Benjamin Buffett

  Hey art baby blue, I have song for you, For all your words, you rain into air, flowing and bringing the wind so clear. Could I sit next to you, and have a kiss or two? For inspiring and guiding me to be, The luckiest girl in the world and sea. For your play, I sing my song to say, Singing my love for you from above, To bring forth your rise is me loving blue. Hearing my song wording kissing you. Thanking God for bringing forth my art, baby. Hey, Art Baby Blue, I have a song for you,   For all your words, you rain into view.   Flowing, bringing the wind so clear,   Guiding my heart, drawing me near. Could I sit next to you, enjoying a kiss or two?   For inspiring me to be true,   The luckiest girl in the world and sea,   Your love, my light, my melody. Fore play, I sing this tune,   Singing my love from moon to sun.   To bring forth your rise, I love you blue,   Hearing my song, is a kiss from I. Thanking God for bringing heart to life,    Art Baby Blue, my muse, my love, my light. vo

  Every thought I think before mind,   Am I the father and the son,   Or am I both, being one?   Looking out at sea, breathing, me.   What if you had to create your whole life,   Starting now, present face?   First thought I put to God, in script, thanking He for being me.   Second thought I put into Son, scripting love lighting lightning blue.   Third thought I put to the One, heart beating, Earth pulsating sight.    Fourth thought I put into spark, igniting height, conscious right,   Overtaking might.   I paint my world to be a present to He,   Allowing God and His love for thee,   For showering and raising the sea, just for me.   To play and tickle the sky, breathing I,   Dominatingly lovingly being be,   Art Baby Blue, pretty you.   Am I both the giver and receiver of grace,   Father and son, a reflection in space?   Every thought before mind, a seed that grows,   Into the ocean's embrace my soul flows.   I gaze upon the sea, breathing deeply within,   Creating life anew, where

  Thinking from your ideal spot, Recognizing, all the good waves choosing, you. Being better than ok yet one is the same, Calling your plane into air, For flying close, to near. I put forth a thought that is knocked, over the bleachers, Attracting to me higher beings, teachers.  Being grateful for breathing, oh so very clear, Resting in place, as gentle as a tear.  I stretch into a smarter be you, Touching horizons that once felt far, Like whispers in light callings from the star. Imbibing the watering wisdom pouring down, I rise, no longer wearing the weight of the crown. My moment, silence, the truth ignites, Seeing each shadow as part of the play, Guiding the self to awaken and sway. I am the sky where thoughts drift and settle, The calm and the storm, the fire and the metal. Drawing in teachers whose presence aligns, walking this path where my soul shines. voice

  to dream I do for me to find you a means to a way to bring your smile gains as I stretch this moment reaching out beyond fame letting go and releasing the lane for creating new roots and going all in  when the time comes round where she finds two circling you mixed Asian kinds.  To dream I do, for me to find you,   A means to a way, bringing your smile through.   As I stretch this moment, beyond the fame,   Letting go, releasing the lane. Creating new roots, going all in,   When the time comes, where love begins.    Two souls circling, grinding behind,   dancing running beats making Asian mine. --- voice

  Been thinking strategically about life Where, what, how it is sparking for thee, Standing still, blink nil, Wondering what gotten into me.  For dreaming into being, presenting scenes, themes, Playing my part, grabbing awards for the role, To think it all started from a thought in a seed.  For growing into me, up ascending standing like a tree, Touching the light christening the sea.  Oh how pretty art baby be.  True blue you.  Been breathing strategic more life,   Where, what, and how sparks love me.   Sitting wheel, flying well,   Wondering who has gotten into me. For dreaming into being, pleasant beings,   Playing my part, taking awards, income streams.   To think it all started from my thought, and owing this seed,   Growing into me, ascendingly like being me, Kissing the light, christening the one,   Oh, how pretty art baby blue.   Truth be two, shining through,    Visioning life beautifully you. --- The transforming illusion fulfilled dream into reality. voice

  There is me in a moment, Quietly burning, enlightening thought, Speaking internally to better my signs, All is silent preparing the lines, Waiting for me to create the day. Happy is me, to speak, to breathe, to know, Building scenes, for me in reel, to feel. If feeling is the secret, tonight becoming still, Me. Sitting steering the wheel.  Where am I going, speaks the all great knowing.  Keep sowing seed, for your harvest is growing. This is my moment,   Quietly learning, inviting thought.  Speaking internally to better my vines,   All is silent, preparing the times. Waiting for me to create the day,   Happy is me, to speak, to breathe, to play.   Building scenes, in reel, for me to feel,   If feeling is the secret, tonight being still. Me, sitting, steering the wheel,   Where am I going? The great knowing reveals.   Keep sowing seed, for your harvest is growing, Guiding by light, my path ever showing. The stillness before action, the joy in my dialogue, promising future abundance ,

  I see myself succeeding in all of my adventures,  seeing time as I think into, closing my eyes I dream in blue, knowing all of my fruits growing in view. From my plane flying sky, Leo  king soaring roaring high, for bending moments, revisioning, and preparing my due, This my art baby blue. I see myself succeeding in all my adventures,   Seeing time as I think, thoughts venture.   Closing my eyes, I dream in blue,   Knowing all of my fruits are growing in view. From my plane flying through the sky,   Leo king, soaring, roaring high.   For bending moments, revisioning, too,   Preparing my due—this is art baby blue. --- Securing the vision success, growth, and the powerful embodying my creative essence. voice

  Sitting and patient thinking up time, Walking into, the unseen shine. How my picture image, one brick  building  on a line, Standing in the front, me, holding two dimes, For the Mary and the Wind are making love to I, Doing my part with a smile so sly, Looking into sky, sending kisses Yahweh. Enjoining moments, attracting honey, Becoming a better inner be. Sitting and patient, thinking up time,   Walking into the unseen shine.   How my picture forms, one brick at a time,   Standing inside, me, flossing two dimes. For Mary ringing Wind and making love to you,   Being my part with a flow above the sea,     Looking into the I, receiving kisses Yahweh,   Blessings moments, as sweet as today. Attracting honey, in peace I see now,   Becoming a better inner being. Seeing. --- voice

  From the pearls perspective, Of what it took to become me being, This pretty figure blue, who they call art baby you, I come bearing gifts seeding thought, Planted from the roots up seedlings fought, Bringing a brand knew aware, For all those that care.  Yet for me being thee, The oyster of the world, My picture perfecting God's skill mind. From the pearl’s perspective,   Of what it took to become me,   This pretty figure of blue,   Who they call art baby you. I come bearing gifts, seeding thought,    Planted from roots where seedlings fought.   Bringing a brand new aware,   For all those with hearts that care. Yet for me, being thee,   The oyster of the world, you see,   My picture perfecting God's skill and mind,   In this creation, I’m divine, aligned. --- Becoming, transforming perfection in creation through loves skill. 

  For the lady in my mind singing to thine, Please let it be known I have asking for assistance  From all the mother Mary and Gandhi to, beyond Abraham, Moses,  And Jesus Christ. Brother be nice. Blessings I am for the swan in my picture,  Imaging who so pretty is you.  Yet all records accounts, open sesame to a, world eye new, Where I am making love for all to you, Thanking is me, for all your grace upon thee, Rising my smile, like up I am the Sun above sea. Basking at the height in God's loving light. Me, tickling who, you, art, baby, blue. For the lady in my mind, singing to thine,   Please let it be known, I’ve asked for a sign.   From Mother Mary, Gandhi too,   Beyond Abraham, Moses, and Christ who knew. Blessings I am, for the swan in my sight,   Imagining you, so pretty and bright.   Yet all records and accounts, open sesame to,   A world eye new, where love flows to you. Thanking is me, for your grace upon thee,   Rising my smile, like the Sun above the sea.   Basking in he

  The idea of optimizing your skill, being certain only above the height of life ones search to find, believing water purifies water. A searching for light, on the stage in the middle, happy and smiling because you have become the riddle. For I gaze into eyes, looking into my Sun, Standing erect like a statues' mountain, Oh surprise is me underneath the tree, singing my song, touchingly free. The idea of optimizing your skill,   Being certain, reaching beyond life’s hill.   Believing water purifies water’s flow,   A spark in light, from the center’s know. Happy and smiling, you’ve become the riddle,   On the stage, standing tall, dancing in the middle.   You gaze into eyes, looking for the Sun,   Standing erect like a mountain just begun. Oh, surprise is me beneath the tree,   Singing my song, touchingly free.   For in my mind, I rise to see,   Me, joyfully being, internally thee. Art Baby Blue, the one for you.  --- Joy of freedom in my expression.  voice

  For greeting me at the door of my dream, Reading my will a company, and team, Singing a song praising thee, For following through being true, you. I reach for the knob falling into sky, Floating on air floating by bye, Ascendingly falling soaring flying free, Smiling for being art baby bee. For greeting me at the door of my dream,   Reading my will, a company, a team.   Singing a song, praising thee,   For following through, being true, you see. I reach for the light, sparking the sky,   Floating on air, as I drift on high.   Ascendingly falling, soaring so you,   Loving, I am, art, baby, blue. --- My joyful embrace in freedom and the dreamlike journey, where I soar into the sky.  voice

  Look at me I am a rising star,  see who I got on my radar, For being so pretty and true,  to be named art baby blue, Oh how so loving you be to me, inspiring I to sing above sea, Singing as high as I want  to fly, never wondering why. A glove is my love, you, being coolfit. My starbuck pussy, who knew how to cat, For being the model for all spirits attracted to thee, Grateful to you being so special for me.  Look at me, I am a rising star,   See who I’ve got on my radar.   For being so pretty and true,   To be named art baby blue. Oh, how loving you are to me,   Inspiring my song above the sea.   Singing as high as I choose to fly,   Never stopping, never asking why. A glove is my love, perfectly fit,   You, being cool, a perfect hit.   My starbuck pussy, who knew how to be cat,   The model for spirits, attracting all that. Grateful to you, so special for me,   The one who shines in eternity.   For in this moment, I rise and soar,   With you, my muse, forevermore. --- For joy admirin

  I looked into the stands and saw my brothers and dad,   Sitting close by, wonderingly thinking what the fuck, Including me. A jolt from my heart tickled a thought, A brand new idea pictured through you. As high as the sky into Sun over one, gracious to eyes and mind, seeing bluebirds,  consistently three days in a row present. Fortuitous guide holding me you, lets ride. I looked into the stands and saw my brothers and dad,   Sitting close by, wonderingly thinking,  what the fuck,  Being glad.   A jolt from my heart tickled a thought,   A brand new spark, pictured and bought. As high as the sky, over the Sun into one,   Gracious to guides eyes and mind,  seeing bluebirds fly,  above near and around to me, Consistently three days in a row, presently breathing scribing.   Fortuitous guide, holding me, loving you,   Let's glide. --- The spontaneity of inspiration, the grounding presence family, and the serendipitous signs in life. voice

  How could i use my skills, lessons, and all my mind to day, Is there a moment when a fruit knows its ripe sweet ready. And the tree growing reaching making strides from all sides, I shall say for the rhyme two beats, My thought from a seed,  And my greatest challenge to fete. So I let go of how and bring my motions for word. For lucky me be and literally I am, Allowing my scenes to broaden my means, Adding to mind picturing plots for happy time begins. How could I use my skills, lessons, and mind today,   Is there a moment when fruit knows it's ripe, sweet,  and ready to play?   The tree keeps growing, reaching strides on every side,   I shall say for the rhyme, two beats at a time, letting my thoughts groove dancing in vibe. From a seed, my greatest challenge over comes fete,   So I let go of how, bringing motions to my fate.   For lucky me be, and literally I am,   Allowing my scenes to broaden, expanding the plan. Adding to mind, picturing plots where happy time begins,   For

  I open a book and look through, Seeing a picture of pretty you, Curious is me wondering who, has brought me, to mind, as a thought in my verse. Cashing in my win enlarging my purse, Knowing my status and how great my worth. For enjoying today, seeding present, and tomorrows you. Glowing like the light shining, art baby blue. I open a book and think through,   Imaging a picture of pretty you.   Creating is me, wandering thru,   Being this thought in verse, says who. Cashing in my mind, stuffing my purse,   Knowing my status, my worth’s full verse.   For enjoying today, seeding tomorrow’s you,   Glowing the light, shining, art, baby, blue. --- My account acknowledging my worth, and planting seeds for a bright future.  voice