Yes Father creator thinking breathing thy,  I am your ideal hero sowing loving my grateful thoughts,  of how best to being certain,  you know I love you.  for this view being Yes, Father creator, thinking, breathing I, standing as your ideal hero, singing slinging words being grateful thought in hand, fighting only to rise, to shine, to stay inline. Certaining my being,  breathening present, stilling know  mentally whispering I love you. Your thinking moving through me, my thought returns kissing you, a looping loving light, a moving electrical motion. I am here. you are where. tickle tickle,  there.

  I see an angel in the sky before thy,  Certain to being here for me, For why else could I be in front of thee.  To inspire and bring fire to muse for sea. To birth a view that now becomes two.  Oh how lucky to be me, too, you say, for a musings my way, For me being me and loving you in my play. I see an angel in the eye, A presence glowing, floating high Certain to be, to breathe, to see, For coming two stand in front of me. To stirring the flames, to sparking thy muse, Two birthing in sea, to dream and choose. A view once one, now shaped in two, Oh, how lucky, me you. For the spiritual love making vibrating wave, A musing’s song singing rifts my way. Me, being me, in love, in play, Bringing fire to light in say, Too muse of fire in sky. Grateful for being your loving I. 

  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...

  Do you know? I believe the birds that fly above,  Carry our thoughts to and fro, They plant the seeds that we do dream. Did you know? For you it means you are meant for heights, High above the sun bearing light. I have found some appeal amongst the rays, Where they all will shine upon you to day. Spread your wings and protect over I, As I soar and take the sky dominating why. Do you know? I believe the birds that fly above Carry my thoughts to and fro, Planting the seeds of what I dream and sow. Did you know? For you, it means you are meant for heights, Soaring high above the sun’s golden light. I have found appeal amongst the rays, Where they will shine upon you this very day. Spread your wings and shield over thy, As I rise, claiming the sky, Dominating why, and doing how, For the world is mine to fly here, thou, and now.

  Life is all timing.  To think is to prepare the seconds. To order my thoughts, I shall plant a row of seeds.  I visualize my right ideal team.  I visualize investing sharing moments with my true family.  I visualize worldly successful ventures.  I visualize my building and structures. I visualize the beautiful spirits protecting me.  I visualize being Gods favorite son.  I visualize knowing and asking the perfect questions.  These are my idea seeds growing in my mind soil.  Watering them I presently will into thee, To picturing into see, abundantly Me.  Life is all timing, the rhythms mine, To think is to ready each second, each line. I order my thoughts, a row I shall sow, Seeding the future, a garden to grow. I visualize the team, ideal and true, Moments of sharing, my family’s view. I see ventures thriving, worldly and grand, Buildings and structures, my dreams in hand. Beautiful spirits, their wings wide and near, Pr...

  I am a man attracting love, For each year the Sun circled me, I grew an itch, A fervor to serve I spoke to the moon.  Asking how could I better assist that shiny light. Glaring and staring the rays came by to say hi.  Offering me a surprise.  The thought that enters brings you sight, Concentrate, meditate, levitate the seed. Knowing the truth of mind,  I present my sound, Hearing it go singing leaping bounds. I am a man giving love, Each Sunlit year circled, I rise above. An itch, a spark, a fervent call, To serve the light and embrace it all. I spoke to the moon, silent and bright, How may I better assist your light? Its rays poured through, a gift to the eye, A glare to stare, a cosmic surprise. The thought that enters will bring you sight, Concentrate, meditate, levitate my seed tonight. In mind’s fertile ground, the seed shall root, Knowing the truth, you bear its fruit. So here I stand, sound vibrating aloud, Hearing my words take flight and ...

  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. 

  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.  

  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.  

  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...

  From the soul of the magi I speak, Conjuring words that forms tilling matter, What shall come upon the one loved Son. I present these lines for my joy, peace, and art. Knowing ideas to be, passion blooming a happy heart. Yet what more could I ask God to attract to thee, How about a smile from the sea to me. Believing I created a whole new being,  For mind to be seeing.  From the soul of the magi, I speak, Words conjured to till dominant matter instinct. What shall rise for the one loved Son, Lines etching joy, peace, and art be done. Knowing ideas take form, passion blooms, A happy heart in life’s cast rooms. Yet, what more could I ask to appear? Perhaps a smile from the sea, to here. Believing my creating shapes the view, A whole new being brought into you. For the mind, a spark, a world to see, Art Baby Blue, this is my gift of me.

  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...

  I am the impetus, I am the spark, I am the finite in the infinite brought to lite. Stretching finding out grabbing hand, Willfully reaching God's plan land. For all is a dream in my mind I say, Hearing my words spoken with such greatness and genius. Knowing no if,  For growing my soil, for my flowers to fruit. I speak like I do. Like watering Pretty Me, You. I am the impetus, I am the spark, The finite in the infinite brought building the arc. Stretching, finding, grabbing hand, Willfully reaching God’s plan land. For all is a dream in my mind, I say, Hearing my words, genius paves the way. No room for if, only soil to sow, Flowers to bloom, fruits to grow. I speak like I do, in purpose and view, Like watering Pretty Me, You, Art Baby Blue.

  I hope you have come to appreciate my artful speech and perspective.  An intentional collage in ideas presented to birth a  picture for your mind, a pretty one for you. To do and be so wonderful to me, see? I hope you've come to cherish my artful speech,   A perspective reaching far, yet never out of reach.   An intentional collage, ideas weaving fine,   A birth of pictures, each one for your mind.   A pretty view, painted with care,   Words as colors, emotions laid bare.   To do, to be, so wonderful to thee,   A gift from me, see? Art Baby Blue's melody.  

  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.  

  I know this is a greater portion of me feeling present, Believing scenes proceed for thoughts I dream From my place in a love scene. Simple ideas conceived in time as markers in space. Could one ask how I invest my word. Hear me you special precious wind,  Carrying my song to ears. How about you there reading my sounds clear, Dancing on the rippling vibrating waving emitting spheres. If, in all of me in you. Trusting conception inception.  A watered seed nurtured by thee.  For enjoying spreading Good Love see to sea.  I thank God for blessing me, As present, my view loving through,  Picturing thee.   I know this is the greater portion of me,   Feeling present, breathing breath.    Scenes proceed for thoughts I dream,   From my place in love scene.   Simple ideas, conceived in time,   Markers in space, like beats in rhyme.   Could I invest my word?      Carrying my song to...

  How do you imagine imagination waiting on you, Being cause it brings forth a view,  Steady and firm molded by the air. Hey Art baby blue do you know where.  First Portugal. Second Saturn. Just to be clear.  Oh, and for you to be near, Fifty tall buildings, thirteen private jets,  Good loving spreading around the world, For you, truly wanting to be seeing you. Me, imagining through Art baby blue.  How do you imagine imagination waiting on you,   Being cause it brings forth a view,   Steady, firm, molded by air,   Hey, Art Baby Blue, do you know where? First Portugal, second Saturn—just to be clear,   Oh, and for you to be near,   Fifty tall buildings, thirteen private jets,   Good love spreading around the world, royal sets. For you, truly wanting to be seeing you,   Me, imagining through Art Baby Blue. How do you imagine imagination waiting on you, Being cause it brings forth a view,...