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.

  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...

  What if a being like thee came before your eyes, How could you react to a spiritual face present. To my imaginal I, seeing you me, Patient in the sea, walking, running dreaming to be.  Curious to float and rise with thee where wisdom pictures,  You flying by standing before me.  All notes aside, me thinking breathing here.  See my thought come to steam air. All ideas attracting atom present, Being of same similar kind.  It's me I am.  Pretend I do you are really you. My MY for me you.  Thankful gracefully being,  Seeing my dreaming come true. To the being who came before my eyes, Hello is how I  react to your spiritual present. To my imaginal me, seeing you I, Patient in the sea, walking, running, dreaming to be. Curious to float and rise with thee, Where wisdom pictures you flying by, Standing before me, a celestial sky. All notes aside, me thinking, breathing here, See my thought come to steam air. All ideas attracting, atom...

  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.

  To the eye of you inside me.  We have come into our land beyond and over the see. Through the woulds into and on top of the coulds,  Willingly mastering do.  Fore words growing the intentional elixir, I put forth be fulfilled painted pictured structures, buildings,  Ideal formations brought from and for all enjoyment me.  Coming forth into sky I successfully visualized My rise being achieving hierarchical star, Dominance resonating rings.  Through my eyes of you inside me, We have come into our land beyond the sea. Through the woulds, over the coulds, Willingly mastering creating do. Four words growing the intentional elixir, I put forth fulfilled, painted fixtures— Structures, buildings, formations a line, Brought forth for all, enjoyment mine. Coming forth into sky, I rise, A vision achieved, no compromise. Hierarchical star, shining supreme, Dominance rings through the ether unseen. Out to my eyes mirror me being sight.

  In light of the world is thee. Pretending to see who God made me to be. When could I believe who I think. I am participating in this life these are my acts. Here are my seeds presented for reading in word. Each letter a row for what fruits do grow. For this being my fifty third year planting upon land,  According to my almanac, this shall be my best harvest yet. Extracted from God's mine the dominant precious metal  Alchemical Art Baby Blue. In lights my world, I rise and see, The image of God reflecting in me, A thought once whispered, now yelling right, A presence born from creating light. Each act, a mark, a moment sown, A script scribing, a future known. Here are my seeds, aligned in two rows, Watering wisdom, where fortune grows. Fifty-three cycles, the soil tilling love, Turning the past to the promise from above. This harvest, the richest, the purest yet, A golden yield where the Son is set. From God’s own mine, a brilliance you, Alchemical shine—Art Baby Blue. T...

  Onward forward I walk.  To where only my Fathers wills talk.  Come here His call. To believe to see Him rising above the wall. I jump to the height trying to catch Him in flight. Falling into His arms embracing His might.  Looking into I smiling bright radiating one. Grateful for you being my son.  Onward forward, I take seat by His side, Guided by the angels riding beside. Beyond the wall, beyond the nigh, I hear my Father’s voice lightning the sky. Jumping high to catch His right, Falling soft into arms of burning light. Held in might, secure in love, Radiating warmth from high above. Looking into I, the mirror winks, A vision formed as my dream blinks. Grateful, present, shining true, The son embracing being the chosen you.

  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...