James.:.Bilione

  Have you noticed the change in my work,  My art, my words in play? It is a direct correlation to the images brought forth, Confident how curiously true.  For in this stage of the game,  The birth, the fame, the winning Art Baby Blue. If you are hearing this song singing halleluiahs butterfly, Look up to the sky and cry out upon high, Thanking thee for bringing me, for your mind to see.  I rise into the phoenix being sun unto one.  Have you noticed the change in my work, My art, my words at play? A direct reflection of the images brought, Confidently, curiously true, I say. For in this stage of the game The birth, the fame, the winning Art Baby Blue name. In hearing this song singing halleluiahs  Bubbs is flying , Look up to the heavens and pray into high. Thank thee for bringing me, A picture for your mind to seeing, Glorious and bright, me lighting light. I rising into the phoenix, lifting brightening the sun, Being lovingly one.

  At the first site of day, I see the light radiating you, This to me is the great one being, Yet what a picture and a view.  From seed to land, I believe is in hand.  Could my thoughts be true,  Planting sowing and seeding me you.  Would you like to know, To feel and see with eyes, blessings and blessings for you and me. To bring forth a wonderfullness beautiful sky,  For thee where I fly. 

  I feel like I slayed my dragon. If a thought is a thing well I am braggin. For seeing idea come true in picture view,  Is a beautiful place to wonder.  What's next and where to pretty you? Maybe Art Baby Blue should do a world tour true. To marry a fact and to cement too,  Is how I feel saying I do.  I feel like I’ve slayed my dragon, If a thought is a thing, well, I am braggin’. Seeing ideas come true in vivid view, A beautiful place where dreams wander through. What’s next, and where to, Pretty You? Maybe Art Baby Blue should tour the world, true. To marry a fact, to cement it too, Is how I feel saying, I do. Each step I take, a victory in kind, Building my castle, both body and mind. My yearnings are unfolding, shining the light you, Guided by love, by dreams, and Me, Art Baby Blue.

  Here I am sitting in obeyance to my Father, Thinking, praying for the Sons glory, Flying by saying hi are the birds in the sky, Singing how lovingly true is Art Baby Blue? Me believing is breathing knowing proceedings,  Being gratefully who God has made me to be,  Passing his seed to flower into the womb in thee. Here I am, sitting in obeyance loving my Father, Reflecting, praying, for the Son’s rays to gather. Flying by, saying hi, are the birds in the sky, Singing, How lovingly true you are Art Baby Blue. Believing is breathing, a knowing proceeding, Grateful for the being, God’s purpose exceeding. A seed passed forth, to bloom, to see, Flowering from the womb, my creation in thee. Me, a spiritual spark in a vessel, setting fire free, Living the master Me of God’s artistry.

  Reaching out finding arms embrace, Knowing my dreams have come into place, Where my ideas revealed into show and space. As these words are reading motions moving reeling, Bringing forth a sensing feeling. Letting go a releasing knot  Securing my position at the top spot.   Reaching out, finding arms embrace,   Dreams align, taking their place.   Ideas unveiling, filling show and space,   A vision clear, a winning race.   Each word read sets motions reeling,   Bringing forth a vibrant feeling.   A knot released, a tether undone,   Securing the prize, the top spot won.   From thought to form, the journey's complete,   Standing tall, my place elite.   With grace and ease, I claim my lot,   A victor crowned, tickling, G spot.  

  Being at ease and thinking clearly,  Choosing what thought to think and image to bring before eyes, Here is a view of me to you. For building ideas into words, that grow skyscrapers touching sky, I bring images to mind to perfect each ideal picture, So here is thee presenting a pivotal scene, In my life's dream.  Confident in knowing what is beginning to show,  Happy for every seed I sowed.  Being at ease and thinking clearly,   Choosing thoughts as stars, nearly,   A vision I bring, a view to you,   For building ideas into words that grew.   Skyscrapers touch the sky's face,   A reflection of my dreams' steady pace.   Each image honed, ideal and pure,   Pivotal scenes of my life Gore.   Confident in knowing what begins to glow,   Happy for every seed I sowed below.   This is my life's dream taking shape,   A masterpiece born from the landscape. ...

  Bringing artistry forward, Words arrowing upon eyes, reading to ear. I created my picture of two, Belonging to me, you. To hold my smile and figure, For grasping at a vision brought out by mind, Looking in I do, rising up for blue, Kissing the crystal in the sky, For blessing art, baby, I. Artistry flowing lighting my mind,    Words that pierce, yet gently kind.   Two souls sketched in colors anew,   Belonging together, just me and you.   I hold the smile, the shape we create,   A vision unfolding, guided by fate.   Rising for blue, crystal skies in two,    A kiss that blesses, art born through.   Blessed are we, in this creative high,  Art, baby, reaching the sky. voice

  In this day, my words will plow and sow, Tilling the soil massaging the roots, For giving my all, on every moving movement, Do you believe your planted seeds,  Shall grow high into sky,  flowering I? It being the nature of life, I let go and receive my dream, entering, bringing thy. On this day, I play and rest. Knowing mental blessings will shower my way. I have pushed and pull for so long, Perfecting my song as I smoke a bong, Ingesting the heavens and releasing my angels, To rain up, into the earth, touching me, son. For being so loving to all, specifically you.  I let go and receive, my dream entering high,   On this day, I play and rest, reaching the sky.   Knowing blessings in mind will shower my way,   A peaceful heart in the rhythmic play. I’ve pushed and pulled for so long,   Perfecting my tune, my soul’s own song.   Inhaling the heavens, releasing my angels,   To rise through the earth, my spirit...

  The joy of the fall was to fight in the late of night. For here, no ones there, yet, you. Inside the dream I could imagine a scene, Realer than the realest real, Closer and nearer, feeling God. The skins I could see and touch, The smells of the surroundings huddled up. Focusing instinct beyond lines formed, Creating pictures that bring me joy, impressing the Earth as I stand heir.  The joy of the fall was to fight in the late of night,   For here, no one's there, yet you in sight.   Inside the dream, I could imagine a scene,   Realer than the realest real, serene. Closer and nearer, feeling God’s hand,   The skins I could see, the touch so grand.   The smells of the Earth, surroundings huddled tight,   Instinct sharp, beyond formed lines sight. Creating pictures that bring me joy,   Impressing the Earth as I stand, heir to the soil.   For in this moment, the dream and is I aligned,   Cl...

  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

  Look at me,  I got all the ladies lining up, wanting to play on thee, What shall I do, should I hide in my shell, Or, maybe open up and begin to set sail. For you being pretty and blue, Singing like you are art baby, who? Let me take this time, to bring forth my view, About me loving you. Look at me,   I’ve got all the ladies lining up, you see.   What shall I do, hide in my shell?   Or open up and let the story tell? For you, being pretty and true,   Singing like you are art baby blue.   Let me take this time to show,   The love in my heart, as it grows and flows. A moment to bring me you, I speak my view,   About me, loving you. --- The lighthearted yet sincere tone, expressing admiring joy of connection, let me know how it feels! voice

  For me being me,  I take this opportunity to spin my web, In mid air connecting dots to lines, For each water bead a seedling spark, Birthing in the within, I take all mind to bend, Projecting thoughts eyes pretending real, Giving God my ideal, For feeling surreal and being tops, I water my plants knowing the plot. For me being me,   I take this chance to spin my web, free.   In mid air, connecting dots to lines,   Each water bead, a spark that shines. Birthing within, I bend all time,   Projecting thoughts in rhythm and rhyme.   Pretending real, I shape the ideal,   Giving God my vision to feel. Feeling surreal, I rise to the top,   Watering my plants, knowing the plot.   For in this gardening thought, I grow,   My seeds into dreams, I let them flow, Dancing my best being me. --- My creative process flowing ideas, intentional shaping reality.  art baby blue

  Stretching out into the ether,   Painting a picture is me.   Sitting in my beautiful home, building, shop,   Smiling to God, singing, "Thank you, Father." Beautiful girl by my side, enjoying the wonder,   Bank accounts growing by leaps, bounds,   Increasing monthly income, profit abound.   New apparel on arrival,   Time to shine,   Bringing out my style for I to profile.    Success and love, the stars love you.   Looking at my masterpiece coming into view,   Living my dream, ever so true. --- This radiates the fulfillment of my dreams, painting a picture of prosperity, love, and style. Do you reflect my vision? art baby blue voice

  Standing in the middle of my land,   Looking around like an owl,   To turn about and see,   Mountains near thee. How precious is my land,   For now I overstand,   Bringing about fruit, love, and cherries,   My, I have some miraculous stories. The earth beneath speaking love to me,   Whispering secrets inviting eternity,   As I walk, my steps align,   My present rhythm living life, so pure, divine.  I thrive,  n ourishing love, fully alive. --- This chapter captures my grateful land and the wisdom gained from its beauty. How does it resonate with your vision?

  To be honored and forthcoming,   Says the wind to me.   I shall bring forth your fruits for loving the sea,   Until the end of time you shine loving light,   Brightening the A’s for challenging to B. For you, I honor the future soaring,   Singing like the present, perfecting thy roar. --- This chapter reflects on the wisdom of the wind as a guiding force, promising to carry forward the fruits of love and light. The imagery of honoring the future and soaring with the wind emphasizes growth, transformation, and embracing challenges with strength. It is a celebratory and empowering addition to my poetic journey.

  For a grand experience   And knowing what you get,   For me being on top of the world   And blowing kisses into the sea.   In becoming the very best,   I go beyond every test   And win. --- Standing tall, where dreams ascend,   I embrace the journey with no end.   On top of the world, I find my place,   Blowing kisses, leaving a trace. Each challenge met, a step to grow,   In every test, the truth does show.   For in the striving, I find my core,   A strength that leads to so much more. The sea receives my whispered love,   Carried by winds that soar above.   In every wave, my victory sings,   As I rise on triumphant wings. Becoming the best, not just in name,   Yet in the heart, where passions flame.   I reach beyond what’s thought to be,   And in each victory, me dangling the key. To win, to grow, to ...

  Swimming unto land, I look up wonderingly,   Fulfilling Yahweh's plan, I question faithfully.   For all to know, I reveal my flow,   Releasing my vibe for all to subscribe. As pretty as a koi, yet still a little boy,   Planting my seeds in each moment in the way,   Spreading good love for the rain above,   Calling all the angels to soar surrounding eagle. I can stand the wind, rising higher and regal,   Embracing the journey with a heart so legal.   In every stroke and every move,   A divine purpose, I strive to prove.

  On a new path for changing more, Blessing the wind as I move in and score. Living in Portland is a wonder, man, Thinking how far I came across learning to plan. Adjusting with the water moving around me, Surprising as I slide across into place happy and free. Riding in the weirderness is the calling's namesake, Dancing the unique rhythm of this space. In the city my dreams are reshaped, Finding my flow in a landscape so draped. With every step, I chart my course, Living in the present, thanking the source. In this city where the eclectic thrives, Every moment feels so alive. From bridges to rivers, the urban sprawl, Finding my rhythm, answering the call. The quirky charm, the vibrant beat, In every step, my journey complete.

  How are we united to one another? I guess it all matters whom we call mother. The woman I was birthed from the womb, Yet as I wonder, was I released from a tomb? Into a land manufactured called Earth, Where I choose my value and worth. As if beads, paper, or coin added up equals more than thinking, To appreciate the true currency breathing. Yet I digress to dismiss the notion, To increase the wind and challenge its motion. For I believe there is more to my life, So I cut ties to thoughts at shore. Looking out above the stars, Choosing the gate that is open and free, For me enjoyingly created to fit thee, Like a glove in hand of love. United by purpose, by heart's entire, In the grand scheme, we all aspire. Connections deeper than what we see, A shared humanity, a cosmic agree. From mothers to brothers, to friends afar, Each bond a reflection of who we are. A family of souls in this boundless space, Together, yet each on our own. Connections beyond what words can teach, For every ...