Benjamin Buffett

  Who could have thought I would be in such a spot,   The front runner upon the light-bearing Sun.   Smiling for me yet looking into you,   Curiously wondering amidst the raining dew. For being alive and seeing 555,   Enjoying the synonymity of synchronicity.   In the harmony of moments aligned,   I find the magic, the sign in the divine. Surfing the flow, trusting the ride,   Guided by the universe, standing by my side.   In this cosmic dance, I feel alive,   For every breath, I breathe, I thrive.

  Here I am dangling from the sky,   Wondering who is controlling I.   Wanting to be free to run by the sea,   I close my eyes and pretend where I want to be. Here in thy mind, I sculpt and climb,   Entertaining myself beyond all else.   For controlling my thoughts and the spoken word,   Rise up, atoms, for creation to show. Dominant me abundantly and as tall as trees grow,   The height of the mind and all conscious to know.   In this boundless space where dreams ascend,   I shape my world, embracing the trend.

  Have you ever paid attention to the images surrounding you,   And found the world pointing and staring into you?   Wondering who and what you are,   Knowing that you are God's greatest star. Shocking to the ones holding judgment guns,   Realizing the gift placed on the sun.   Smiling before you bear my grin,   Resurrecting the devil just to kill him again. In the gaze of the world, I stand tall,   Challenging the truth, answering the call.   For in this life, I find my way,   Shining bright, come what may.   A journey of exploration, seeking what's new,   Bringing the saviors reflection, mirroring you.   Knowing my worth, I face the crowd,   God's greatest star, standing proud.

  For the moment, I present my grace,   Showing up before you dance in space.   Catching my sounds, vibrating rounds,   Performing twirls and lifting up girls. Where did you hear your first bomb beat,   Blasting in ears, drumming entertaining treat?   Spinning in circles, feeling so free,   Living the music, breathing be me.   Each beat a heartbeat, a pulse so strong,   Guiding me through the night furlong. With every move, I birth my soul,   Dancing in music, paying my toll.   rebuilding my team while living my passionate dream

  For being in the right skin, shedding the past,   Choosing to realize anew, art baby blue at last.   I've crossed the point of no return,   Where all the ships and bridges are burned. Looking to the sky, into the eye of God,   Listening to His words, agreeing with a nod.   The pilgrimage path presented on glass,   At the end, one whole cycle willingly shall pass. Guided by bright, sparking light, I move forward,   Rejoicing in fulfillment, I take each step toward.  

  Have you ever been to a place   Where it seemed you were drowning in space?   Protected like the sun,   Yet still not certain what has been done. Feeling the pressure of the surrounding,   Staying calm yet in a heightened position.   Surveying the land and its present condition,   Being created in a plan learning to breathe faith. In the midst of uncertainty, finding peace,   Trusting the process, letting worries cease.   With every breath, inhaling grace,   Faith becoming the air consuming space.

  A pure sight as I look into the mirror,   Enjoying the view, I look up and see you.   With a grin and a smile, I turn into,   A tree standing tall,   Growing below and above all. Birthed for a kind unique DNA strand,   Pieced together from the mythos soiled into sand.   Anointed as the chosen, resurrected as the air,   Recall to mind Sophie's World, a book for the time. A connecting deep both seen and unseen,   Rooting truth in this moment serene.   A narrative of growth, wisdom, and lore,   Reaching skyward, eternally forevermore.

  For bringing out the G in I,   Catching heights that scorch the sky.   Knowing it's the yellow that's a friend to fellow,   For catching the right light,   Specific to blessings prayed to night. As one thought flows to view,   Bringing more love I do,   To tickle the heart in you. Each moment shines with golden grace,   Connecting souls in this shared space.   In the warmth of friendship's glow,   Love and light begin to grow. With every smile and joyful cheer,   The essence of our bond is clear.   Together, soaring, torching the sky,   Bringing brilliance our shared high.

  For an artful approach to expressing life,   I look into the mirror guiding me right.   For being a master of all you craft,   Letting go of everything, especially your past. Building forever in the present, now is time,   The most important moment that births your shine.   Sew upon thy chest I inscribe a note,   One to boast a cheer, to gloat. Here is to the one who rises above the Sun,   To see,   Is there more than that for me?

  I closed my eyes to dream and meditate,   Practicing each scene and not hesitate.   Free-flowing currency attracting to me,   Manifesting piles surrounding thee. Now which is more valuable: the thought of the money,   Or the bees accumulating and storing the honey?   A perspective is for you as I run past go,   Challenging the skills of everyone in the know. For a week of celebration, I raise my hands,   Forever grateful for fulfilling God's plan.   Fueling my spirit , visioning alive,   In the stillness,  helping me thrive. Each thought, a seed, growing in fertile ground,   In the silence, abundance is found.   With faith and trust, I pave my way,   Turning dreams into reality and each day a happy birth play.

  above the mountains in the clouds is where I sit smiling proud happy to be the love of the sea and how so wonderful just being me being present in all moments named now enjoying my sense of love knowing how each prophetic theory seeping through especially the one about me holding true I soar into sky becoming atoms eye fulfilling scripture and scribing by  the mind in God my spirit arrives being certain his image is I

  Born from the light of the star seed,   Brought to the earth to be the remedy.   Everlasting line to the king who shines,   Rising up as the one radiating the true vine. On the birth certificate will be known from being from Brooklyn,   As the graffiti be nice on this canvas of life.   Where claiming my city is proving me witty,   Each scratch a mark of growing up, gritty. In the heart of this urban sprawl,   I find my soul, standing tall.   With roots deep in the city's core,   My spirit soars, forevermore. For in the blend of concrete and dreams,   I pump my tale in vibrant streams.   Brooklyn's pulse, my rhyming beat,   on every corner, on every street. Radiating light, beaming sunshine,   From the star seed, I draw the line.   Above the hope, a loving sign,   In this life, my truth aligns.

  Allow me to paint a picture for you,   One that sits and considers your view.   Let me create the setting for the start of the play,   A scene with a theme for you to say. Father in heaven as you are being mind,   Reveal into words that bear great fruit.   Whether I sow and till the soil or sand,   For here I am praying unto land. Bring forth your beauty for where I stand,   In the light of your grace, my heart expands.   With each brushstroke, vision becoming more clear,   Guided by faith, I have nothing to fear. The scene unfolds, a divine play,   In every word and every day.   As I create, I feel your hand,   Leading me through this promised land. For in this picture, I find my place,   A canvas of love, painted on every face.   With each line and each hue,   I see the world, refreshed and new. So let the play begin, the story told,   A masterpiece of life, vivid and bold.   In your guidance, my art finds light,   Radiating hope, shining bright.

  Sitting at the table amongst my peers,   Talking about the harvest and its bloom this year.   Dressed to the nines yet appearing from the moon,   Laughing at the perspective for being in tune. A favorable wind flows within, blowing to shout,   Watching my beanstalk grow and sprout.   Will you climb this vine to the heavens I speak,   Calling me to hear is the clouds accumulating physique. In the midst of merriment and shared delight,   We celebrate the fruits of our labor's fight.   With each success, a new story to tell,   Binding us together in the harvest's spell. In the heart of camaraderie and grace,   We find joy in this bountiful place.   For every vine that reaches the sky,   There's a dream and a hope flying high.

  Simple is the mind with only one thing on time,   Generating thoughts, bridging gaps for space,   Collecting scenes to birth some beautiful place.   Yet inside, thine drawing and attracting kind,   A well-perceived vision brought to fruition mine. It is a form of well-placed lines creating unique signs,   Fulfilling an act like smiling, say cheese,   For enjoying all, please.   In simplicity, complexity finds its way,   In the harmony of thoughts that sway. With a focused heart and a clear goal,   Creativity blooms, making the mind whole.   Each vision, a masterpiece in guise,   Revealing wonders to the beholder's eyes.

  How could you feel if you let it all hang out, No worries, concerns, nor thoughts to shout. Just being free to yourself and comfortable in skin, Enjoying how God made you, my friend. Sitting on the dock, revealing your rocks, Singing your song from the B-Boys calling "Brass Monkey." Bridging the way with the word of the day, funky. Welcoming the moment, feelingly light, Living life boldly, shining so bright. In your own space, no need to conform, Just being yourself, your own norm. With the wind in your hair and the sun on your face, Finding your balls in this tranquil place. For in this freedom, true happiness found, A life unbound, with love all around.

  No matter what life has come, I brought forth love to all, increasing sum. I was pushed, kicked, even punched in the eye, Yet strengthening my faith was God increasing I. Looking forward, accepting my truth, Speaking my mind into a rhyme for the time. Listening for the wind's melodic chime, Granting and blessing me upon Earth's shine. Yet now I am ready for whatever is next, Complex, perplex, no matter the sex. Embracing life's trials with open arms, Finding strength in love and spiritual charms. For in each challenge, growth is found, In faith and love, my spirit unbound. Facing the future with courage and grace, In the divine light, God made my place. Embedded YouTube Shorts Watch this YouTube Shorts video:

  Art is a wonderful cover, For bringing forth joy to others. Yet to imagine the scene, And craft it to glean, While forging a path towards a mean. Is it practice or talent as I wonder in awe, For recalling Prometheus fire to all. And adding a few embers to spark light, How I could sit and enjoy all night. With brush in hand, vision in sight, Creating beauty, pure bright. Each stroke a story, each color a song, In the world of art, I belong. For in the process, joy is found, Inspiration blooms all around. Whether talent innate or skills honed, Art’s magic in every piece is shown. Through practice, patience, and creative fire, I forge a path, climbing higher. Sitting in the glow of artistic creation, Finding solace, peace, and elation.

  I have been looking to the east, west, south, north views, Knowing I got the feeling of the me-too blues. Wanting to see the arc while listening to a harp, Hearing strings that strengthen my wings, As I pull them and spread them apart. I have been traveling around the globe and back, Looking to spread and seed good love while rolling in the sack. Yet as I wondered and came into you, Finding connection in what is true. Through the adventures and the distant lands, Seeking harmony with open hands. In every place, a piece of home, In every face, I find my own. The melody of life, a song to play, Guiding my steps in a loving way. For in the search, the path I see, Leads me back to you and me. With every string that softly sings, I find the strength within my wings. To rise above and spread my heart, Knowing we are never apart. As I explore both near and far, Following the light of a guiding star, In love and peace, my soul takes flight, Seeking harmony in the endless night.

  Every broken clock is right twice a day, I guess that's the best to start this play. Starting from the bottom, how far up is the top? Appreciating life is a precious game, Yet wondering why I am still here all the same. Looking to the heavens for guidance and strength, Stealing God's fire for holding my at length. Being his son, holding my will, Lifting my hands to be fulfilled. In the trials and tribulations, I find my way, Seeking purpose in every passing day. With faith as my anchor and hope as my guide, I navigate life's tides, far and wide. For in each moment, a lesson learned, In every challenge, strength is earned. Living my life with heart and soul, Striving towards my ultimate goal. The path may be winding, the climb may be steep, Yet with each step forward, I sow what I reap. Grateful for the ride, the highs and the lows, In this quest for fulfillment, my spirit grows.

  Putting it all out there for everyone to see, Risking my safety yet feeling so free. Presenting my art, calling it to perform, Taking all chances as I dazzle and charm. Planting my seeds as I dangle furlong, For who soweth in the day shall be blessed fortnight. As long as one comes in loving to address my plight, Naked in the garden I rise, new Adam, Bringing knew thought yet any has fathom. In the openness, I find my strength, A creative embankment that knows no length. With vulnerability as my shield, I cultivate my dreams in this fertile field. The garden of ideas, a sacrificial space, Where courage and creativity interlace. With each new Sun, a fresh start, Nurturing the art that springs from my heart.

  What kind of art catches your eye? Is it shapes, figures, or lines? For me, it's the beauty of all three, Combined to make a wonder to see. Bringing abstract thoughts into shapeful plots, Begging the question of their inspirational fire. Yet I digress to promote progress, As one involved in becoming an evolutionary being. The fusion of forms and abstract creation, Speaks to the heart of imagination. Each line, each curve, a narrative spun, A dance of elements, in unison. For in the blend of these artistic threads, Lies the essence of what beauty spreads. An invitation to ponder, to feel, to dream, A canvas where reality and fantasy gleam. As we evolve and our visions expand, Art remains a beacon, a guiding hand. In shapes, figures, and lines, we find, The reflection of an ever-evolving mind.

  My imagination being a pattern, Unveiling each intricate figure identical. Do you see my portrait in thee, Forever my internal and gracious to be. Fulfilling God's seed planted to grow, To bring forth fruit, food, wisdom you know. In each design, a purpose clear, Creating life, drawing near. With every thought, a shape unfolds, In vibrant hues and brilliant golds. Within the fabric of my mind, A masterpiece beautifully divine. Nurturing the seeds with tender care, In the garden of my soul, they bear. Fruits of wisdom, food for thought, From the breath of love, they're brought.

  To live your best life, One that is fruitful and ripe, How much should you enjoy going right, For left being an option, yet a similar height. To give all you got and a little more, Being certain you exhausted all inside's store. For if you do, you shall be honored, As one of the greatest and more. Create each path with heart and might, Knowing every choice will lead to light. In g iving fully, life’s treasures are found,  For every effort, greatness is crowned.