Be careful to listen clear to what you hear,  For this is my call to you and all. Here are my words to tickle the kindling in air. From my heart to you,  I visualize myself making love to two,  being cause I paint the picturing view, Presenting by the one Art Baby Blue. When you come before my eyes to see,  May bless the skies in me, To be.  Refreshing is my song, love carrying through, Each note a visualizing vision of you. Being careful, listening clear to thy sound my air, These words are embers—tickling kindling sparks. From my heart to yours, a message be you, I paint the scene, a picture for two. For love is my canvas, the brush moving free, I present the part, breathing through me. Art Baby Blue—my voice, my muse, A call to the skies, a prayer I choose. When you stand before my eyes to see, The heavens will bow and bless my light in me, To be.

  I planted my seeds at 82nd and Stark, Pulling from the body its semitic word. Wandering no further from this point I dream.  Fulfilling all thoughts in the scene,  I gave everything God put in thee to birth a world. For the fruit of my Father is all in thy mind,  Continuing pro creation, enjoying my kind.  At 82nd and Stark, my seeds found soil, Pulling from the body, words uncoil. No wandering now, this point I dream, Fulfilling all thoughts in life's grand scheme. I gave all God placed within me to birth, A world of my making, a place of worth. For the fruit of my Father is all in mind, Continuing creation, embracing my kind. Proclaiming the beauty of what I see, A mirror of love, endlessly free. In the roots and the rise, I find my art, The seed of creation, my beating heart.