James.:.Bilione

  Here is a story about my alpha spirit,  Calm ready illuminating peace fully loving you. Who dominates the Earth and every planet, Me you say, You always dominating every day.  A heart felt feeling being truly my view,  Yes I am me being Art Baby Blue.  Hear my alpha spirit, Calm, steady, ready, communicating peace, A force flowing, yet gentle, fully loving beautifully through. Who dominates the Earth and every planet, Me, you say, Every day, I rise the wise come alive,  Commanding the light, shining in all I do. A heart-felt feeling beats, dominating strength, Singing bringing heightens making love, you. This is my truth, my living view. To the worlds power and beauty, Reflecting me For yes, I am alpha spirits mind Being Art Baby Blue.

  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.

  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. 

  Could I present to you, a thoughtful song,  For bringing you coming along.  Practicing perfecting in wiggling into you my way,  Creating the story for our bodies to play.  How will you do, when you come into dream,  Carrying forth acting your ideal scene. Where you are positioned at the top rocking G spot.    Perfecting my step, wiggling through, Crafting a story where bodies move. My rhythm from behind, a spark its time, Shaping the stage for love to climb. Could I present to you, a song so true, Meant specific for the breath in you. Bringing you forward, coming you near, Echoing softly for I to hear.   How will you do, when dream meets real, When passion moves, and sensual feel? Where you stand, on top in sight, Rocking the spot, ruling the night.

  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...

  It's not so much me getting somewhere, Accomplishing some task,  Yet more about me being thee. To have pictured home my spot to roam, For it is pure and true and all mind.  From this thinking point, Opening my inner eye, Picturing see the next 30 -40 years come into me. Good love floats Black Button theme From the standing assuming fulfilling dream.  It’s not so much me going out there, It's about completing tasks in hear, Yet more about me being thee, A purpose, a presence, a joyfully. To have pictured home, my spot to roam, A pineal place, pure and my own. From this thinking point, I beget, Opening my inner eye, letting visions accept. The next 30 into 40 years, Come into me, solving appears. Good love floats, like the wind be toking, Carrying the smoking, Black Button theme. Standing tall, fulfilling the dream, A rhythm, a purpose, a flowing stream. Each thought a brick, building vision a spark, Guiding my path through light and dark. For it is ...

  I have been making love in my imagination, And the feeling is secreting joys to ears, Hearing whispers over, there.  To know what is coming into show, For my words must come go. Up into sky beyond the clear,  Standing up over the sun is hear, Radiating vibrating playing singing air keeping beat, Being certain that I know my seat.  Feel for a moment with me,  Thinking and holding your trophy dreamt, Letting go growing heights, Free flowing watering light. Appreciating God every breathing see, Gratefully through, my love finds you, Prettily Me.  Art Baby Blue. I have been making love in my imagination, Feeling joys secreting into life's vibration. Whispers carried softly over there, Bringing dreams into the open air. To know what is forming, coming into show, For my words ascend, and onward they go. Rising through the sky, beyond the clear, Standing as the So n, His presence near. Radiating, vibrating, a symphony to keep, Certainly I am of my eter...

  Believing, thinking, knowing,  Thought is my fire that creates the steam,  That turns the wheel of fortune,  Upon which I experience.  Speaking literally to the spiritual mind, Happy to be, seeing pictures of me, Exploring the world and all things in thee. For building my life one two three, I architect my present living spirit breathing, Industrious entrepreneurial adventure, One which allows and I afford,  Constructed by thy, My bridge, rail road, and route in space, A homeward flight beyond in unseen you, Coming to as Saturn rings Art Baby Blue, Believing, thinking, knowing, true, Thought ignites the fire, creating me you. Steam turns the wheel, fortune's dance, Manifesting my experience, life’s expanse. Speaking to the spiritual, mind aligned, Happy to see pictures of me looking fine. Exploring worlds, all things in thee, Building my life, one, two, three. Architect of present, spirit I breathing, Adventurous paths industriously riding weavi...

  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.

  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. ...

  This is a version of me,  Somewhere in between the earth and the sea, Rustling the fire in be, bringing forth the rise in thee, When a knock on my door, came a question in me.  Imagination knocking, asking me, how I do what I do. In an instinctual kiss to my love I speak, Grateful for what the year has brought me you.  Imagining mind how loving you be, to me,  yet for you being Art Baby Blue. How wonderful and true and so pretty, me you.  My present to eyes and life picturing see, Good love ten stores growing, And my imagination be showing. There is me,   Somewhere between the earth and sea,   Rustling fire within, bringing forth my rise,   A knock on my door, a question in my eyes. Imagination knocking, asking how I do,   In an instinctual kiss, my love speaks you,   Grateful for the gifts this year has brought—   For you, my love, in every thought. Imagining mind, how loving you be,  ...

  Thank you Father for presenting my eyes, with the right tribe, team, family, spiritual minds, allowing your favor, to rise up, in, and around me,  gratefully I, have been walking miles, patient for when you, would recompense thee. Yet as these words bubble forth to reading I, How curious me as I feel like Joab rise, after he had won blessing God's great skies,  Your Great Son. James. G. Art baby B. Thank you, Father, for perfecting my I,   With the right tribe, team, family of spiritual minds.   Allowing your favor to rise within and around,   Gratefully walking miles, founded on sacred ground. Patiently waiting as you recompense me,   These words bubbling forth, now setting me free.   How curious the rise, this feeling inside,   Like Joab victorious, with God as my guide. Blessings won, and grace bestowed,   In honor of your love, eternally owed.   James G., your Art Baby Blue.,  ...

  Something wonderful is happening for me today, I can feel it in the air so crisp and clear, For being aware and lifting the energy by giving love , To trusting the process of my goddess myth high above, Thanking God for how better my life is, Asking show me how great it wills to be, From now through eternity. Yet today is mine, me testing time, Surpassing the ceiling of the one,  looking over waving vibrating my Sun. Something wonderful is happening for me today,   I feel it in the air, crisp and clear in its way.   Being aware, lifting the energy with love,   Trusting the process, my goddess above. Thanking God for the better life I see,   Asking, Show me how great it wills to be.   From now through eternity’s line,   Today is mine, me testing time. Surpassing the ceiling, reaching the height,   Looking over, lighting the light—   Vibrating love to my radiant Sun,   Knowing my journey has j...

  Lady liberty paints a picture of me loving you Bringing forth my smile thinking I do Where to from here as we look into eyes Making everywhere home like being above the skies. For giving all I got and getting more to give, This is how I and my tribe live. Yes please know we are gifted gifting sending sun.  Shining Art Baby Blue for being loves, one.  Lady Liberty paints a picture, of me loving you,   Bringing forth my smile, in thoughts pure and true.   Where to from here, as we look eye to eye,   Making everywhere home, soaring high in the sky. For giving all I’ve got, and gaining more to give,   This is the way my tribe and I live.   Yes, please know, we are gifted, gifting the sun,   Shining Art Baby Blue, love’s chosen one.

  Have you heard from the butterfly effect? Do you me flapping my wings, Controlling the wind, I send forth love, Pulling, pushing, blowing clouds high above, Christening the air into sleet, forming my figure to greet. Hello blue bird, how artfully baby hue, you be. Could I wonder aloud to the sea, Knowing what sight seems,  Bringing light to my eyes, I mean.  Where and how far does my imagination go, At the present to wherever you flow, Flying high, growing sky, before thy. Picturing my dreaming's minds' being, Singing and dancing into time.  Have you heard of the butterflying effect?  The feeling of me flapping my wings,   Controlling the wind as I sing forth love,   Pulling, pushing clouds high above. Christening the air into sleet’s sweet great,   My figure formed from mist to fate.   Hello, bluebird, how artfully you fly,   A hue of baby blue, soaring in the sky. Could I wonder aloud to the sea,   ...