Benjamin Buffett

  Here is the gist of the picture. I am all in imagination.  To new heights and knew levels.  My perspective presence in mind. Beyond the profound thoughts, I want concrete results.  Painted expression perfect for my impression. To the creator of heart in sky and I,  Nice beat pulsating rhythmic current, Lifting up style bringing forth smiles.  Like this reflecting idea in theme.  And upon scene perfecting my dream. Here is the gist of the picture, I am all in imagination, To new heights and knew levels, My perspective presence in mind. Beyond profound thoughts, I want concrete results, Painted expression perfect for my impression. To the creator of heart in sky and I, Nice beat pulsating rhythmic current, Lifting up style, bringing forth smiles. Like this reflecting idea in theme, And upon scene, perfecting my dream.

  For you I do say. I invite you into my world in imagination, Imagining your picture to present view.  Success is every beat my heart I am. To you the great architect.  I hold your plans in hand.  My eyes looking at your dream fulfilled. For you spirit, yes God loves you. For you to bring me these words this day. Oh blessings you being grateful I am on the way.  Yes I must and do say.  For you, I do willingly smile come play, As you look from imaginations stage, Could your picture present my view. Successfully every beat my heart I am, To you, the great architect, Prepare your hands for new plans. My son your dream fulfilling, For you, spirit—yes, you be Gods one. For you to bring me these words this day, Oh, blessings you being,  Grateful I am way. Yes, I must and do say.  

  In the searching is found yet where. A moment of completeness, wholeness, a fulfillment. A dove flying by, two birds perched before in a tree. Presuming looking at me. Oh creating mind birthing I do. What else could you bring forth to my view. You literally know who to vision into. Picture two beautiful girls making love to me you. For in the thought I breathe, Hear me planting watering the seed. From the searching, found—is where? A moment of completeness, tickling air. A dove flying by, two perched in a tree, Presuming, gazing, watching loving me. Oh, creating mind, birthing anew, What else could you bring forth in view? You, who knows what vision eyes see, Picture two beautiful girls enjoying making love unto me. For in the thought, I breathe, Planting, watering, willing the seed. A whisper to air, to touch me there, Manifesting love rhythmically, come, comingly here. 

  To think how much I tickle myself is a wonderful idea. Being in a state of one realizing communication.  I paint before the mind to see,  A beautiful girl kissing me.  For the joy in the thought letting getting caught, The time to skin is the science craftly sought. Challenging the matter by using what I am taught.  To visualize the impression is a feeling expression.  Appreciating the warmth in the simulation.  To think how much I tickle the air, A thought that fingers tonight in ear. In one with self, in one with thee, My vision breathes sowing effortlessly. A beautiful girl, lips coming there, Kissing me soft, erectly here. The science in time, the craft tilling skin, A story being told forming attracting begin. Challenging matter, bending the real, Using what I am taught in feel. The warmth to thought, your touching spark, My loving impression kisses you in the dark.

  Eyes imagine two beautiful girls, Bring them into view, perfect unto me. Ideally nurturing perfecting thee.  To allow my soul its spiritual play. For visions I bring forth the lite, to day, this way. Eyes been imagining traveling every continent known to mind. Being great loving  spirit architecting  form, I am. Blessing the land before where forth my eyes see. I imagine, mating two, Beautifully formed, reflection you. A visional cast, a light so bright, Perfecting love, embracing sight. Ideally flying enjoying sow, Blessing land where dreams will grow. From continent to sky how vast, My spiritual wondering, dominating seizing day. Architect of in fate, I mold, My story living, brightly, bold. Eyes perceive the grand Sun, Calling forth my love to one.

  How will you know if I was here.  You pretend as if I care.  Knowingly I do yet the whispers are silencing my view. 

  I suppose the signs show you getting your flowers.  I use to write to be free yet now its more to steer the sea.  Each thought a marker for where I am thinking.  A gift from the past to present. Now to regift the favor.  Yes I am enjoying my wings.  I suppose the signs are blooming bright, Petals rising, raising light. Each verse once written to set me free, Now steers the rhythm of my sea. A thought, a beacon, a path being told, A gift from past, regifted gold. The ink once poured to break the chains, Now shapes the clouds, commands the rains. Yes, I am enjoying these wings of mine, Stretching far beyond to Gods given line.  To soar, to reveal, A sky once ideally imagined, now made real.

  Here is a thought to think to bring forth fruit.  One second mind six months time.  Gestation is in the hearing in rhyme.  Let me paint the picture for you to see, my girls three, Me dancing on high, from my building in Thai. Gods business is growing and blessingly knowing.  Currency flowing beyond overflowing yet all drops accounted.  Lego building plans bought for sale signs fifty and counting.  Mind crafting your way to dominate the play.  Employing beautifully joyfully I say.  Planted this seed two day. Here is a thought to think, to bring forth fruit, One second in mind, six months taking root. Gestation is woven in rhymes we hear, A swell forming, the future drawn near. Let me paint a picture, let me show thee, Three girls spinning in dance, circling Me,  High above, from my building in Thai, Gazing below, where dreams touching loving sky. God’s business blooms in gardens and knowing, Currency flowing, beyond overflowing...

  To the fire water earth to air,  I bring forth impressing the clouds into,  A vision coming through blessing me you.  From this position I look unto eight,  For service in being willingly great.  This is the call to the Almighty I am.  Putting for this seed you put in me, to populate your land.  For being ready present, making taking creating your thoughts,  You planted in me. I see I do it's the view beyond the Sun.  Over and into pretty boy being Art baby blue.  Now that you be,    Dominate the sea and all you me.  Breathing firing, watering, earth, into air, I press the clouds, the sky says clear. A vision formed, a blessing true, Flowing forth from me to you. From this height, I claim the eight, A cycle turning creating making fate. My service given, a path now laid, Gratefully greatness willing, knowing all debts paid. A call to He, the voice in thee, Planting dreams to populate sea. I stand before t...

  Do you want to see how I look, Walking through in this world.  Do you see the picture, look close.  Is that me or you? If its me then which one, where are you? Prescribe the view opening my eyes to see which one you be. For the radiance in the light, vibration superior ethereal. Frequency dominant, spark living High, Energizing soothing stirrings sound. Beyond the sea are you present to me.  Are you close and near to thee.  I am the orb who tickled your tongue, How close and exact to be.  Look to see my heart pulsating a beat.  Art baby blue is that one you. Protecting the groove and all you'll move. Do you see my movie moving, Stepping bold through worlds I choose? Do you see the picture, look close— Is it me, or is it you? If it’s me, then there I stand, Soul stretching over lands? If it’s you, then where do I be, In the wind, the sea, or eternity? Prescribe the view, clear my sight, Which one are you in my minds eye light? Radiance puls...

  What is my purpose. To tickle the thy. Of the one breathing the you I. To be I see.  I see to be.  For what could I present to my loving Almighty, For this say on to day.  For all you do, I bless you.  What is your purpose, comes from the sky, To tickle the one who is breathing the Sun. To see, I be— To be, I see— For what could I gift to my loving Almighty, This moment, this breath, this presence peaceful loving mind. For this say on today, For word lighting your way, For all you do, I bless you. Being every fallen angel fell to lift me to you.  What a beautiful see I be. 

  The joy of thinking is being free to take the skies.  Faster and further beyond your eyes.  Stretching out into thought knowing who shall I me, Do say is yet the dominant be. Pretty boy blue, coming into you.  The arftul nigga who could figure.  Beyond the practice of flight there is a purpose.  Pretty being art baby blue.  The thinking joy is soaring high, Loving limits beyond the eye, Stretching thought, painting the view, Who shall I be? The chosen true. Pretty boy you, Art Baby Blue, A master of art, creating the cue. Upon the wings, kissing the night, Purpose calls—igniting I light. The sky is mine, the world my zoom, Speaker moon who shines bright. Light beamings forth, creating wins, Crowned in gold, I opening wings .

In the presence being greatness,  I insist, persisting the wind.  Stirring the silence for this moment.  For being present holding steady ready now,  What could your day look like if you painted it, Perfectly next thoughts to words.    Each second unique yet would involve, Making love throughout the day into night,  Enjoyingly thinking about my family,  Friends and all those in my view.  Playing at the height of the game, Winning won, Dominantly.  Happily, healthy, wealthy being thee, living loving me.  Being the present in greatness, I rise, Insisting, persisting, kissing the skies. Silence bends stirring to rhythms I send, Holding steady, ready—believing from pretend. This day begin painting imaging it true, Each thought a stroke, perfecting your perfect view? Making love to time and marrying joy to light, Enjoying Family, friends, willing these words, To fulfill my dreams into sight. Playing at heights where champions pla...

  For that bold beautiful pretty boy you.  Whose fruits are sweet and gratefully mine.  Loving all kind and so precious and fine. For you I present a staple in temple.  Being certain, to keeping it sexy and simple.  To you who have climbed and reached the top perfecting mind. Your light is so bright that the Almighty is growing heights sight.  From hear is the pictures end in view, Calling forward looking through.  To the beginning of the spark, Being pretty boy you.  For being bold, beautiful, and dominant me. Whose fruits are sweet, whose love rings free. Gratefully mine, yet gifted in all, Standing in light, lifting up fall. My temple carved from Hermes words, Keeping it simple, sexy,  inline. Reaching the top, perfecting mind, Your glowing igniting the heavens to align. From here, the window’s end in view, A picture framed, looking through. Lighting sparks in time anew, Forever shining—pretty boy you.

  I see an angel in the sky before thy,  Certain to being here for me, For why else could I be in front of thee.  To inspire and bring fire to muse for sea. To birth a view that now becomes two.  Oh how lucky to be me, too, you say, for a musings my way, For me being me and loving you in my play. I see an angel in the eye, A presence glowing, floating high Certain to be, to breathe, to see, For coming two stand in front of me. To stirring the flames, to sparking thy muse, Two birthing in sea, to dream and choose. A view once one, now shaped in two, Oh, how lucky, me you. For the spiritual love making vibrating wave, A musing’s song singing rifts my way. Me, being me, in love, in play, Bringing fire to light in say, Too muse of fire in sky. Grateful for being your loving I.