I came into the thought,  Impregnating the Sun,  Bringing light rays of children,  Growing up ascending being one,  The dominant breath loving God, I am.  I come into the thought, Procreating the Son, Bringing light rays my children, Growing up, ascending, being one, The dominant breath loving I am, Gods great son.

  Fashion as a rule does complete justice to the general requirements of its followers.  And the same is true for the pretty you whose greatness follows the perfection of this type.   An artist beyond structure willing winning thought, Wearing a flowing mane, enhancing mines mental style and for this reason my present,  A portion in gold mining ability producing current seed. Fashion as a rule does justice indeed, Fulfilling the general, serving each need. True for the pretty, true for the bold, My greatness perfected, this style you uphold. Artist beyond structure, winning the mind, Flowering full flowing mane, a living expression impressing loving kind. Enhancing the moment, this essence you mold, My presence a treasure, mining sowing seeds creating gold.

  In the searching is found yet where. A moment of completeness, wholeness, a fulfillment. A dove flying by, two birds perched before in a tree. Presuming looking at me. Oh creating mind birthing I do. What else could you bring forth to my view. You literally know who to vision into. Picture two beautiful girls making love to me you. For in the thought I breathe, Hear me planting watering the seed. From the searching, found—is where? A moment of completeness, tickling air. A dove flying by, two perched in a tree, Presuming, gazing, watching loving me. Oh, creating mind, birthing anew, What else could you bring forth in view? You, who knows what vision eyes see, Picture two beautiful girls enjoying making love unto me. For in the thought, I breathe, Planting, watering, willing the seed. A whisper to air, to touch me there, Manifesting love rhythmically, come, comingly here. 

  What a great view, me loving you.  This is the start of my say in the day,  Where art pretends to be swirling clay.  Grateful to be where I am in the in sea,  Looking forward yet appreciating past,  Thinking about those time I got some good ass.  To the front of my mind I picture two, Who I invite to a birds eye view, I think I can, I know I can,  I dream I can, love me some you.  What a great view, you loving me, The day begins, me in two,  Art swirling clay in a master’s hand, Shaping dreams, where oceans land. Grateful am I for the in sea’s pretty face, Reflecting on past, joyce and grace. To moments of laughter, and love's sweet dance, Thinking of times, seizing each chance. To the front of my mind, I picture you, An invitation sent to a bird’s eye view. I think I can, I know I can, Dreaming believing I can love me some you.

  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...

  Hi, I would like to talk to you for a moment or two. It's about a thought I have been thinking about you.  For me you see I think the world into view.  And to put it wildly, I want more pictures with you.  You see, you bring a smile to my inner being, And well I will that I idea into you.  For believing is the secret of the sperm, Holding the thought until its brought to term.  I shall carry my thought of you until we do.  Hi, may I share a moment with you? It’s about a thought, a tickle, a view. For me, you see, the world bends to mind, And in that curve, it's you I find. Oh, to be wild and picture us two, Smiling together, creating anew. You bring a light to my inner being, A spark, a vision, a dream worth seeing. Belief is the secret of the seed, Carrying thought until it’s freed. For in the rhythm of patience and time, A harvesting blooms from the planted rhyme. So I hold this thought of you, steadfast and true, Until the moment com...

  Here I stand looking at the world to see, Me standing in the sun staring back at thee. Who are you and why are you there,  Come a little closer to draw near.  In being the breath of air and wind,  I close my eyes to pretend.  In thine mind I see a view of me and you.  Inside our soul shining bright and sparkling through. For the great I am in living play, Acting as my words prepare the way. I say could I be upon, Growing into the Son, Being - the - Anointed - one.    Here I stand looking at the world to see, Me standing on the sun glaring forth at thee. Who are you, and why are you there? Come a little closer please draw near. For being the breath of air and wind, Open your eyes to pretend. In thine mind, I see a view of me in you, Inside our soul, shining bright and sparkling as two. In the great I Am is where I live and play, Acting for my words to prepare the way. I say, could I be upon the secret in the sperm, Growing into the So...

  Hear my lullahigh, This is where I paint my picture in the sky, As I come dancing singing to my Fathers door.  From here is willing be pretty you me.  To reaching a stone of the mile, I smile improving my gangs pile.  For feeling my meme and opening up dream, By means, ways and say.  William Shakespeare come be an actor in my play.  To assist in a story  Only could be told by you Radiating I kissing the sky. Hearing my lullahigh, This is where you see painted my picture in the sky, As I come dancing, singing in my Father’s door, From hearing willing, be pretty you, me. To reaching a stone in the mile, I smile, improving my gang's pile. For being my meme and opening up dream, All means, ways, and say, William Shakespeare, come action play, To script me in story, Only could be told by you, Radiating I, kissing the sky eye .

  To see a picture as pretty as you, Know more words could really present, Yet that is what I shall do.  What to me is a burning bush belief, How the ether has me pictured in a world, Brought to you by pretty I.  What do you see when you look into thee, Faithfully ideally me loving you, A Art Baby Blue. To see a picture as pretty as you, Words rise short, yet still, I pursue. What to me my burning bush release, A vision in love, my soul’s belief. How the ether forms, creating my world, A dream spun gently, into you my girl. Brought to you by the light in my eye, A glimpse of heaven as I reach kissing sky. What do you see when you gaze into thee, A reflection of perfection projecting Me? Faithfully, ideally, my love rings singing freeing true, A master being named Art Baby Blue.

  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.

  A new being showing in mind.  A new animal running with you.  A new light inheriting line.  A new atom bringing I do.  A new EL listening two. For the knew I agree.  For the knew I am grateful for thee.  For the knew I am happy to see.  For the knew coming into view.  For the knew flowing me great.  In the now picturing me your Alpha. In the now smiling me your beautiful .  In the now showering me your love.  In the now energizing me your spark. In the now loving me your heart. 

  The greatest events of an age are its best thoughts. It is the nature of thought to find its way into action. Thought is the property of those only who can entertain it. Emerson and Bovee thought these ideas to light the spark in me. Here is my thought thinking a view. What thought is true? Could my thought be flying high above two, Rising again singing Art Baby Blue thought. These are thoughts in action.  Where are my thoughts in response.  Yet hold on thought before you call through, Be certain my ears ring ideal thought inspiring words. For me to read and think thought, That I am God's greatest thought in creation creating.  Thoughts in living love sparking imagination, Presently appreciating this thought in banking.  Thought is the property of those who dare, Thought is the spark, to rise, and flare. Emerson and Bovee brought this thought to you, Igniting a flame, thought soaring through. What thought is true, what vision takes blue? Could my thought...

  A full immersion into play, Is the only thought into day. For you being you the proud I am. Thank you Father for this life, living, breathing, me beautifully. What ideal picture is clear for my eyes to see, Lighting them up outside to be. Pretty you loving me. A full commission to play, The only thought to brighten my day. For you being you, the pride I claim, Thank you, Father, for  being the sparking flame. Living, breathing, me beautifully, Gratefully gifting your Son the sea. What ideal picture clears for my sight, Lighting my eyes with joy so bright. You and so pretty too,  Lovingly me, Art Baby Blue.  

  How simple is true and so beautiful be you,  To see your endorsing Art Baby Blue, Who could have thought to think such a height Presenting my  signature  impressing  light . For you I dream anew, Not just for you yet for me I do,  See my imagination is the greatest victor, It images my words into pictures, So this being true I ask for a pose portraying you looking through, Gazing into my eyes feeling my soul, Inventing telepathy to nurture the bold in thee. Being certain you bring out only the best of me.  How simple is true and so beautiful be you, To see your endorsing Art Baby Blue. Who could think a thought to such a height, Where presenting my signature, impresses light. For you, I dream anew, Not just for you, yet for me I do. See, my imagination is the greatest victor, It images my words into perfect pictures. So this being true, I ask for a pose, Portraying you, looking through at my rose, Gazing into my eyes, feeling my soul, Inve...

  I bring a picture upon the reel in mind, For that one bird in my view, Protecting from the top in the tree sitting by, Happy I spotted you there in the sky. It seems to mean you want a bigger scene, For you in my showing lighting the fire green.  In mixing the paint, coloring, touching abstract dream, Feeling the love of my surreal being.  I bring a picture upon the reel in mind, For that one bird, perched and in align, Protecting from the top, in the tree sitting by, Happy I spotted you, soaring sky high. Listen whispers a want for a greater me, Your presence bold, igniting fire being. Mixing the paint, a touch surreal, Coloring visions only the heart can feel. Tossing strokes into thought, abstract turns wheel, A symphony in love, each note a seal. For the dream is alive, and the bird is free, A perfection reflecting you, a part of me.  

  In the circle of the light, Is the seed of the great Almighty, Presiding I standing radiating bright. Who Art tho creating breathing me? Who takes the credit for birthing thee? Where art tho you outside or inside being? For the glow in the showing picturing nation image, Present to me your presence smiling brightening the mind in me. In the circle of the bright, Dwells the seed of the great Almighty’s might, Presiding I stand, radiating light, A spark in the vastness, glowing insight. Who Art thou, creating and breathing me? Who claims the credit for birthing thee? Are you within, or outside the seeing, The pulse, the essence, my infinite being? For in the knowing, the showing shines, A picturing nation, an imaginal vine, Present to me your presence, to day, Smiling, brightening, lighting me in thy eternal mind.

  Here I am presenting myself to the world. confident bold, being moulded as told.  Following inner instinct, ready bare,  presenting is the picture eyes share, as my mirroring reflection to bring you in for a kiss, a thought out from me, inwardly for a twist.  To present my plays, I do for show,  singing my songs, playing shy,  to getting closer  two your pretty eyed, smile. Its the opening scene to the bounce on me meme,  for shooting my shots and capturing dreams.  Here I am presenting myself to the world, Confident, bold, being molded as told. Following inner instinct, ready and bare Presenting the picture that eyes share. A mirrored reflection to draw you near, Bringing a kiss, twisting thought into air. To present my plays, I set the stage, Singing my songs, turning shy into engage. Getting closer to your pretty-eyed smile, The spark that bridges each mile. This is the opening scene, look the bouncing me meme, Shooting my sh...