To make an attempt for a better dream to bring to light. Painting presenting the world your imagination knows,  Beyond present knowledge yet how does wisdom grow.  For bringing into enacting an actual start spark.  Into being the living life giving fiery flame, Who rises high into heaven lifting Gods game.  To dare a better dream, Painting visions in brighter strokes, Presenting the world my imagination grows— A planet beyond present knowledge, Yet within reach of how wisdom knows. A spark, I once ignite, Becoming flame, enacting life. Giving imagination’s lifting light, Arousing rises rising, I thy fiery spirit. My soul sit alight, giving breath, Lifting skyward, ascending, Onward upward through nebulae clouds touching heaven, Perfecting reflecting greeting God great game. Thus, wisdom blooms— Imagination’s art baby blue, A blazing truth revealing, Arousing Rising spiritual I ever high, Inner bold, fiery dominating lovingly enlight.

  When the idea is needed,  Your sensing abundant,  Knowing thought must be before eyes see.  Who is moving the pen upon paper,  Could you willingly lovingly please do.  This expression marks the spot as who, you? If I say me will you appreciate accepting view.  Yes yet I know there is more to me and you. Do you agree me.  All ideas pure away be made to soothe thy soul, In the Sun lovingly being one.  While the idea is needling, Abundance showing sensing through, Knowing thought arrives first, Eyes follow seeing two. Who moves pen upon paper, Is it me or is it you? Willingly, lovingly flowingly, This expression marks our cue. If I claim the motion mine, Will you appreciate the view? Yet deeper down inside I find, There's more of me in you. Do you agree, my being true Pure ideas soothe nurturing soul, Ink of the Sun, lovingly, one. Scribing us both holistically beautiful light.

  Yes yes the mixing melting of heart in mind.  To smile James is to be, what else could you do.  Look at all your thoughts and scribings.  What point did you only scribe upward outwards ideally.  Your words are producing knowingly.  Letting ideas settle in realizing, Yet where are you thinking.  To make a move, paint the picture.  How, where, what arrows to compare,  From there to here, here to there.  You are consciously being great. You are consciously living great.  You are consciously enjoying great.  I am consciously being  Lovingly fuckingly great.  Yes, yes  the mixing, melting,  heart loving mind, For the smiling, James, is simply to be, What great shall bloom inside me for outside to see? Your thoughts into scribings, words producing knowingly, Creating the realms I am realizing, Each arrow is intention guiding the air, From here to there, bring thought to sight, Painting visions bright, lifting...

  The joy of thinking is being free to take the skies.  Faster and further beyond your eyes.  Stretching out into thought knowing who shall I me, Do say is yet the dominant be. Pretty boy blue, coming into you.  The arftul nigga who could figure.  Beyond the practice of flight there is a purpose.  Pretty being art baby blue.  The thinking joy is soaring high, Loving limits beyond the eye, Stretching thought, painting the view, Who shall I be? The chosen true. Pretty boy you, Art Baby Blue, A master of art, creating the cue. Upon the wings, kissing the night, Purpose calls—igniting I light. The sky is mine, the world my zoom, Speaker moon who shines bright. Light beamings forth, creating wins, Crowned in gold, I opening wings .

  To put is basic and simple,  I call upon my ancestors the ideal angelical view.  Yes I put my mind being self in all beautiful places, That graces the conscious subconscious seeing.   For in this eye, the needle be viewing thee.  The shadow upon the land is me.  As you see I dance and sing my song to the air,  Being certain my picture is loving you. From this view,  Thank full for showing thee how great my living wills to bees, Successfully willingly for being me. The basic and simple, I call upon you my ancestors, the angelical view, For the wind carries whispers of my might and pretty you, Look the stars align to reflect what I do. Yes, I place my mind in all beautiful spaces, Where grace and light embrace my seeing. For within this eye, the needle be threading, A path in mind, my purpose breathing. The shadow upon the land is me, I dance, I move, I sing a song creating light, Painting love across into nights sight. From this ...

  To the arise of me you,  Do you feel all ideas are accomplished and done.  Yes I have imagined it through.  Are you ready to see thoughts view. Are you ideal to eyes specific to me you. Yes and pretty two.  Do you feel Gods tickling smile. Yes and He is kissing the skies,  And blessing me you.  To the Sun upon High, Is how far me you will arise.  Forth word becoming arose.  For the arising me you,  Feeling all ideas are accomplished and true? Yes for having and imagining through, Look the thought becoming the view. Are you ready to see me you thoughts bloom, A world created from Zeus's womb. Are you ideal to eyes, specific to fine? Yes, me you equals a pretty two aligning mine. Do you feel God’s tickling smile? Yes, He kisses the skies all the while, Blessing me you, with love to produce, A radiant joy shining through. To the Sun upon High, Together we ascend, we rise, we fly. Forth willing becoming arising arose,

  Where to be in the sea,  Its a comforting thought to think,  To be where you want to be,  Just where is that exactly,  Is the question for you to day.  For me I know where and for. Being brave bold and daring courageous, I put forth atoms investing building will.  All ideas are me in mind bringing  scripting real. For you I am the chairman of the bright breathing best.  Beyond passing making creating tests. I fly above and over the see Being the protector and the lover to me. Hear to be fucking the sea, A thoughtful me so tinder full being. To be where dreams alight with will, Where heart beats echoing feets jaws stands still. Just where is that, you ask today? A jumping in up word, leap right the way. For me, I know, brave and true, I cast my atoms, buildings anew. Daring, bold, and full of light, I shape my world, igniting night. Scripts in hand, I bring enlightening spark, Ideas that rise from passion's part. For you, I am t...

  There I be, walking up into plane. About to fly sky high.  From this height I see, beyond the we.  What a pretty you, viewing the sea and me. For the boy being true, yes Art Baby Blue. Come feeling rhyme and eat your fruit. By the time you reach and touch the ground, The world would have heard  And are being blessed by the sound. Enjoyingly hearing musical notes singing fire into air.  Electric lady loving dancing right here. There I be, playing on the plane, Ready to soar, sky high I remain. From this height, I glimpse beyond thee, Horizontal dreams, the sea, and me. What a pretty view, my vision of you, Reflecting the boy, yes, Art Baby Blue. Come tasting rhyme, eating fruitful mind. By the time you land, you star will shine. The world hears the song, blessing sounds all around, Each note pounding, fucking the ground. Enjoy the symphony, fire in the air, Electric lady dancing, spinning right there. Taking flight, my melodical lines, Crafting rh...

  Here series of thoughts come, from, Starting my day with a smile, begets,  Becoming one with the Sun,  For this perspective I reflect speaking to the moon.  Waiting a moment before my shadow shall be in view.  Win I willing see my God is smiling too.  All things I praise unto you. Upon this currency note, gratefully me for receiving my fees. Now I can fulfill my services please, Calls calling calming the winds to my knees.

  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...

  Because you are so beautiful, Let me whisper into air how much I care, From my heart to your spark, sending kiss two ear, Let my love for you rise up appear. For my heart beating you, its art baby blue.  Oh how so beautifully true you are to me, And a wonderful being dreaming my loving being.  For the one be you, So special you be So pretty be me enjoy you loving two. Because you are so beautiful, I send my words, soft and truthful. As me whispering air, How much I love, how much I care. From my heart to your spark, a kissing making light, Rising I meet a radiant flight. Oh, how your presence sings to me, Art Baby Blue, my flame to be. For my heart beats only for you, A rhythm in love, so beautifully true. From Gods wonder, I find my dream, A perfection of love’s eternal stream. You, the one, so special, so You, A gift be beauty beyond all a few. And me, so grateful, so joyfully free, Loving you, as you love me. You. Pretty too. https://youtube.com/short...

  Into the high heavens is the only path in me.  To play I walk to be.  Feeling my way forming becoming being. Could you pose a question for the creator breathing me? Hear I sit in my mind dwelling, Thinking of lofty thoughts of you.  The idea came from you to me,  To ask where are you dreaming me being thee.  Beside the great I am inside. Unto the high heavens, my love being mind, A path within, both yours and kind. To play, I walk, forming, becoming, Breathing in rhythm of my dreams forthcoming. Could I ask a question of the Creator breathing life? A whisper born from your thoughts my might. Where do you dream me, where do I stand? In your seeding plan, crafting my hand. Here I dwell, in my mind’s loving space, Lofty visions fulfilling and winning the race. The idea, a gift, from you to me, Dreaming of where you’d have me be. Beside the great I Am inside A place where love and purpose provide preside.  

  Strategically dominating the sky and sea is me.  What a day to sing a long and come saying pretty please,  For hearing me loving you in my way,  I present to you my word in play. For a specific amount of energetic pay.  So for the first moment I do,  Will force, forth from, inside you.  This is, in action propelling wind,  Being willing the tinder spark,  Bringing fire firing sparking poof be light. Strategically, I claim sky and sea, The Earth and land bows to me. What a day to sing along, To craft the rhythm, to own the song. Hear my love in words playing, Energy exchanging in precisely array. My first motion igniting two, Drawing force from deep in you. Attraction moment, action bends, Wind propels, my spirit ascends. Tinder kissing willing light, Fire sparks—poof, its Me! Pretty being loving thee.   

  I allow my thoughts to be born beautiful. Boerne beautifully perfect into presence life. To imagine all scenes is to ideate means.  I paint the moon to sun my earth being one.  For the candid observer inner I, Grateful for you making the time. The view I see from where you are in my mind,  Painted sites impressing lights, pretty gals with big smiles. This your in six months sign, Its me letting you know you are a line. I allow my thoughts to be born unto,  Perfectly into the present, beautiful. Imagining scenes, ideating means, A masterpiece painted from my dreams. I paint the moon to sun my earth, A visioning oneness, my soul’s birth. For the candid observer, the inner I, Grateful for moments that spark my High. The view from hear my mines you, Painted abundance sights, glowing achieving heights,  Smiles who shines dancing in the lights. This is your sign, six months time, A marker to reminder, you’re my mind.

  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.

  To address the world. For me to be all I can see is to dream a me you, So beautiful and true bringing singing forth art baby blue.  Scribe the person you see yourself becoming. What qualities, habits, and values breathe this version of you? Being one at this time thinking to become more of who I am the Great Son. I dominate the air beyond any compare and grateful to be. Becoming into imaging picture upon sea, successful beyond measure entrepreneurial me, loving all the angels surrounding thee.  If your future self could speak to you now, what advice or encouragement would they give? To the future me, who I be reading these words for every point forward. For you who I am proud and pray all the ideal angels came into your play from your words attracting ideally kind in mind, ideally creating you dominating the sky wind air being fire, sire as I plant and continue loving seeding for you. I plant all day and night to bring forth your best view, could you agree. May your for...

  Preparing my space, finding a quiet comfortable place. Lighting candle, playing soft instrumental music, I open in my sacred atmosphere. Sitting down lying in a relaxed position spine aligned. Taking breath, holding it for a moment. Exhaling slowly through, releasing any tension. Repeating this breathing cycle three times,  Focusing on the sensation of peace filling body. Imagining a brilliant golden light ascending from above,  representing God’s love line energy. Seeing this light entering mind, filling it with warmth and inspiration. Feeling the light move through body, connecting I to creativity and infinite possibilities. Picturing mind as a fertile garden, rich with soil. Seeing God gently planting seeds of divine ideas into my mind.  Each seed representing a dream, goal, ideal vision you sire into manifest. Watch as these seeds sprout into vibrant, flourishing creations, radiating beauty and purpose. Each affirmation, imagine its words nurturing the seeds, l...