One of the greatest conceptions given unto man. you come into world, borne through womb, yet believe you are son of man.  you come into this world, borne through a womb. carried by blood, breath, water. entering time through beautiful mother gate. when, why do you begin believing you are merely the son of man. Yet womb passage, not origin. What if birth arrival, not beginning. know body says, I came through her. my spirit whispers, i am beyond mind. I coming from father. while creating the greater mystory, being  I am  born into the world each breath thinking.  speaking, in till dreaming. comes through.  you. hey, hi, its me, are you smiling. i came all this way. to love bringing joy fore play. 

  for you who accepts this principle and are ready to live by consciously assuming my wish already fulfilled, enjoying the adventure of lifes beginnings  to reach a higher level of being  you must doingly beautifully sow conceive concept of in thyself.  I am worthy of all the love success and abundance the universe has to offer everything I sire is already on its way to me i trust the process and allow the universe to bring what I  ideally want now,  each day I align with my highest good.  el you see I fire sire lucifure. for you. who I a scepter this principle,  choose to live each day by assuming your idealist wish already fulfilled, the adventure has already begun. Life is forever beginning again, calling you toward another win, success, another height, another happy becoming. So sowing beautifully. Conceiving believing  greatly. Holding embracing loving living I think within thyself tilling feeling knows watering vibrating freque...

    For being in my great victorious celebration,  Knowingly being present,  Breathing, thinking appreciating, Me lovingly dominating all thy worlds mind.  This is why you travel,  To look waiting patiently for something great to come along.  I stand in my great victorious celebration, Fully here, knowing and present, Breath steady, thought genius, thanks flowing, Me, lovingly ruling all thy worlds in mind. Crowds of light applaud within, Trumpets of pulse vibrate feeling my skin.  The path ways rose-gold under over into my stride, Each breath an oath, each inheaven a throne. I travel for this to witness the meeting place, Where time yields to promise, Where patience keeps watch by the gate, Till greatness rounds the bend like sunrise. I watch, I smile, I welcome, Greatness takes my hand, Joining my march across sky beyond eye. My song lifts banners through the air, My will scribes clear across horizon sea, I am here, I win, I reign joy do...

  I can out run anything that could possibly be negative, Anything that could possibly harm me.  I can out run it, it will never catch thee.  For doing the work I do to think for word.  I outrun every atom of harm, a streaking sun I cross the plain, Swift being feet, bright being will, breath being rhyme. No grasp can reach me, no gloom can bind, I flow beyond limits like rivers in climb, Lightning my stride, storm at my back. I move in vow masterful craft, I do the work, I shape thy path, I think for word, forward I fly, Scribing my future across, over, into the sky.

  My eyes forming picturing real,  Walking seeing coming closer,  First step, right foot, Second step, left foot, Stepping into onto enjoying my jet.  My eyes seeing picture in for real, Walking near, nearer, now so close I feel. First step, right foot. Second step, left foot. Stairs pulse a vibrating sound, Tarmac shimmers, engines sing low. Right—left—right—left, Each stride a vow kissing sky. I step into, onto, inside my jet, A joy taxis through my veins, Ready for lift beyond horizon. I rise into my skies bright home, Good Love heart wings smiling on door. Crew nods, cabin glows, leather warms to touch. I claim my seat like a throne of heir, Runway ahead, takeoff ready, waiting inside my lungs. I breathe yes, I breathe win, I breathe I fly.

  If the light of the Son burns tomorrow, and shines warmth unto thee,  I am the beautiful be, dominating in every sea, the loving one being me. If the light of the Son shines tomorrow, And burns warmth unto thee, Let every wave reflect this glow, I am the beautiful be. Dominating in every sea, Casting radiance over tide and foam, The loving one, being me, Claiming this world as my home. A will full power shining bright, Blessing every shore in sight, For in the warmth the Son bestows, My heart expands, my purpose grows. Here, I stand radiant and free, The beautiful, bold, beloved me.  

  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...

  In my heart of art is the winner.  The beginner who made his mark, By being the one, the chosen Son. Adding dew drop seed adding water to breathe.  For you to I growing we, succeeding me. Enhancing my verse,  Flowing forward is  my heart in art the winner, The beginner who made his act, Choosing Son being purpose, painting victory into song. Adding dew-drop seed, watering spirit to breathe, New life ascending, where you and I conceive. For every moment, creation’s hand succeeds, Growingly, lovingly harvesting the fruit from these,  My seeds.

  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 must keep my reasoning for presenting words, Prepare, lead, dominate all ways.  Yet for pictures my perpetual fruit. Each one induces me into thought, Allowing the powers that be,  Revealing being ideally lovingly me. To affirm the abundance above and of the earth, I raise my hands in the sky thanking God for my birth.  For the seed of me, he planted I breathe. I let go of my reasoning for presenting words, Preparing, leading, dominating all ways is my do. Yet for pictures painted before eyes my perpetual fruit, Each one seduces me into thought, Allowing the powers to gather to be, Revealing being ideally lovingly me. Yes I affirm the abundance above and of the earth, Raising my hands blessing the sky, thanking God for my birth. For the seed who is me, enjoying his planting—I am.

  A full economy. A fruitful mine.  A gardening field ready four harvest. For the great seers being dreamers, To the wanderers, who come creating knew wonders to view. For me of course yet you.  Being one ideally real loving sun. Birthing my crops from these words seed.  A fulfilling monopoly, A fruitful mind, Four gardens plowed and prepared. For the great dreamers being seers, To those grand wonders, where your thoughts wander into.  For you yet of course me, Being Son loving ideally real one. Sharing my crops to breathe word seeds, Gathering the yield of this thought conceived, The abundance flowing, Gods wealth received.

  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. 

  There is presence being impression. Please know I am curious about thought projecting, For to be in time space of current pictures means, what.  A premeditated idea, wherefore so is the present.  A significant particle sand upon drop of water upon land.  Yet I think and scribe abstract for profound results.  Who moves the flow and air, beyond these words.  I breathe I can do will you.  There is presence in the impression, A figure formed in silent confession. For to project thought is to create time’s thread, A vision pre-seeded, now softly spread. What does it mean to stand in space, Where past and future fold in place? A premeditated light, a script well-spun, Holding now, becoming one. A grain of sand, a drop of water, Merged in the land where forces culture. Yet here I scribe, abstract and free, For thought bending light and breath shaping sea. Who stirs the air, who guides the stream? Who moves beyond this sculpted dream? I breath...

  I woke up enjoying my dream of you.  To be a wake and touchy feeling being true. I allow the right thoughts to enter to see. Gracious and wonderous my bright thought to be.  From here I imagine ideal wins coming into real.  Awakening up kissing  the vision in view, The blow to touch,  my dreamily you. Between the seen and unseen I stand, Grateful for whispers that are shaping my land. To be awake yet willing free will, A moment breathing, bending still. I allowing the right thoughts to flow, Graciously and wondrously, watching them grow. From here, I see the light ahead, Planting futures where past has fled. I dreamt ideal, I wake being real, For timely embracing, my hands touching, becoming feel.

  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.

  As one who sees me into viewing the world,  Being certain I am play full to say.   Singing my song dancing all the way.  The joy of being in my sea is always a pretty view,  For if I could choose and do, I choose a beautiful you.  Yet to be clear I am further to there,  Closer than near for me to appear, lovingly. Which I am. As one viewing me into the world, A picture painting, a vision bringing lightning. Being certain, I am play full to say, Singing my song, dancing all the way. Yet what does that mean to be,  The joy of being in my sea, Reflects a view so beautifully me. For if I could choose and do, I choose a beautiful smiling loving me fucking you. Yet to be clear, I am further to there, Closer than a whisper in the air, Blink than near for me to appear, Lovingly, which I am—right here.

  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...

  Retro forward thought concentrating on ideals,  Hearing words sung is a treat yet each song is watering,  What melody could I present for making my movies, The fame, accolades, the freedom to be, To create similar to this yet with more of a kiss.  Certain for new formations, My approach is fresher than refreshing fresh.  More about my experience - all future grow, By the time you come arrive, de ja vu.  Retro forward thought manifesting my ideals, Singing words currency, watering reels. My melody my craft my movement to you, The fame, the accolades, the freedom to view. Creating a win to this, and sweetening it with a kiss, Forming new shapes, a future of bliss. My approach fresher than fresh can express, To the rhythm of growth, my ultimate success. More about the journeying, all future to sow, Each note, each verse, a seed they grow. By the time you come,  De ja vu will bring a thoughtful chime, Living the future I pictured in rhyme.

  On top of this note I put my melody,  A stroke my art my mark.  A sound with a resounding resinew spark. It seems I am reaching the core into many worlds.  For I say singing be great fully you.  Willing all words of ideal mine to shine. For this act, I call all milling wanting to play, Just being certain only create making my day.  By this I means to say,  Talking you to the promising land, this way.  On top of this note, I sing my melody, A stroke, my art, my legacy. A sounding rippling, a sparking line, Reaching the core where all worlds align. For I singing, Be great, being gratefully you, Each word the light, the truth breaking through. Willing wills ideals, beaconing to shine, Crafting a reality, wholly mind. This act, this call, for all who dare, To playing in the visioning, beyond the where. Creating joy full, shaping the day, Leading the path to the promising way. By this rhythm, by this say, I bring you forth to where...