James.:.Bilione

  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...

  To create is evolving always moving.  Being calm present easing myself of love and life. Yes I think my pictures may be out there, Yet where else do you want to be.  To bring a scene is beyond the dream, It's my living breath breathing, Learning becoming skin again, From my words thought thinking. Beyond amaze looking forward following Gods ways. For His plan coming true, Where eyes see me ideally as my perfection wills you.  To create is to evolve, ever-flowing, A river of mind where the winds keep going. Calm and present, I ease in grace, Life and love shaping space. If my pictures seem beyond the sky, Where else would I rather fly? For every scene is not just dream, Yet breath in form, alive and seen. Skin again, reborn through thought, A vision God’s own hands he wrought. Following light, forward I move, Perfecting truth, the path I prove.

  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...

  Do you hear the whisper in the air,  Calling you there to come over here.  This is the sounding ovulating mind. Can you see my impression in picture, Look close yet do stare, Come be absorbed in the fire being the glare.  I invested a dollar in a man.  I imagined the man successful, abundant, happy, and you.  Seventy times seven I did it, and do it again.  Here it is just me inside my mind.  I imagine I give the beggar man a dollar. Investing in you, I imagine for you. Successful, dressed well, happy and shouting all about true, Bringing smiles to all and giving forward to those around.   Seventy times seven I think it, and thinking it again. Do you hear the whispering air, Calling you there to come hear? Knocking is the sounding ovulating kind, A thought being born, birthing mind. Can you see my impression in picture? Look close, yet do stare, Be absorbed in the fire, Becoming the glare. I am investing a dollar in a man, Imaginin...

  A new approach to living life is ripe, More of what I shall do in preview, Moving characters and props into place as I see. The purpose for this is the ease in mind,  Knowing it will form into line.  How do I bring it out best,  Having passed each and every test? Whatsoever things ye desire,  when ye pray,  Believe that ye receive them and ye shall have them. Is my mantra for the way as I premeditate my day. In bringing this approach to my experience, Not seeking approval yet searching for clearance.  Expanding where I reside, in minds inside, Patient for the picture to reproduce outside, For eyes to see and skin to feel, Enjoying these thoughts that I am bringing real.  A new approach to living life is ripe, Previewing moments under mind's bright light. Moving characters and props into line, Purposeful scenes shaped with ease in time. How do I bring it out best, I ask, Having passed each and every task. Whatsoever things ye desire, when y...

  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...

  I can be what I will to be For the better of perfection Feeling new beat in light I come to say my day is bright For the skies are spreading thighs to view As my dreams grow into trees loving you I can be what I will to be, A vessel perfecting the see and thee. Feeling a beat, fresh and tight. Following a prepared way, my say inviting inside. For the tides part, spreading eyes, Inviting dreams to thrive inside. Each thought a seed, each hope a me, Growing strong, rooting in loving thee. The light reflecting visions anew, A journey guiding by Art Baby Blue. For in thy dreaming today, the blessings light, Enjoying loving, tickling site.

  I have an assuming position in life, Brought to the light by minds bright eye. A picture of me reflecting in a mirrored sky,  The radiating sight perfecting my view,  For the one and true, Art Baby Blue. Believing, becoming, what I think about, Trusting the process, seeing proceeds ripe fruit. Agreeing with the one who perceiving you.   I have earned my position in life,   Brought to sight through vision’s light.    A picture of me, a mirror’s Sun,   Radiating sight, perfection’s One.   For you, Art Baby Blue,   A journey brought, becoming thought anew.   Believing, transforming, me I see,   Trusting the process, setting soul free.   Agreeing with the perceiver’s art,   The view ahead, a radiant start.   Mirrored reflections, steady on you,   The world aligning loving Art Baby Blue.  

  From my nights sleep I wake, At the pleasing of my will, I release wording, skill. To be, I do, being the answer to a question, The purpose is my words presented to you. By speaking arrows for me, into grow and radiating light.  For if my words never return void, Being in my Fathers house I imagine about, Good love growing, spreading, knowing leading pack family,  My company tribe, who like to fly through skies, I rocket from space, mind bending time, opening sesame, star gate.  Upon the sight, this visioning scene, Me and my being. 

  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.,  ...

  Pre-paving my way each and every day, Growing from the water I presented in may, The challenge of being in the present,  stands the futures grounds, Where about my ideas in mind are found. As they go round flowing forward, All eyes are kept on words in script. For me being me, Gods great lovely, Upon the high heavens, above sea,  Tickling the sky and wind is thee, Knowing what I want to enjoy in living life, Accepting mother nature for being my wife. Pre-paving my way each and every day,   Growing from waters gifted in May.   The challenge of being in the present remains,   Where future’s foundation ever sustains. As thoughts go round, flowing forward bound,   All eyes rest on words in script profound.   For me, being me, God’s great lovely,   Upon high heavens, above the sea. Tickling the sky, the wind is thee,   Knowing the joys I wish to see.   Living life full, dreams set to guide, ...

  The joy of prescribing my way before the day, Has me questioning, shall I today, or do I rest this say. The idea has formed into a habit, a way for me to express myself, In all my words in use, I invest, believing it sets my path before me. So I present my thoughts to the world, ether, and every atom, First with love, last in love. For this may be the one that touches your mind, Kissing your lips, swirling you all about, Like I do care to see you swing your hair. Yet to be clear, my passion is presenting my art,  To the world before and surrounding my eyes, For until I see my dreams, every thought presented this format,  Change the real, into a picture of me, and you, being, and doing,  Specified literal act, I shall continue my scientific experiments until  I do. My reason for singing my journals to Earth and sea, and the  Moon and Sun being you. Here’s your poem, capturing the habit of creation, the power of love, and the expression of your art and purp...

  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

  I am talking my path forward,   Thinking about the price,   Adding up figures that increase my slice.   One whole pie as I capture the sky,   Answering questions, knowing the whys. Being art, playing my part,   Running the line, minting mind at the start.   Drawing, attracting, manifesting true,   For all that I seek, I manifest you.  I rise and climb,  I shape my view, Creating my world,   I call forth you.    For love is the sign that pursues I, Bringing to mine, my blooming sky high. --- Forward-thinking mindset, blending artful purpose, attracting love and success I'm manifesting. art baby blue