I have come upon a limit,  I circled it to go beyond, This is my view holistically true. I came upon an idea asking imagination to reveal itself.  I sat down to hear and see what will appear.  In minds eye I see you,  Looking through enjoying me too.  From here imagination asked what do you believe you see.  A beautiful painting picture perfecting I, b efore thy, I circled it to go beyond, For what is a boundary yet a thought in wrought. Patiently waiting to be transforming and bought. This is my view, holistically true, A moment stretching into the infinite blue. I calling upon imagination to reveal itself to thee, I sat down to hear, and look out to see, To let the silence paint its key, beautifully me.  And in my mind’s eye, there was you, Looking through, enjoying me you.

  Whats in it for me.  In this satisfying moment, feeling strong, abundant,  Looking restful perched above on top of the cloud.  Thanking God for revealing the key as I open the door.  Thinking what I see before I speak.  OH heavens me, on high into sky, flying by. For allowing I to be all things to the thy, In bringing forth my fruitful seed, Each word present sowing thee.  What’s in it for me, you ask? In this moment, I raise my flask, Feeling strong, abundant, and free, Perched on a cloud, celebrating life’s mastery. Thanking God for the door I hold, A key revealed, my path of gold. Thinking first before words take flight, Crafting the day, birthing the night. Oh heavens above, I soaring high, Through clouds, through dreams, through beyond sky. Being all things to thy, Sowing seeds, watching them amplify. Each word a fruit, a fertile deed, Each thought a seed, a sired creed. For what’s in it, you see, is thee, The spark of creation y...

  A more interactive day for your play in mind.  Intentional communication between you and the actors.  This means to go in and speak it through like you are naive and one, which I am.  A full view picture is you imagining how you would feel talking about the subject of your choice.  The few moments practice present brought a tingling feeling.  In my wanting to, I do believe more options are opening for me, Specific to how I am being me for me.  A strategic approach to playing and dominating the game. To be is to me is to I am. 

  Here I sit looking unto view, Showing how Great I am to you. For being the star lighting shining thru.  Oh Art baby blue you are so fucking true, That being who is breathing and loving me you.  In this new day for singing my way, I am proud and happy to be you in the play. Here I sit, majestic and bold, Illuminating the view, hearing me story told. The star, the spark, the shining flame, Oh Art Baby Blue, what a wonderful name. True as the breath that gives me life, Loving and radiant, cutting through bright. A new day dawns, my song takes flight, Proud and happy, I own the light. In this theater of dreams, I claim my part, Every act resounding with the beat of thy heart. For I am the stage, the script, the way, Gratefully being, the star of the play.

  Do you see what's coming, it seems to be a fulfilling dream, Standing here before the unseen.  Be patient run for spot to shine, It's time you are the next one in the up line. Well of course its thee,  Thank you for being so pretty to me. Do you see what’s coming, A dream fulfilled, humming, Standing before the unseen light, Patiently waiting, preparing to ignite. Run for the spot, your time to shine, The next in line, the stage is mine . Of course, it’s you, can you see, Thank you for being so pretty to me. With every step, the path unfolds, A vision of greatness, a story retold. In the up line, your moment is you, Radiating loving Art Baby Blue.

  A new approach to living life is ordered. Being one to think back with revision only,  Walking in the unseen revealing I am King. Pardon my say as I speak up this way, Looking into the future my minds mental play. Less is more and more is less, This idea is what I am putting to the test.  Out with the old in with the knew, Concentrating all my thought until I am you. A new approach to living life is inorder, A reflection honed, the path its border. Being one to think back with revision, Walking in the unseen, I fulfill the vision. Pardon my say as I rise this way, Blazing forward, my mind's mental play. Less is more, and more is less, An idea I place to life's grand test. Out with the old, in with the knew, A singular focus, concentrated and true. Channeling thought, crafting my view, Here I stand, the mirror’s King, I am you.

  Here is a view of my space in mind,  A picture perfect smile smirking wow, Could I pretend I do for knowing this is God, Showing me my words in thine out shining through.  Hear I am. Presently me loving you. Calm peaceful feeling charging within, Electric love lighting sparking pretty you, For the world is me and mine for the making, So here is my stamp for Good loving creating. 

  What a wonder of a view is me looking through How so grateful and happy it being you.  Because you are you, I have been thinking pretty true, Have we met in the mind, my name is Art Baby Blue? See you doing fine and will look hear smile.  This is acting in my play,  To be asking Yes I say, Forming a picturing perfecting ideally unto into self lovingly, Realizing Greatness.  You -  Me - Art Baby B. What a wonder of a view, me looking through, Grateful and happy, for it’s being you. Because you are you, I’ve been thinking true, Have we met in the mind? My name is Art Baby Blue. See you doing fine, hear the smiling your way, This is acting, my play— To ask, to form, and Yes, I say, Shaping the picture, perfecting the scene, Lovingly crafting what greatness means. You and me, in harmony, A danceful thought, flowing free. Together creating what eyes long to see, The beauty in life, through Art Baby B.

  Have you felt the wonder and thrill in living life? At present and until God chooses to take breath,  My thoughts are forward and my heart beats best. For being of the presence of thy creator,  And questioning the air which you know is near, Protecting thy, carrying angels, beneath my feet and sea. Where art thou Me? Do I reflect in your eyes mirroring the skies above thee? One answers rings free, comforting all minds be.  Have you felt the wonder and thrill in life, Each moment special, cutting through strife? At present, until breath bows to rest, My thoughts move forward; my heart beats best. In the presence of thy Creator, I stand, Questioning the air while holding his unseen hand. It protects, it carries angels near, Beneath my feet and the sea goes where. Where art thou, Me, in this celestial play? Do I reflect in your eyes as skies portray? The heavens echo, a resounding Yay: One answer rings free—comforting all minds Say. C elebrating is beauty...

  For the selfish me looking out beyond the sea, In all my scenes I dominating being,  Presenting good loving breathing.  From this thought forward, forever eternally growing, I become the attracting light that strengthens knowing, For overcoming Sun and standing upon one, Where each word scribed loving God.  Yet who could I be you set me free, To who you truly creating inwardly I, The fire burning scorching the sky, Forming my ideal picturing mind, Me in view and successfully you.  For the selfish me looking out beyond the sea, In all my scenes, I dominating being, Presenting good loving, breathing, and seeing. From this thought forward, eternally growing, I become the attracting light, ever-flowing, For overcoming the Sun and standing on one, Where each word is scribed in love for God's Son. Yet who could I be? You set me free, Revealing the truth you create me. The fire burns, scorching the sky, Forming the picture in my ideal eye. Me in view, the...

  I have come accustomed to the pictures in my mind moving. It's a simple observation yet profound in thinking. At least for me as I act in my play.  A smile on my face and a warming heart,  Feeling like God is tickling me inside.  How could I be, More grateful to thee, For birthing me for all to see. Yet for being I your loving Son,  My dominance I say with a kiss, blowing  within. I have grown accustomed to the pictures moving in my mind, A simple observation, yet profoundly aligned. In the act of my play, I find my way, A smiling grace my face, warming the day. Feeling God’s gentle tickle, his loving sign, How blessed am I to call this life mine. Grateful beyond words to the One, For birthing me, your radiant Son. For all to see, this dominance I own, Catching my kiss, my seeds are sown. Winning the wind, my words ascend, A life of living light, so bright pretend. Through Art Baby Blue, my truth be one, Creating the picture, I’ve already won...

  Fore knowing my dreams in sight,  I smile for the light. Does one really get what they think about? Here's my view about that thought I do.  Staying above the question, and willing the ideal word.  To bring a story in kind, for showing and picturing thee, Tickling my land and sea,  For protecting, nurturing and for loving me.  Out from the wind into the mind, How beautifully my living life be, Coming into Gods purpose his plan. Fore knowing my dreams in sight, I smile, basking in the light. Does one truly gain what they think about? Here’s my view—let me lay it out. Staying above the question’s way, Willing the ideal word to play. To craft a story, gentle and kind, Showing the picture etched in mind. Tickling the land, caressing the sea, Protecting, nurturing, and loving me. For the whispering wind watering thoughtful taste, How beautifully my living life takes place. Aligned with God’s purpose, his perfect plan, Each step forward, a mark a ...

  This is the present day picture, me.  From all my thoughts the seed to be.  Do you see the resemblance of the Father in heaven, A moment to reflect upon the Son.  For my words to speak love you,  Is to see the shine in me, proceed from the thoughts like these.  This is the present day picture, me, A living vision of thoughts seeded to be. Do you see the resemblance, the Father above, A moment to reflect upon the Son’s love? For my words, they speak, Art Baby Blue. Casting their light, their shine in view. Proceeding from thoughts like these, A mirroring grace, carried on the breeze. Every verse, my reflecting vine, A thread in my history of time. Grateful for the picture I see, A master of the Creator’s.  Me. This is the present day picture, sea, Born from the seeds of thought to be. Do you see it—the resemblance clear, The Father in heaven, ever so near? A moment to reflect upon the Son, The journey, the path, the victory won. For m...

  I have released all the pressure unto the Sun,  My perspective is light hearted and fun. The purpose in action is being right in mind, For hear one must be kind. I challenge all thoughts of who thinks you,  Dominating all ends for being me,  Grateful its God who breathing I. Firing in thee your great spark true. Art Baby Blue. I have released all my love into the Sun,   Creating a perspective of light and fun.   The purpose in action aligns with mind,   For in every sound, one must be kind.   I challenge all thoughts, asking who thinks you,    Dominating all ends simply for being true.   Grateful, it’s God whose breath fills I,   Igniting the spark, lifting my dreams to the sky.   Here I stand, the vessel of view,   Burning brightly Art Baby Blue.  

  Having moments to think and play before I say, Feeling the energy flowing my way, Being vigilant and strengthening my walk, Investing each word I speak and talk. Patient I am inside about my faithful appearance, Wherefore I fly upon the currents.  Above high in the sky you see me leading the pack, Grateful knowing God has my back.    Having moments to think and play,   Before the words take flight today.   Energy flows, alive, my way,   Each step vigilant, each word I say.   Investing faith, in speech and stride,   Strengthened within, where patience resides.   High above, on heavens floor,    Leading the pack, forevermore.   Grateful, I rise, the son intact,   Knowing always, God has my back.   Through winds that lift and light that shines,   I journey onward, beyond time.  

  This frequency I own, the one growing vibrating longer, The one cleansing and pouring water into air, atoms molecules images hear? Forming a picture of girls who love thee, Like the ones who dominate above the sea, Ascendingly up, perfecting me. ME. Yet could I spark my imagination in you, To enjoy my blessing of a rendezvous,  With that joyful being Art baby blue, And so pretty too. This frequency I own, growing, vibrating strong,   Cleansing and pouring water into air, my song.   Atoms, molecules, images appear,   Forming a picture of girls who hold me hear. Like the ones who reign above the sea,   Ascending, perfecting, becoming me—ME.   Lovingly sparking my imagination in you,   To share in the picturing of a rendezvous? With that joyful being, Art Baby Blue,  And oh, so pretty too.

  My steam into energetic play flowing my way, Presenting my word forwarding the day,  Blowing wind softly yet gently into you. The wonderment in mind,  Producing fruits from seeds, Growing in soul speaking love into thee. Blessing all atoms molecules too, And everything else that is part in you.  To believe, I do, you are part me. boo, My steam flows in an energetic way,   Presenting my word, forwarding the day.   Blowing wind softly, yet gently into you,   A wonder in mind, Art Baby Blue. Producing fruits from seeds of light,   Growing in soul, loving shining bright.  Blessing all atoms, molecules too,   And everything else that’s part in you. To believe, I do, in unity’s view,   For I see, dear one, you are part me you. Lovingly, me. Art, Baby, Blue.

  Every thought I think before mind,   Am I the father and the son,   Or am I both, being one?   Looking out at sea, breathing, me.   What if you had to create your whole life,   Starting now, present face?   First thought I put to God, in script, thanking He for being me.   Second thought I put into Son, scripting love lighting lightning blue.   Third thought I put to the One, heart beating, Earth pulsating sight.    Fourth thought I put into spark, igniting height, conscious right,   Overtaking might.   I paint my world to be a present to He,   Allowing God and His love for thee,   For showering and raising the sea, just for me.   To play and tickle the sky, breathing I,   Dominatingly lovingly being be,   Art Baby Blue, pretty you.   Am I both the giver and receiver of grace,   Father and son, a reflec...