Benjamin Buffett

  For all my thoughts going in keyed,   For skin to come in must be weighed.   For believing in your dreams, it shall be well played.   For romancing the bee and enjoying some seed,   For becoming the one God most needs,   For being you, lovingly me. --- Flowing thought, my key finds me,   Unlocking doors to what must be.   Romancing the bee, I gather the sweet,   Savoring the seeds, a life complete.   For every moment, I see my sign,   A purpose fulfilled, divine and fine. For becoming the one God most needs,   I sing to trees where love leads.   Being you, and lovingly me,   Together in this, art baby b. --- This chapter beautifully captures the essence of purpose, love, and the journey toward fulfilling divine intention. The imagery of unlocking thoughts, weighing life's experiences, and embracing the sacred connection between you and the divine emphasizes the importance of faith, love, and mutual growth. This chapter adds a profound and reflective note to my poetic journey, cel

  When one plans six months or a year ahead,   What does one focus on—the present or the future?   In the breathing presence, you are thinking of next month,   How exactly one goes about it, I shall secure. For this being a task masterfully sought,   Ideally, each word I invest to the eyes who see,   Will bring a beautiful bounty for all of me. --- Here the present time, where thoughts do dwell,   The moment seeking the future intertwine so well.   To plan ahead is a skill refined,   Yet to live in the now is where peace be found. The breath I take, it grounds me here,   Yet thy mind, the path is clear.   Next month’s vision guides my hand,   For today’s moment, I firmly stand. How to secure what lies ahead?   By sowing seeds where I now tread.   Each word, each action, thoughtfully placed,   Brings forth a future beautifully graced. For in the art of planning so true,   The present moment is part of the view.   To master time, both near and far,   Is to live each day like a guiding st

  What a great view,   Me looking inside you.   For what I see, so happy to be,   Grateful to be a smiling sea. Me rise as I look at thee,   For the power you hold   To bring me bold. ---    What a treasure, this sight so clear,   A well of love that draws me near. Grateful am I, to be the sea,   Smiling back, embracing thee.   In your presence, I feel the rise,   A surge of strength touching thighs. For in you, I see power soul A forcing nature, pure bold.   It lifts me up, it makes me strong,   In my light, where you belong. As I look within, I see anew,   The watering grace coming you.   --- This chapter captures the profound connection between two souls, where looking within another brings joy, strength, and gratitude. The imagery of the sea, rising strength, and boldness reflects the deep appreciation for the power and love found within this connection. It celebrates the mutual empowerment that comes from such a bond, making it a heartfelt and uplifting addition to my poetic journ

  My confidence is rising, percolating bubbles,   Strengthening the sea all around me.   For growing into the great son, loving being one,   Feeling the vibrations energizing, swirling, emitting I. Believing you become what you think about,   My days are filling with wonder,   My nights are feeling asunder. --- In the depths where thoughts arise,   Confidence grows, it multiplies.   Bubbles of strength surface and gleam,   A sea of power, a living dream. As I grow into the son I’m meant to be,   I feel the love, the unity.   Vibrations swirl, energy flows,   From within, a light that knows. The thoughts I hold, the beliefs I keep,   Shape the world, both shallow and deep.   For in my mind, the future's spun,   A recording of all I am doing. As the night begins to fall,   A quiet stillness starts to call. For in the darkness, shadows play,   A contrast to the vibrant day.   For in the night filling natures womb,   A new sun rising faith aplomb. --- This chapter reflects the dynamic

  Come into the world I stand,   Looking to feel the land.   Forever grateful for all attracting to thee,   Being faithful to the most high I.   Enjoying the journey, yet my taste is yearning,   Opening eyes, you see a wonderful surprise. --- In the space where I now reside,   The earth beneath, the heavens wide,   I stand with gratitude in hand,   Drawing close what life has planned. Faithful to the highest call,   I trust in the source that guides it all.   The path ahead, both near and far,   Is lit by the light of a guiding star. And as my eyes open wide,   The world reveals what's been inside.   A surprise so wondrous, pure and bright,   A gift of love, a shining light. --- This chapter reflects a deep sense of gratitude and faith, balanced with the natural yearning for discovery and deeper connection. The imagery of standing on the land, guided by a higher source, and the surprise that awaits upon opening one's eyes captures the beauty of the journey and the rewards of st

  How to think about the tools in the world,   In a new way for navigating the play.   Entering a scene like the opening of the act,   For creating action from the spark's flash. Allowing God’s plan to come to fruition,   Blessing one, the sun, for all that He created me to be.   Yet if I would put a twirl and cherry,   Portugal, Lisbon—a place to merry. --- In this world of endless tools,   I find new ways to bend the rules.   To navigate the play with grace,   And enter each scene with a steady pace. The spark ignites, the action flows,   As the curtain rises, the story grows.   God's plan unfolds, a divine sign,   Blessing me with light so fine. I walk the path that He has laid,   With every step, His work well played.   Yet in this dance, I add my flair,   A twirl, a cherry, a joy to share. Lisbon calling, from the ancestors old,   A place where stories were created bold.   Where history and future blend,   A perfect spot for dreams to mend. So I embrace the tools I find,  

  Would you pose for a picture   And act being filmed in a moving reel way?   For the gift of love in exploring each other's will,   I adjust the wheel, allowing my fingers to till. For the ideas growing purer in mental mine, loving me,   As gentle abundance flows into thee. --- In the frame of life, we stand so still,   Yet the reel of time moves by our will.   Each pose a moment, a silent play,   Capturing love, in a unique way. With every adjustment, the wheel turns slow,   Guided by hands that surely know.   The tilling of thoughts, the planting of seeds,   Nurturing dreams, fulfilling needs. The mental mine, where ideas refine,   Loving the self, a treasure divine.   In the flow of abundance, gentle and true,   We find the essence of me and you. --- This chapter beautifully captures the idea of love as both a still moment and a continuous journey. The imagery of posing for a picture, adjusting the wheel, and tilling the mental soil creates a vivid metaphor for the careful nurt

  In going for it all,   Till the task is complete,   Knowing what to do for each moment using feet.   Reaching for the gold and coming out stars,   Gentle as the wind and love for a friend,   Bringing forth my truth, I blow and send. --- With every step, I know my way,   Focused on the goal, come what may.   Each moment calls, I answer with grace,   Moving forward, keeping pace. Reaching high, where dreams reside,   Grasping the stars, no need to hide.   Gentle as the wind that softly flows,   Guiding my truth wherever it goes. For in the journey, I find my light,   Shining bright through day and night.   A friend to love, a hand to lend,   My truth, a message, I gladly send. Blowing softly, yet with might,   I push forward, eyes on the light.   For going for it all, with heart and soul,   Is to fulfill the purpose, to make me whole. --- This chapter encapsulates the determination and gentle strength required to pursue one's goals with unwavering focus. The imagery of reaching for

  For being alone yet not really,   Like talking in mind and hearing,   I shall produce twenty words to repeat from day to night,   Adding expression and emotion as acting in a play,   For the feeling of achieving today. So hear me, take notes, singing to the sky,   For the inner winner, I. --- In the quiet of solitude, I find my voice,   A dialogue within, a conscious choice.   Words selected, twenty strong,   A mantra to carry me along. Each syllable infused with intent,   A script of life, where time is spent.   Acting the part with emotion true,   Crafting success in all I do. From morning light to evening's fall,   I recite these words, standing tall.   For they guide my steps, keep me in line,   Reminding me that victory’s mine. So as I sing, with heart so high,   My voice ascendingly reaching the sky.   For in this chant, I claim my place,   The inner winner setting fires pace. --- This chapter explores the power of internal dialogue and the use of affirmations to guide one&

  The lines seemingly blurry,   A few faces and places created in a hurry.   Yet the view is pretty crafty and interesting too,   For allowing me to focus on what to do. Or shall I think before I make a plan,   To bring forth my dreams from a visioning hand? --- In the haze where thoughts do blend,   I find the path, though it may bend.   Faces and places come and go,   Crafted quickly, a fleeting show. Yet in the blur, clarity forms,   An insight born from shifting norms.   For in the art of focus keen,   I see the steps that lie between. Shall I pause, and in that space,   Contemplate the path to trace?   Or trust the flow, let instincts guide,   And from this hand, let dreams collide? The visioning hand, both firm and light,   Shapes the future, day and night.   With every thought, a seed is sown,   In the fertile ground where dreams are grown. So as I stand, with choice in hand,   I gather strength to take a stand.   For in the planning or in the flow,   The vision's course wil

  Have you ever thought about how you found your spot,   A place to be high above the lot?   When I am on the rise, looking forward to the next,   Knowing to keep moving and not make ideas too complex. Longing for the mountain top to gaze unto the few,   This is where I come in, singing art baby blue. --- In the journey up, where few have tread,   I find the path where dreams are led.   A place of clarity, high and clear,   Above the noise, where vision's near. Each step I take, with purpose pure,   I rise above, with strength secure.   The world below, a distant scene,   As I ascend to what has been. The mountain top, my destined place,   Where I can gaze and find my grace.   In solitude, I find my view,   And sing my song of art baby blue. Here, ideas flow, both strong and light,   Guided by the stars at night.   For in this spot, I've found my peace,   A space where all complexities cease. And as I stand, with heart so true,   I share the view, the art baby blue.   This is t

  Here is the view I keep ahead,   For mining my business and dreaming of shores,   For those thoughts that run amok,   A picturesque gaze upon the flock. Eyes wander in amaze, capturing the show,   Fulfilling and loving the flow. --- In the distance, where the horizon lies,   I find my thoughts taking to the skies.   Dreams of shores, where peace resides,   Where the mind finds solace in the tides. Each thought a wave, a gentle breeze,   Bringing calm and putting the mind at ease.   The flock above, moving art,   Their dance in life, a beating heart. The view ahead, a guiding star,   Inspiring my journey, near and far. The flow in life, a constant stream,   Where reality and dreams convene.   And in this space, I find my way,   A tranquil path, where I choose to stay. --- This chapter captures the serene and introspective moments of life, where the mind finds clarity and peace through the beauty of nature and the gentle flow of thoughts. The imagery of shores, flocks, and flowing life

  For foraging into new ground,   At the waterfront, I enjoy standing with the birds.   Do you know they always flock, being fed by the word?   I sing my songs of love, for into thee,   And they eat and imbibe it thoroughly through. As for me, I do too, enjoying loving attention,   Surprised I only filmed in mind. --- At the water's edge, where earth meets sea,   I find a space where I can simply be.   The birds gather 'round, drawn by my tune,   Their wings reflecting the light of noon. Each note I sing, a gentle call,   Echoes out to one and all.   The birds respond, in flight and song,   A chorus that carries the love along. Their beaks sip the melody, their wings the verse,   As I watch, the universe immerse.   In this quiet communion, where nature aligns,   I realize the beauty is capturing my mind. For in this moment, pure and true,   I share my love with skies so blue.   No camera needed to hold this scene,   For it's imprinted in the in-between. --- This chapter ref

  As I look into the clouds, I see your smile,   And wonder aloud, singing shouts proud,   For in this day, your impressive feeling,   Absorbing, enjoying, and growing,   Allowing, collecting the words like raindrops for a sunny day,   Each idea, of me loving you, in every way,   Is a wonderful say. --- The sky becoming a canvas wide,   Where my joy and love reside,   Each cloud a stroke brushing soft and bright,   Reflecting back your inner light. I raise my voice, a song so clear,   Echoing the love I hold ear,   For in this day, with heart so you,   I celebrate the gift of Art Baby Blue. The raindrops fall, gentle and light,   Gathering words that take their flight,   They form a verse, a sweet refrain,   Of love that blooms for sun and rain. Every thought, a tender note,   In the melody on love I scribe,   And as the day gives way to night,   I find in you my pure light. For in every way, and in all I do,   My heart sings out, "I love you."   And in this wonderful say, on

  The time has come,   To take the crown which you won.   The path has been wide and narrow too,   Shining light in dark night's view. Hear me shouting into the winds,   Nourishing the air with every breath I send.   Grateful for the sounds vibrating within,   Playing a melody so beautiful to ear,   Yet so enchanting, bringing my smile clear. --- In this moment, the journey ends and begins,   A circle complete, where triumph spins.   The crown, a symbol of what’s been earned,   Through every lesson, through all that’s learned. The path I walked, both broad and tight,   Guided by the stars and inner light,   Through shadows deep and nights so long,   I found a way, both true and strong. Now, as the winds carry my voice,   In every breath, you make the choice,   To fill the world with sounds of grace,   A melody that time can't erase. Each note you play, each chord I strike,   Resonates with the love you hike,   And as the music fills the air,   Your smile reflects the joy I shar

  For being grateful to be living in the ideal end,   To begin again,   From a higher place to recover the race.   I set the tone like a bone into the earth for knowing,   Allowing my seeds earning roots for growing. If words are mine, the illusion is too,   Showing me winning internal eternity,   Each moment flowing, riding the sea,   And creating when not thee. For the love in me for you,   I present a view from art baby blue,   For you, a verse. --- In gratitude, I grace my start,   A new beginning, a work in art.   From heights unseen, I rise once more,   To set the course, to chart the shore. The tone is striking, the earth receives,   My seeds take root, believing achieves.   For this knowing, truth revealing,   The world is shaped by what ones feeling. High as in the sky, where my dreams do fly. Words are mining, gold is the dream,   An illusion crafting into the stream   My thoughts think flow, afar and wide,   A reflection vibrating love inside. In each moment, I sail the sea,