Benjamin Buffett

  To be presently calm being, A new restful accomplished feeling perspective, For I am controlling harnessing the wind. For achieving my biggest greatest dream,  Seeing the essence of the creators light upon team, Perfecting my shadow as it comes into scene.  To you in view and listening too,  For being a blessing in presence to air.  Blowing kisses to all you love and care.  To be presently calm, at peace within, Harnessing the wind where dreams begin. The essence of light upon my team, Perfecting the shadow that walks in the scene. A restful feeling, a breath so deep, In the air, where promises keep. Kisses carrying whispers to mind, Blessings unfolding in rhythm and time. For you in view, listening near, My love so strong, eternally clear. Wind and words shaping sphere, Bringing forth pictures picturing me Heir. 

  Believing is seeing, Being where I will start the play.  Picturing I in beautiful places  Dancing amongst joyful loving pretty faces.  From these words the ingredients mix, Milling melting moldering gold, Forming the ideal figures for me to sow.  To birth forth words children for eyes watch grow. Enjoying enjoining my minds winning why, Always dominating victoriously the sky.  My kin these words in God seeds I.   Each letter pressed, breathing time, Molded, shaped, ascendingly climb. Dancing on top the air is me, In rhythm the stars reflecting thee. From thought to breath, from steam to form, The fire of faith keeping thy soul warm. Milling, melting, molding bright, Figures rising from speaking light. A harvest rich in sound and sight, Rooted deep yet taking height. For in the sky, my kin beside, Words of God, the Sun’s own pride.  

  Here I stand before thy wife in creation.  Knowing every thought is my seminal act.  Grateful for this moment present, and all proceedings.  Till this second on clock, I have been patient, Believing our time will is come  future, For this planted seed.  Your embrace in mind is beyond divine.  As I see Gods given characters figures,  Perfectly acting on my stage. From first draft I revision me you.  Like taking a breath and awake in new play.  I come to a picture of the womb in creation, Is above before eyes. For you being, I will present loving thinking impressions, For you, us to bring in living Spirit.  All talents manifest the canal, deck, stairs, bridges, - Suns.  Joyfully dominate like me being one.  Here I kiss my wife in creation, Knowing each thought is my seminal act. Grateful for this moment present, scribing proceedings, Tilling this second on clock, I am being rewarded for patient. Believing our time wil...

  To seed to plant a view.  As far as your eyes do see  Beyond and through too, Is how far into the soil I am reaching you.  Here I put forth my fire in your care, For when its your time to dare,  And light the Earth and Air.  Into you the greatest dream fulfilled, The rising I Rose tilling will, To seed, to plant my love in you, As far as your eyes do see, Beyond into beautiful, Is how far into the soil I am reaching you. Here I put forth my fire in your care, For when it’s your time to dare, And light the Earth and Air. Into you, the greatest dream fulfilled, The Rose rising I, tilling willed.

  To believe into the pictures I see.  Specifically as its favorable to me.  To know this view is reel,  And how I look to feel.  The art being showing my lyrical will. On top of my globe sheepherding the wind Blessing the air by my singing, Do you hear. Follow a little close come near.  Do you feel the loving rhythm in the rhyme smooth beat. Lifting your feet kicking happy dancing.  What a sight to see and think is me.    To believe into the pictures I see, Specifically as they are favorable to me. To know this view is reel, And how I look to feel. The art being—showing my lyrical will, On top of my globe, sheepherding the wind, Blessing the air by my singing—Do you hear? Follow a little close, come near. Do you feel the loving rhythm in the rhyme, A smooth beat lifting your feet, Kicking happy, dancing free, What a sight to see and think is me.

  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...