Benjamin Buffett

  Sometimes I wonder, Do I see ladies on clouds looking at me? To only smile knowingly,  Enjoyingly appreciating who they be, Presenting our future presently, to thee.  I wonder sometimes where, There, my eyes sees ladies resting upon clouds, Soft silhouettes gazing up down lustfully me, Their faces lit with smiles that know. They beam and gleam jiggling light like snow, Their laughter tickling my sky, Enjoyingly appreciating who am I.

  For you my fan,  Who gives an ear to hear my word,  Hoping knowing coming to life,  Living through picture image imagining you. Yes the ideal fucking dominating best,  Being cause, being we,  Be. My fan, for you,  Ear tuning my words into spark, You catch thy sight and hold it tight, Hoping, knowing, bringing breath to light. Picture forms, Image turns to motion, motion turns to now, I see you alive in the frame, And the second, becomes the world we share. I speak, the air bows open, You glow in center, Our signal rising like a drum flying wings. We mark the sky with a simple truth, We choose, we move, we shine, we win. Yes, the ideal, fucking, dominating best, Being cause, being we, Be.

  As my infantile Foetus manifests itself from the Liquor Amnii,  In the womb of thy Mother,  Sow the earths germinate from  the  universal ether, astral fluid,  For the womb of the Universe.  My Cosmic children, sea are the alpha inhabitants,  Are first nuclei,  then ovules, then mature, Become Mothers in turn, gradually  being mineral, vegetable, animal, and becoming human forms.  From  centre to circumference, from the imperceptible to the  microscopic  vesicle,  To the uttermost conceivable limits of the Cosmos,  These  glorious alpha dominating atomic thinkers,  Create love merging into Cycle,  contained in containing an unbroken series, The Boundless and  the Infinite, for. End there is None. Yet one. My seed breathing love, lovingly.  As my infantile Foetus manifests itself from the Liquor Amnii, In the womb of thy Mother, Sow the earths germinate from the universal ether,...

  What idea could I receive imaging,  Into believe from conceiving.  I am under know law when traveling,  From point A to B,  In mind I am free to go being me.  What thought can rise from image I receive, Into believe from dream conceiving? A bright seed choosing form, A picture that answers my call, My word lifting love into living scene. I travel under know law, Calm, clear, swift, From point A to B like an arrow with aim, no gate, no snare, only flow. Mind granting passage, I go as I am, Soul willing in rhythm on purpose, I am free to go, being me, Idea to form, form to song, Win upon wind, Presence carrying me forward, Being certain I own the game, By blessing my true name. What idea could I receive imaging, Into believe from conceiving. I am under know law when traveling, From point A to B, In mind I am free to go being me. What thought can rise from image I receive, Into believe from dream conceiving? A bright seed choosing form, ...

  Here, my present natures call, Imaging me Heir in every law. Out-breath rising, ether air, Dominating love, you feel me there. Beyond the show, beyond the sea, My seed awareness crackling free. Alchemical will, shell breaks, its me, I rise, Up from the soil, Son lights sky. Walking, dancing upon fiery flames, Domination my veins, Sparkling in the night, love making reigns. The great, atop, ascending, bringing coming sky, Art Baby Blue, the reason I. Loves great creative current, spirit set loose, Shell cracks open watch me produce. Flame into fire, seed into day, Me being Sun is guiding lighting my way. Breathing, igniting, loving so real, Fusing the primal, spark light I will. From God to my soul, breath brings flight, Heir awakened, born from all might. Walking, dancing, procreating the new, Breaking the shell, revealing the view. King in presence, this being, loving you, The great, ascendant, Art Baby Blue. Here, my present natures call, Imaging me...

  Scientifically thinking recording results,  For my inclusive economy in all matters media.  Eight months present now,  Knowing wonderful magical miracle blessing, mind. Come nine month time.  Scientist of spirit, I note each result, In currency numbers appearing increasing my accounts, Proof is the count in my music media library, My all me economy circling into voice. Eight months present now, Mind showing wonder, magic, miracle, blessing, Figures glowing being constellations, I walk the lab of sky, Clipboards of rhythm in hand, Tests of faith confirming rise upon rise. And then—month nine arriving presence, What a gush, a flowering, Plans crown into living forms, Wins step for word and call my name. From point A to Good Love aviation air, I log the shine, I sign the light, Sowing everything tallying mind.

  I put my imagining self, In all ideal pretty places, Where people are happy and have beautiful faces. For the fruit being seed my future to create. I place my imagining self, In realms where joy makes the air feeling melting, Where laughter ripples over tickling streets, Picture on every face smiling in its own sunlit grace. Hear, the fruit I carry is already breaking seed, Scattering forward into gardens yet seen, Rooting my future in places that sow my beauty, And hum my song singing being lovingly dominance.

  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.

  Please know each word I speak,  Is water from the one,  Who drip drop rain upon Earth,  Me lovingly being happy living ideally brightening Sun. Please know each word I command, Is a drop of water from the One, Who drip dropping rains upon Earth, Creating life into every root and stone. Moving I in rhythm making love, In stream strengthening joy flowering soil into soul, Nourishing the happy, living, ideal me, Who rises each day brightening Son, being One, in thyself.