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.   

  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.  

  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...

  My minds mental play is so literally for thee.  Knowing where ever I go all the worlds dream loving me, What could I say yet do.  Enjoying being me and loving you through,  For my words I supplant to seed to water into air.  Bringing to light and form,  Eyes point to ideal.  How beautifully artfully lyrically loving I am.  My mind’s moving play flows painting before thee , Wherever I go, the world dreams loving nurturing me. A whisper, a pulse, a visions comes you, Enjoying being me and seeing it through, Each word I breathe, these seeds into air, Watering thought, forming light. Heavens  point ideal in sight, Bringing forth beauty, birthing the bright. How artfully, lyrically, loving I am, Molding the world thinking the touch my hand. Breathing creation, painting the view, For my soul sings lovingly me you,  Art Baby Blue.

  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...

  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.

  What have I and what am I learning at this point.  Being literal is the key for living in the world with me.  To my invisible bricks laying down before my feet,  Creating a path for me to be. Golden as hue and so pretty me you.  Hear my little verse to nurse my view.  To be in State of being the Great.  A thoughtful wise light to think. Yet being cause its my fruit upon vine,  God wants you to know he is strengthening my spine.    For being so gratefully loving to all kind. What am I learning wielding point? Being literal is the key for dominating the world above the sea.  To my invisible bricks laying down and stepping up before my feet, Creating a path forth willing me to be. The sun to you and so pretty a view,  Hear my little verse to nurse a come true. To be living State loving being Great, A thoughtfully realizing idea my mate.  Yet being cause it’s my fruit upon vine, God building utilizing strengthening...

  When you look back on my life what will you see. You will see the world God created before me.  In this sea of light there I am.  Brought to you by my thinking thoughtful tree. Oh wisdom be you and come kiss me you, For this time in my mind is so beautiful, Using all of it like I own a mine.  A pineal gland, a spark in my heart, a literal view, To you I do.  When you look back on my life, what will you see? You’ll see the world God created before me. In this sea of light, there I stand, A vision crafted by His thoughtful hand. Oh wisdom, be you, come kiss me my presence, For this time my mind is so beautifully true. Using all of it, as if I own a mine, A pineal spark, my heart’s smile. A literal view, a radiant blue, To you, my love, I do. For this my story, the light, the art, Brought to life by my loving God.

  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.

  For your next exercise, concentrate on Insight;  Take your accustomed position and focusing thought,  Bringing the idea that to have a knowledge, About the creative power of thinking,  Does mean to possess the artful thinking thought.  Let that thought, dwell on the idea that knowledge,  Does not apply itself.  Forming matter these words is and are my application in,  Action, governing  by  knowledge,  instinct, custom, precedent  And God.  That the only way,  We can get ourselves to apply knowledge is by a,  Conscious effort Calling sub-conscious mind ideally  to increase its artful thinking loving knowledge being invested,  Passes  from the mind, that the value of the information is in,  The a pplication  of the principle;  Continuing this line of thought, until you,  Gain  sufficient  insight to formulate a programme, for  Applying  this  principle ...

  It takes a moment for one to appreciate art, One must take the time to ask a question, What inspires me to visit all the planets, That one thing when it's itched brings a bang.  For sometime I just wanted to come into space, Yet once explored bring on a new taste.  I have eaten beautifully savoring the feel, the smell. These are the pictures in mind, revealing themself. The joy of licking the oyster is me,  Ticking the Earths pearl with my unique twirl, Forever eternally singing as I swirl. It takes a moment for one to appreciate my art, To pause, to feel, and ask the heart: What inspires the dream to visit the stars, To leap beyond Earth and land  above Mars? For sometime, I yearned to come into space, Yet once explored, I sought new taste. I’ve eaten beautifully, savoring its feel, its smell, These pictures in mind, revealing their tale. The joy of licking the oyster is me, Tickling Earth’s pearl with my unique bee. Forever, eternally, I sing as I...

  What is reel wondering I, Enjoying a bluebird call out to me Holding a peanut in beak.  For me to film and capture his smile, To see thee fly up across into tree. Art Baby Blue is that the real you. For bringing to mind your fruits,  Flying out in sight, Happy when I do and so close too.  Being imagination creating a magic day, Attracting beautiful ideas to me and my loving way.  What is reel, wondering I, A bluebird calls, its song nearby. A peanut held gently in its beak, An invitation for joy, a moment unique. To film, to capture its radiant smile, See it soar to the tree, free and agile. Art Baby Blue, is that your true hue? A reflection of wonder, a spark breaking through. For bringing to mind the fruits of the sky, Flying in sight, lifting spirits high. Imagination crafting sending a magical day, Attracting beauty and love along the way.  

  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

  I rise my hand to the sky,   Praising my team and tribe.   To achieve your greatest dream,   With the people you most love—seems   Just about right for my life. Being certain all is a coolfitting,   As we jump around, counting our winnings.   Knowing this is more than a scheme,   For increasing our digital treasury,   Brought to you by art baby blue. ____ Please help Subscribe and help us reach  our ten thousand subscriber goal. art baby blue voice

  What if my tongue was as furry as a tail,   Would you jump to give me a kiss or jump sail?   I think if me in reverse I might intel,   Using curiosity to christen thee spell,   Yet certainly one way to get to do tell. In my playing thought, I wonder,   What secrets beneath might pull us up?   A kiss or a sail—where could we go?   The answer lies in the tickle you know. --- This version stays brief while leaving room for playful curiosity.  art baby blue voice

  When you come upon this face,   Please know you have entered my space.   For the interests of the wind, air, fire,   Inspiring the land and the soil entire.   Beyond the earth smiles my spiritual soul,   Keeping the mind in God, whole and bold.   Gratefully challenging and winning my Sun,   For all the gifts and blessings I planted in the sea,   For being the one who stood, loving me. The atoms and elements align,   My loving sunshine's.   I rising grace, rooted and free,   Grateful to be, wholly me. --- This spiritual connecting elements in confidence self-love.  art baby blue voice