the play of doing, transacting creating value through acts for good in spirit of mind.  in the mental realm thought can conceive of opposites and produce them more easily than thought can accept a gradual agree of good and produce it. a radical view often clears the mind of cluttered, limited ideas,  so that the mental swing to the opposite can produce the opposite result quickly.  I boldly dare to be a spiritual architect,  to build pictures of larger good,  I boldly dare to enjoy these pictures increased good mentally as i go about my daily tasks, feeling visualizing success right is mind. daringly affirming rich, unlimited success for myself,  know matter what is happening around I at any moment, believing breathing thinking this or something better Father thy supreme Good will Be done.  tickling the sea  you  me. 

  Upon Thomas Trowards train i generally scribe ideas for the reoccurring investment, yet today my impromptu stock asset report. I have come along way in mind,  wherefore, most ideas are present and forward dividends.  letting go all residue of past experiences that tingle, yet my revisioning is beginning to see.  For the standing one learns through winning trials and tribulations. for i am present scribing, till will, begin, seeing Ideally what I want creating mental scenes,  two weeks,  one week, present. for mastering practice, creating tracks for each ideal word, retuning greatness vibration frequency.   sowing now I prescribe, for the recurring investment. thought placed today returning greater tomorrow. Yet in this impromptu annual report I have earned Good Love mind. My ideas now facing leaning forward. my roots the Past experience tingle me strength, Revision is clear the lens. I see. in standing one learns through trials, experiments, churning...

  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...

  Do you see the picture I am painting in view,  Its of and for that pretty girl you.  Who, I have been creating in mind, Your figure complete voluptuous stacked. Body nurturing for my soul, thoughts watering for me to think. Lofty ideas bubble up into steam, Seeing you in a dress blue summer yes.   Yes, I see the picture you are painting, A vision stirring my heart’s admiring, Where thoughts become strokes, softly touching, The form of she who keeps me smiling. A beauty I’ve nurtured in crafting mind, Voluptuous, flowing, near fine. Her essence feeding my soul to climb, Her laughter echoing dreamtime. A blue dress dancing in summer’s breeze, Sunlight playing upon her knees. She is my muse, I hold and kiss, Framed in breath, sealed with bliss. The living image coming into sight. How beautiful you are my light.

  Being silence entering the mind, A presence profound, majestic, divine. Words filling passion, in reverence speaking— Spirit whispers gently, love is awakening. My soul immortal, uniquely lights ray, In verse my paths choices come running to play. Conduct and time shape thy eternal flame, Immortality per verse, yet essence the same. One is all, and all is the One, In limbs my Creator, unity begun. Mindful awareness holds this truth near, From Heaven to Earth, all manifest here. Fire ascends life-giving, upward its flight, Water air nurture flames burning bright. Earth receives form, the vessel returns, Elements cycling, wisdom earns. The cosmos embracing my nature's pure art, My verse qualities spinning, unifying heart. Countless forms rise, contrasts loves sign, Yet rooted in one, whole and mine. Being fully present; awake inner sight, Godlike focus, aware alight. For knowledge divine comes forth to hear call, My essence, my presence, the sanctuary of all...

  What really matters to I.  My involvement with a great organization.  Achievement is always the ideal elixir for perfect life impression.  Knowing all ideas breathing seeks and searches for expression.  An emperor must have an empress to be.  I create and attract two for me.  To assist thee to grow and think freely.  Opening mind dreaming to seeing, From experience to thought,  Knowing my kids are fruitful. Growing boldly beautiful tickling Gods will.  What truly matters sings the Heir.  Is my beyond where I throng. Achievements sweetening life's fine wine, Perfecting visions becoming mine. Ideas breathing, seeking birth, Expressions bold upon the Earth. An emperor with empress owning crowned, Attracting two, stirring profound. Together freely dreaming high, Opening minds to touch the sky. Children fruitful, bold and bright, Growing seeds that tickle light. A vision shared in joyful skill, Boldly blessing, God's own ...

  Believing is seeing myself breathing the propellers wind.  Intending it to be and willing it tilling it I send.  Believing is seeing myself in the engine I do, For here I go into imagination thinking myself being loved by you.  In my heart and of the play, Painting beautiful pictures in means and ways.  For my sight to be seeing is believing come true. A wake to the light,  Oh how lucky is me you  For lovingly  being  art baby blue.  Believing is seeing—propellers spin, Carrying wind from breath within. A force unseen, yet willing and true, Tilling the sky, forging through. Believing is seeing—I am the light, A whispering thought turning into might. The engine hums, the dreaming picture ignites, Imagination shaping forming heights. For in my heart, this play is real, A love appeal, a joy to feel. Brushing my canvas, appreciating the view, A vision alive, a soul reborn. Awake the light, my dream comes true, Oh, how lucky I...

  The joy of being a fruitful soul. Is the artful fully being me.  For the smiling impression expressing upon thee.  To follow a line is to create a path,  Upwards out world to the milky way,  To the Suns stars then out radiating through, As I come to the point of me seeing you.  What part mostly do you play yourself to be in mind.  Oh mine how you shine bringing forth beautiful treasures, And surpassing my inkling of knowing enjoyingly pleasures.  For being Gods greatest gift to himself me,  Intending pretending to believing is seeing bestowingly showing. Pictures imagining them apples tasteful, Ripe, ready for enjoyment and artfully soul.  The joy of being a fruitful sol, Ripens in heart, in essence whole. A smile impressed upon the air, A flicker of light, a breath breathing hear. To follow a line, a path being told, Upward, outward, towards  the cosmical bold. Milky ways whispering whimsical hymns, the stars reside, Embra...

  To the spark of the word in the me you.  And all the world's coming into view, To clap your hands and shine love above true. For pretty boy singing Art Baby Blue. For bringing forth my love  I call to the angels,  Carrying thy smiles of and in my atum. What do you want to see for and from Pretty being me your seed in be, Who you planted to bring before present to me.  For the spark of the word in me, to you, And all the worlds shaping into view. Clapping your hands, letting love shine who, For pretty boy singing—Art Baby Blue. I call to the angels, calling to I, Carrying smiles through Atum’s sky. Your golden glow, your celestial stream, Birthing visions unto beams I dreamt. What do you wish to see unfold? One story once planted, now retold. For in the seed, the fruit is grown, To the garden of light, my kingdom I own.

  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 ...

  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...

  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...

  The wind of fortune leads the air, Presenting its dominate position clear.  Where forth thy sky,  Those ideals nurturing I.  Being the seeds to flower me.  To the gust in the win beyond the world be free. Victory hands in superman flying over the see.  To the thought thinking thee, I increase my mine in the present thine, Attracting my rose for my heart in kind.  Gathering all the forces to light my shine.  The wind of fortune stand here, Presenting its dominant position clear. Hear forth my sky,  nurturing I, Seeds to flower, rooting high. My gust you the win, beyond the world, be free, Victory hands as Superman over the sea. To the thought, thinking thee, I increase my kind in the present thine, Drawing strength from mind. Kissing my rose, my love kind, Giving forces the cosmos alignment. For in this gust, my light does shine, My belief in the truth, uniquely mine.

  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...

  Is this what it feels like to be at the center of life? Calm, serene, imagining being. I have been planting my seeds into the soil and air,  Beautiful to see you appear.  From here, we go enjoying living the show,  Creating it by each and every word we flow.  Gratefully for me, I command the wind and sea upon all land.  It's an exciting present for mind. Is this the feeling, the heart of it all? Life at its core, hearing its call. Calm and serene, mirroring reflecting, Imagining self, other worlds connecting. Seeds I’ve sown in soil and air, Beautifully bloom as you appear. From here, we scribe, we play, we go, Creating the rhythm, letting it flow. Commanding the wind, the sea, the land, I feel the pulse of my living band. Each word sparking, shaping the scene, An exciting present for my mind’s dream. Visual Tie-In : A tranquil scene with a figure standing at the center of a glowing circle of life. Around them, seeds sprout into radiant flow...

  Do you have a moment or three,  to dance with thee? I am born in the mind of God, Yahweh, Allah, Like the word James all the same name.  For You painting me the color of the soil,  Knowing its where all ideas grows.  In time like an instant instinctual spark, Sprigs up out into the light singing upon Stark.  My art inspiring thought an evolution growing, Yet foreknowing is my passionate smile creating new styles, To picture into shapes upon all the mentionable space. Specifically and literally my loving view, in Me You presently vibrating into sound now.  Could I have a moment or three, To dance in the rhythm of eternity with me? I am born in the mind of God, Yahweh, Allah, Names like James, all watering the river same. For You painting me the coloring in your Son, Where every idea roots, to nurture and Won. In an instant, an instinctual spark takes light, Sprigs up, reaching into infinities flight. Standing upon Stark, my art wording inspir...