James.:.Bilione

  Here in my minds eye do you see the view. Let me paint, you picture the sight about I.  Where you see me watering the seed,  For its birth in time for the new year proceeds.  Eight months preparing tilling being present.  How willing December here impressing matter, Cajoling pictures to arrange scenes expressing my theme. Grateful for the ideal bodies in attraction,  Formed by spirit to mine appreciation and my satisfaction . Here in my minds eye, do you see the view? Let me paint— picturing bringing forth the sight, Hear these thoughts carry my whispers to the wind, Where dawn prepares the coming light. I water the seed, tinder, spark, For time will birth what thought perceives. Eight months turning, tilling, willing you through, A harvest rich, my soul conceives. December sings in matters dance, Cajoling form to shake the plants. Arranging scenes of my success, A theme of love, a willed willing winning race. Grateful I stand, the bodies dra...

  Breathing in the wind, my kingdom unfolds, Gold in the air, legacy foretold. Feeling the rhythm vibrating thought,  Beating the pulse tickling the sea, Frequency high all gifting lovingly me. Inheaving creation, exheaving perplexion, Mastering moments, shaping perfection. Hearing whisper your fortune, you a currency heir, Flowing in streams, sowing prepare. Here is the seed, planted in mind, Rooted in fire, sparking in kind. Let it stretch, let it rise, Touching, kissing thy heavens eyes,  Claiming dominating stimulating my skies. Breathing the wind, my kingdom ascends, Gold-laced clouds where fortune extends. Legacy written in currency told, Each word a pillar, each breath earning bold. Rhythms resounding creating new salt, Tickling tides seeing my visions picturing thought. Frequency high, the crown aligns, Lovereign in light, blessing mind. Inheaving creation, sculpting the air, Exheaving illusion, perfecting the rare. Mastering time, bending th...

  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.

  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 became conscious of being great,  I am still conscious of being great.  And I shall continue to be conscious of being great,  Until that which I am conscious of being is perfectly expressed.  Stars come shine to broad cast heavens light. Burning bright me in the center on point right.  Win is the song singing to ear, Whispering victoriously here. To be conscious of being, and creating great beautifully. For becoming great, I am dominating  sub consciously you . All to bring forth the great Art Baby Blue.  I became conscious of being great, I am still conscious of being great. And I shall continue to be conscious of being great, Until that which I am conscious of being is perfectly expressed. Stars come shine to broadcast heaven’s light, Burning bright, me in the center, on point, right. Wining won is the song singing to ear, Whispering victoriously yelling here. To be conscious of being, creating great beautifully, For becoming great...

  May I use all the talents given to thee, Masterfully perfecting the word beyond out into see.  For claiming and using all mind, be. To painting my life picture beautifully.  Rise I ask my ideal thoughts to a height to inspire the light.  To shine my beacon to signal my God. From hear upon High I stand flying love over we.  Enjoying my bright ideas coming into view, Thankful Father for my imagination being you. May I wield the talents bestowed upon thee, Sculpting the seen, by shaping the unseen. Masterfully crafting the word around me, Sailing my thoughts into eternity. Each stroke, a picture, a world to conceive, A life painted boldly for all to believe. I rise, I call, to the height of the sky, My beacon ignited, my spark light stirring standing by. Father, I thank you for my visions coming true, For the fire inside, for the dreams splashing through. From here upon High, my love over we, Glowing, expanding, sparking mind me. And to all mankind He...

  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...

  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 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.

  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...

  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.

  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...

  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...

  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...

  Whatsoever things ye sire, when ye pray,  Believe that ye receive them and ye shall have them. I stretch my spirit to fulfill reaching surpassing mind,  Yes beyond the scope of being far is sight.  I have been putting all my thoughts in words to music.  Its an interesting spark yet I lean on ingroovement.  For both the art yet specific for the purposeful intent.  It is allowing me to see my words sung on stages around the globe.  For this new thought train on tracks seeding care and love in the air. Am I to feel a stadium full of fans listening clapping hands.  I do see and hearing it true.  Whatsoever things ye sire, when ye pray, Believe that ye receive them and they come your way. I stretch my spirit, reaching beyond mind, Surpassing the edges of space and time. Each thought I’m sowing in melody and word, A spark igniting, my voice now heard. Leaning into the groove of creation's flow, Artful yet purposeful, watching it grow. I h...