James.:.Bilione

  God thank you for creating shaping me in image,  Happy successful lovingly dominant,  Joyfully beautiful from in your eye.  A reflection bright with your breath, A being crowned in joy. Through your eye I shine, Coming from the light you saw fit to give, Beautiful in essence, eternal in purpose, For being the art you dreaming me to be. Knowing I am who you chose to see.

  As I look upon my mind feeling for its pink undertones,  I can only think this is the pasture,  And the playground of the dolphin. From this point to view,  I leap jumping swimming into sky. For being dreaming art baby blue,  I kiss kissing, enjoy enjoying,  love loving lovingly, Luck lucking. Fuck, fucking you. As I come coming into thy mind, Feeling its pink undertones, I realize this is my pasture— My playground, over there dolphins, free jumping up to me, Swimming through skies yet endless imagination. From this vantage, I leap, dancing through clouds, Playful as a playboy dreams, Surfing currency heir, Kiss kisses kissing, Love loving joyful ripples, luckily, lovingly, biting nipples, Touching skies embracing the wild, I smile, Beautifully fuck.  Fucking lucky, You.  

  For the basis of knowledge resides in the Supreme Good. Everything in the cosmos is serving giving energy by spirit,  Like  a mechanical  musical instrument,  Both subject to the will kissing lovingly being highest son God.  For now, let this be sufficient for thee. Let me paint my present picture pretty for me.  Being all in dream, for thinking living breathing,  Investing each word for reoccurring dividends, From songs singing attracting earning currency, Affirming showing my belief.  Believing I become what I think.  I, The ideal dominate greatest best.  In the cosmos, knowledge finds its home, Rooting creating within the Supreme Good alone. Every star and planet, each atom, each moment, Is energizing Spirit, animating divine power. Life, a musical instrument, precise, sublime, Guided by the Highest Will, perfecting mind. Now, let my present picture appear— Crafted through dreams, words vibrant and clear. Each thought inves...

  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. ...

  The wind carries me, Successfully fulfilling the heir.  Believing is seeing me drive exotic cars, Steer fancy boats, fly and be flown upon fastest safest travel. To conceive the conception instilling inception.  I pray all the planets who align today to thee,  The sign showing proceeding celebrating me. Everywhere I go and am seen in the world,  My aura being dominating loving spirit, Prepares the air, Wherefore the ideal opportunities, people, businesses, technologies, And women attract to I.  Enjoyingly from these words eloquently present, Brought from the sky to thy. The wind carries me, a spark to light, Golden trails in the sky burning bright. Success unfolds like its my mind, Steering the world, every signal a sign. Exotic wheels upon the ground, Gliding over waters profound. Flight above, faster than sight, Heaven aligns to bless my might. Planets turning, cheering, whispering there, Celebration ringing in every sphere, Aura radiant, dra...

  I became conscious of being great,  I am still conscious of being great.  And I shall continue to be conscious of being great,  Until that which I am conscious of being is perfectly expressed.  Stars come shine to broad cast heavens light. Burning bright me in the center on point right.  Win is the song singing to ear, Whispering victoriously here. To be conscious of being, and creating great beautifully. For becoming great, I am dominating  sub consciously you . All to bring forth the great Art Baby Blue.  I became conscious of being great, I am still conscious of being great. And I shall continue to be conscious of being great, Until that which I am conscious of being is perfectly expressed. Stars come shine to broadcast heaven’s light, Burning bright, me in the center, on point, right. Wining won is the song singing to ear, Whispering victoriously yelling here. To be conscious of being, creating great beautifully, For becoming great...

  I have yet to look to affirm that I, Been putting thought to screen for four years twice daily.  From the music being heard in the silence b etween the chords. 

  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. 

  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.

  I touching the sky through my inner eye, Reaching out and up lifting fire into air spark light, Burning bright for years where my Fathers says done.   Thank you for to day and me being the star in my say. Being in heaven inheaving breath, ex heaving all the rest.  There is my wholistic view for where I dwell,  Above the smiling bell. Hearing the winds request for me to vibrate the best. From the calm comes the roaring sound all around, The beat swelling surging to crest, My frequency high artfully rhythmically literally  lovingly lyrical. My inner eye presents a view, Reaching out, lifting fire into you, Sparks ignite, light burning bright, A time to shine where my Father knows whose one. Thank you for today, for the star in my say, Heaven inheaving breath, exheaving all the rest. This is my whole, my space, me on top making love on the crest, Above the ringing bell that sings dancing I am best. The wind calls me, a voice in tune, there best bloo...

  To all the girls who came before eye, I got you thinking, now we are synching,  Firstly hear my thank you for gracing my skies.  Being in my present position, scribing planting future thoughts. Please be certain, for whatever reason you are not by my side in form, you are in mind. Yet I have been wondering about you, and where my thoughts were in lieu. Thank you for playing your part in my play,  From you I am learning to bring better fruitful seeds. Like these words I am planting today.  For you to be beautiful, confident, dominant and loving, Being all who you are in I am.  To all the girls who came before eye, You graced my thoughts, you touched my sky. I got you thinking, we were synching, For our time, my hearts singing. Firstly, hear my thankful you, For being the light that lit art baby blue. In my present, scribing, harvesting future seeds, Each one inspiring by lessons you freed. Though not by my side in form, I live in my mind, keeping me war...

  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 revision myself and all personas, Into ideal characters  that occupy mind.  I invest until the images feel becoming,  Real for me to be proud of their being them,  As I am me. Meaning I am proud to be,  Yet to think is free willing imaginations skills.  Entering a thought has come to the presence, Of who I am becoming. For investing energy into crafting the perfect words.  The Great I am. I revision myself and to all personas, Hear read the script.  Refining each until they shine in mind's light. Ideal characters occupy my thoughts, Each crafted to be, each sculpted to see. I invest until their essence feels true, Becoming real, proud, as they are of me too. For in my being, love is seeded deep, Yet in thought, I am free to leap. Imagination, a boundless skill, Shaping presence of who I will. Each word invested, each letter a dividend, The Great I Am, this currency of mind, Manifesting creating a beautiful day. Crafting the p...

  Whatsoever things ye sire, when ye pray,  Believe that ye receive them and ye shall have them. I stretch my spirit to fulfill reaching surpassing mind,  Yes beyond the scope of being far is sight.  I have been putting all my thoughts in words to music.  Its an interesting spark yet I lean on ingroovement.  For both the art yet specific for the purposeful intent.  It is allowing me to see my words sung on stages around the globe.  For this new thought train on tracks seeding care and love in the air. Am I to feel a stadium full of fans listening clapping hands.  I do see and hearing it true.  Whatsoever things ye sire, when ye pray, Believe that ye receive them and they come your way. I stretch my spirit, reaching beyond mind, Surpassing the edges of space and time. Each thought I’m sowing in melody and word, A spark igniting, my voice now heard. Leaning into the groove of creation's flow, Artful yet purposeful, watching it grow. I h...

  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 time and moment I think,  I believe I am on the brink,  Of my light bulb about to blink.  For in my mind I see it ignite. For the chicken in the egg, My are you tasty, Says the womb to the sperm.  As heaven above,  so heaven below, Just being certain that you know.  That its about time for you to show. Each moment I think, I come alive, On the brink of my light ball beings thrive. In my mind, I see it ignite, A spark of creation, bold and bright. The chicken and egg, a riddle profound, Tasty musings in cyclings all abound. Come says the womb to the sperm, let’s play, For heaven’s rhythm flowing this way. As above, so below, the blessings flow, The cosmical dancing ensuring you know. Timing turning its key; the curtain draws, To reveal your light, to rouse applause. It’s about time, the seed must show, From fertile thought, the branches grow. In this moment, my bulb doing shine, Mirroring the light of the Great of all mind.

  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...