Benjamin Buffett

  From the willed picture of God, I sit dreaming how far to be,  Presently sitting in Italy,  enjoying a smile where my thoughts breathing, literally. Making my mark, while presenting thy art, Believing in kind giving all heart.  Picturing me inside my why,  Growing good love throughout the sky. Happy to be here mentally successfully inside, This is where I flow water molding my way, Reaching out into the ether stirring I say, If my mind and spirit is planted up there, where will my body appear. From the willed picture in God, I am,   Dreaming how far my spirit has come.    Presently here in Italy’s grace,   Enjoying a smile in good loves place.   Breathing thoughts, creating art,   Believing in kind, giving all heart.   Picturing me inside my why,   Spreading good love across the sky.   Mentally thriving, successfully I am for word thinking,   Creating comes water, crystallizing feeling.   Reaching out into the ether, I say,   Stirring the currents, molding my way.   If my mind is pla

  Having moments to think and play before I say, Feeling the energy flowing my way, Being vigilant and strengthening my walk, Investing each word I speak and talk. Patient I am inside about my faithful appearance, Wherefore I fly upon the currents.  Above high in the sky you see me leading the pack, Grateful knowing God has my back.    Having moments to think and play,   Before the words take flight today.   Energy flows, alive, my way,   Each step vigilant, each word I say.   Investing faith, in speech and stride,   Strengthened within, where patience resides.   High above, on heavens floor,    Leading the pack, forevermore.   Grateful, I rise, the son intact,   Knowing always, God has my back.   Through winds that lift and light that shines,   I journey onward, beyond time.  

  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 ears, near and far,   Balancing on rippling, vibrating spheres.   If all of me resides in you,   Trusting concept

  Here i go floating by, Looking up thanking God. For coming into a view of  loving in you. As I believe my being breathing acting playing I do, From a pretty position and dominate two. For my words be you, literally through,  Inside my peaceful place massaging my pineal gland, pretty you, Art Baby Blue.

  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,  Steady and firm molded by the air. Hey Art baby blue do you know where.  First Portugal. Second Satu

  This frequency I own, the one growing vibrating longer, The one cleansing and pouring water into air, atoms molecules images hear? Forming a picture of girls who love thee, Like the ones who dominate above the sea, Ascendingly up, perfecting me. ME. Yet could I spark my imagination in you, To enjoy my blessing of a rendezvous,  With that joyful being Art baby blue, And so pretty too. This frequency I own, growing, vibrating strong,   Cleansing and pouring water into air, my song.   Atoms, molecules, images appear,   Forming a picture of girls who hold me hear. Like the ones who reign above the sea,   Ascending, perfecting, becoming me—ME.   Lovingly sparking my imagination in you,   To share in the picturing of a rendezvous? With that joyful being, Art Baby Blue,  And oh, so pretty too.

  To appreciate that God wants me here and now Where only he and I knows growing about This thought or that seed Always cleansing, purifying, and molding our ways To bring forth smiles abundance plays Fortuitous showing winning my grand game. From this new breath I release all behind And build beyond for from this day. The ever flowing talk inside mind Grateful for bending and shaping time Happy to be surprised above the love surrounded by  My family, tribe and I. To appreciate that God loves me here and now,    Where only He and I know the growing, somehow.   Each thought a seed, each moment imagining,   Cleansing, purifying, molding is mind. To bring forth smiles in abundant plays,   Fortune showing, winning grand games.   With every breath, I blow to wind,   Building beyond, foundations mast. The ever-flowing talk within my mind,   Grateful for bending, shaping time.   Happy to be, surrounded by love,    Lifted by family, tribe, and loving the light from above.

  Out in my world there is Joyce,    a thought a view and my pretty voice, Where art thou me longing your view? Its pretty baby blue singing I love you. Yet what could I do if attracted a picturing scene, From my mind to skin is the schema. Happy thinking for still being thine, Just tickling mine, as you come upon line.  For every thought good, you, me. May God bring forth this root to seed to be. Shouting my world, there is Joyce,   A thought, a view, singing my voice.   Where art thou, me looking for you?   It’s pretty baby blue singing, I love you. Yet what could I do if I attracted a scene,   From mind to skin, my visioning theme.   Happy in thought, still being fine,   Just a tickling feeling, you crossing the line. For every good thought, Art Baby Blue,   My love come true, me and you.

  I ask for something special to day, Therefore I shall close my eyes and pray. Dear Father, thank you for your way, As you know I have been visioning buildings and bridges That reach into the sky, getting me closer to you. Content I am for the mere thought and view.  Yet pushing forward I, looking from the moon, At peace in knowing of what is coming and harvesting bloom. Believing what I think shall become, Steadfast on dreaming loving on all things mind. Grateful to know you are so precious and kind Loving me, you. oh how that rings loud and true. Calling forth you, me art baby blue. I ask for something special today,   Therefore I shall close my eyes and pray.   Dear Father, thank you for your way,   For I have visioned my family tribe flying high,    Reaching the sky, bringing me close by. Content I am for the thought and view,   Yet pushing forward, shooting from the moon.   Inverse, knowing the bloom is near,   Harvesting my dreams, bright and hear. Believing what I think shall b

  What idea are you two ask to hold up for the sky to see, Being certain that God knows you exist in thee,  I breathe flowing growing showing how high you rise me, As the waters trickles down from the heaven above, I ascend unto you like my stream in love. Putting a face on a cloud, to sing my song to you. My name, Art Baby Blue singing Gods great Son.  Yet what does that mean for see,  Inside a seed the truth be told Grow up and be fucking bold.  What idea am I asked to hold,   For the sky to see, both fierce and bold?   Certain that God knows me in thee,     Breathing, flowing, growing—setting fire free. As waters trickle down from above,   I rise to you, my stream of love.   Putting a face on a cloud, I sing,   My name, Art Baby Blue, with a song to bring. God’s great Son, a name I am,   Yet what does that mean in this love we share?   Inside a seed, the truth is,   Grow, rise, and to be fucking bold. As the story tales.  Art Baby Blue Loving You Me. Prettily B.  --- To embody purpo

  How can i present my world today, To bring forth my will and put it on play, Happy as a fish on a hook dangling over water, For on this line, one must imagine holding the pole, And reeling the sight. Being in peace, enjoying living yet easy about life, A good place and position to harness the light. Hear me present my world today,   To bring forth my will and see it in play. Happy as a fish on a line, playing,   Dangling over waters, my heart surveying. For on this line, I imagine the pole,   Reeling in visions, a sight to behold.   Being at peace, living with ease,   Flowing through life like a soft, gentle breeze. A good place, a position just right,   To harness joy, by sparking the light.

  To find my treasure in the light, Shining on precious metals, stones, and glass, Do you know what a unique thought to thee, Until now have I yet to bring the world to me, So yet one conceive, breathe, believe it to be,  Thank you Father for all your treasure just for I, Blessing me for being your son loving the generous sky,  All things good unto thee for me, Willing my fairies to dance for eyes to see. To find my treasure in the light,   Shining on metals, stones so bright.   A thought so unique, a gift to see,   Until now, I bring the world to me. So I conceive, breathe, believe it true,   Thank you, Father, for treasures anew.   Blessing me, your son, over generous skies,   All things good, for me to realize. Willing my fairies to dance, be free,   In glimmers and sparkles for eyes to see. To find my treasure in the light,   Shining on precious metals, stones so bright.   A unique thought I hold to thee,   Until now, bringing the world to me. So let one conceive, breathe, believe,

  Sitting with my back against the drawing table, Sketching plans for building out my way,  Feeling refreshed after passing yet another test, Doing my best after fulfilling all requests. Happy to have earned more time to think and be, Grateful for my girl standing next to thee, Revealing all her dreams to the wind and the sea Blessed knowing all things proceed from a thought Growing sowing my greatest winning plot.  Crossing my t's and dotting my i's, Being certain to attract my will from the sun, Tickled to hear, its time to have fun.  Sitting with my back against the drawing table,   Sketching plans to build, strong and stable.   Feeling refreshed, another test passed,   Doing my best, fulfilling each task. Happy to have earned more time to dream,    Grateful for my girl, part of the team.   Revealing her wishes to wind and me,   Blessed to know it all starts in thought’s seed. Growing, sowing my greatest plot,   Crossing each t, each i, neatly dotted.   Certain my will attra

  I control my space in mind time beyond measurement, Holding Gods hand for easement signs, Seeing myself in the water and the land, That one called Blue, Art Baby you. How I approach the plan bursting seed freeing me, Revisioning the past, Pre-visioned present. What if that is true, how would you feel pretty view? For the mirror upon words revealing my picture, Industrial man entrepreneurial spirit, enjoying shop producing ripe. Checks, love, and currency from all above. I control my space in mind time, beyond measure,   Holding God’s hand, signs in easement, my treasure.   Seeing myself in water and land anew,   That one called Blue, Art Baby, you. How I approach the plan, seed bursting free,   Revisioning the past, pre-visioned present I see.   If that is true, how could you feel, pretty view?   For the mirror upon words reveals my picture, two. Industrial man, entrepreneurial might,   Enjoying my shop, producing ripening light.   Checks, love, and currency from above,   Flowing lik