knowing I am will, being, doing. breathing thinking. for Gods joke in my ying to my yang he provided Good love mind as my vessel for the worlds safety in giving me my name thy dominant fuck you flame. Knowingly, I am will, being, doing, thinking breathing one source, flowing firing through enjoying thy heart. I dream In Gods quiet smile, my yin found its yang, yet by perfect knowing. he placed Good Love Mind upon my vine, a fruitful, divine, a vessel I carry, burning bright light, wisdom, loving strength across sub conscious space willingly wielding the beautiful secret hidden inside my name long before I learned to speak it. for every calling arrives wearing the one prepared to carry playfully willingly becoming it. Sowingly I walk, yet above tomorrow, allowing love till lead, purpose till steer, vaginal imagination till become erect form. Thy dominant power over. mining mastery within. a pun, this atom in center space, I fucking smile...

To Come Within Light

June 23, 2026

I conceive my alger horatio story where Gore my great love living life focusing light breathing thinking right begets me a wonderful life and a satisfying full feeling beautiful wife for I in realizing, where each chapter begins knowing I have learned that what I breathe, I become. What I think, I invite. What I love, I strengthen. Sow I place my attention upon bright things, upon worthy things, upon the growing architecture of a beautiful future already gathering itself surround me. Breathing right, thinking light, drawing nourishment from faith, imagination, uplifting joyful expectation. From these roots rise my wonderful life, blossoming through a thousand moments of chosen thought, vibrating frequency feeling, arrow vision. Nesting here beside me, like a song orchestrating symphony, comes............... my beautiful wife.

The Son Reaps the Father's Vision

December 31, 2024

The son shall reap his Fathers fruitful thoughts, Yet to seed and sow tellingly planting ideal ideas. A new year cometh they sayeth today for tomorrow. This is my calling for and to the unseen day in play. To have faith and or to know, if the matter is the same quality? I am one to speak into points shooting arrows towards eye, For ears to hear the target sound in all around the sky. Yes its up for me to dominate the land and sea, For God is choosing me to breathe in love for thee. Letting it be known in the showing picturing seen dream. The son shall reap his Father’s fruitful thoughts, Sowing seeds of wisdom, where faith is wrought. A new year cometh, they sayeth today, For tomorrow’s unseen moments, in rhythmic play. To have faith or to know—are they the same? Each bearing the essence, a truth to claim. I speak into points for word arrows to fly, Shooting towards the target, piercing the sky. Ears hear the song, the sounding profound, Ec...

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Thy Dominant

July 24, 2026

knowing I am will, being, doing. breathing thinking. for Gods joke in my ying to my yang he provided Good love mind as my vessel for the worlds safety in giving me my name thy dominant fuck you flame. Knowingly, I am will, being, doing, thinking breathing one source, flowing firing through enjoying thy heart. I dream In Gods quiet smile, my yin found its yang, yet by perfect knowing. he placed Good Love Mind upon my vine, a fruitful, divine, a vessel I carry, burning bright light, wisdom, loving strength across sub conscious space willingly wielding the beautiful secret hidden inside my name long before I learned to speak it. for every calling arrives wearing the one prepared to carry playfully willingly becoming it. Sowingly I walk, yet above tomorrow, allowing love till lead, purpose till steer, vaginal imagination till become erect form. Thy dominant power over. mining mastery within. a pun, this atom in center space, I fucking smile...

To Come Within Light

June 23, 2026

I conceive my alger horatio story where Gore my great love living life focusing light breathing thinking right begets me a wonderful life and a satisfying full feeling beautiful wife for I in realizing, where each chapter begins knowing I have learned that what I breathe, I become. What I think, I invite. What I love, I strengthen. Sow I place my attention upon bright things, upon worthy things, upon the growing architecture of a beautiful future already gathering itself surround me. Breathing right, thinking light, drawing nourishment from faith, imagination, uplifting joyful expectation. From these roots rise my wonderful life, blossoming through a thousand moments of chosen thought, vibrating frequency feeling, arrow vision. Nesting here beside me, like a song orchestrating symphony, comes............... my beautiful wife.

The Son Reaps the Father's Vision

December 31, 2024

The son shall reap his Fathers fruitful thoughts, Yet to seed and sow tellingly planting ideal ideas. A new year cometh they sayeth today for tomorrow. This is my calling for and to the unseen day in play. To have faith and or to know, if the matter is the same quality? I am one to speak into points shooting arrows towards eye, For ears to hear the target sound in all around the sky. Yes its up for me to dominate the land and sea, For God is choosing me to breathe in love for thee. Letting it be known in the showing picturing seen dream. The son shall reap his Father’s fruitful thoughts, Sowing seeds of wisdom, where faith is wrought. A new year cometh, they sayeth today, For tomorrow’s unseen moments, in rhythmic play. To have faith or to know—are they the same? Each bearing the essence, a truth to claim. I speak into points for word arrows to fly, Shooting towards the target, piercing the sky. Ears hear the song, the sounding profound, Ec...

Opening Creating thought

June 29, 2026

SALUTATION TO THE DAY The dawn telleth the coming of the new day. I turn my eyes to the morning and purge myself in the purity of the dawn. My Soul quickeneth with the beauty of the dawn. Today is, and will be. Yesterday was, and has been. My yesterday is what I made it. I see it in memory, perfect or imperfect. My today is what I will to make it. I will to make it perfect. I am man. I have free right to choose. I may do as I will to do. I have the power to build the day or to rend the day. The day will be of my making, either perfect or imperfect, good or loving as I choose to live it in spirit or in flesh, on the mountain top or earthbound. The day is of my choosing. None shall stay my hand in the making of the day. If I rend the day I build ten other days, mayhap ten times ten, to undo the rending. The Universal One will not allow this day to go unlived to the glory of Him whom I am nor to the fulfillment of His command, nor to the fulfillment of His purposes. If I bui...

Forty Days of Living Voices

January 02, 2026

For forty days and forty nights, I will have conversations with people of ideal kind mind, choosing only those I find interesting, enjoying, sharing great happy presents growing today, beautifully abundantly tomorrow, all day every way building from the end into the knew beginning presence, playfully communicating talking, knowing owning earning currency money creation making love too, brought for by thinking thanking Father , for these idealic ideas coming from I to mother you. For these future imagining forty days and forty nights, thy mind becomes my gathering hull conversations rise bright bringing light to warm inspiring lamps, people, spirits, actors interesting, enjoying, alive my own. Who shares these happy presents growing today, abundant scenes creating victorious successful tomorrow, building from this fulfilled end into tis new beginning presence. all day, every way Play speaks action. Talk moves motion. sing...

Portland Fires The Story I Tell

June 12, 2026

I am telling myself a great story, where I over came the odds achieving greatness knowing the inner peace in the fire of the light for in word revelation to imaginations ideal dream coming in front you view. Considering the present state, I believe something great sparking in Oregon being Good Love Mind, knowingly winning dominantly embers timbers tinder being Portland Fire For there is a light within the flame, a calm within the blaze. I found both. The fire vision finding fuel. The fire purpose finding form. The fire thought, refusing to stay a thought. here I stand in the center of it, watching possibility glowing orange surround, smiling, being cause I can already see feeling its light. Art Baby Blue

Reverie being the Living I

January 19, 2026

for being the successful great Living I, accomplishing, achieving Gods highest, wisest purposeful love. Representing the subject to thy self mentally, as though he had already done that which you do sire him to do. Mentally speak to him and congratulate him on having done, what you want him to do, mentally see him in a state you want him to obtain. within the circle of its action, every word subjectively spoken awakens objectively, what it affirms. wonder on the part of the subject is know hindrance, when you are in control of your reverie. For being the successful, great Living I, accomplishing, achieving Gods highest, wisest, purpose. love. I hold tis subject in my mind as a welcome home knowing, already complete, done sown, what inspiring him to do. I speak to him inwardly, shaking his hand in thought, congratulating his becoming, smiling at upon his arrival. I see him standing in the ideal God loving state, I conscio...

Scenes from the Goal

September 25, 2025

To the goal I am believing achieving in my present time, Moving in the moment enjoying thine, Playing pretend pretending play Imagining the scenes painting the landscape Where I am ideally making creating love, fucking you, enjoying two my mind in the clouds above. To the goal, I breathe is living proof, believing, achieving is present time, moving in the moment, enjoying being fine, every breath a step, each glance a flame. I play pretend, pretending play, painting the landscapes showing my rise, imagining scenes, folding my hands, molding stirring color, shaping worlds from the rhythm vibrating now. between the notes, You see I am ideally making, creating love passionate come mind producing joyous fire, one made into two living light.

Solar Flares up Over Hood

January 14, 2026

Whats up in the hood Father, my question to you from the pretty being me, Thinking the ideal inclinations in living life. For you, all my love thy Son, who is being seeding and birthing solar flares, to reach out to touch, lovingly you, thank fully me. Whats up over the hood, Father, This is my question for the pretty being I am thinking ideal inclinations, living life in upward rhythmic balancing interchanging. You look at me like love looking at its own light, thy one seeding feeding suns, birthing solar flares from life, spirit, reaching out I touch you, lovingly, thankfully, wholly. I lifting the hood over heavens engine, findings radiance humming, circuits, records of gores glory, a pulse that knows my name. Thy architecture of favor glows flowing like molten gold, energy rising breathing crowning fire, your answer moves through my ribs. Nothing hidden, all revealed. knowing You already run on eternity. So I stand here, han...

I Beautify World

August 14, 2026

I can only give what I am I have know other gift to give If I want the world to be perfect fore who does not if, I have failed, only because I did not know, that I could never see it perfect, un till I myself become perfect. If I am not perfect I cannot see perfection, yet the day that I become it, I beautify my world. being cause I see it through my own eyes. fore unto the pure. all things are pure. I give all what I am. I gift sow place upon the altar my life. I wish the world perfect my heart does I first ask looking through whose eyes am I seeing it. For perhaps I never failed. I simply had not known that the world before me wears the colors of the one looking for every rose carry thorns. If love lives within, even broken ground reveals somewhere to plant. So I do not wait for the world to become beautiful. I become beauty. I become peace. I open door for hope to encounter. becoming love wanting appreciating. you. searched for in anot...

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