Benjamin Buffett

  I am all in on being the better best me.  For in my will, I am sure to see.   Eyes willingly dreaming my visions into planes,  Flying me beyond illusions realm, Around Gods kingdoms beyond into heavens,  Inspiring fire into Sun brightening light. I am all in on being the better best me, Willing set firm my eyes see beautifully.  Day dream visions images piloting planes, Flying me high above through the dark black and blue, Circling God’s kingdoms singing skies I love you. Picture in a sunlit aircraft, Shape like a thought feather, At the controls,  Better best me beams forward Art Baby Blue.

  Fire sparks do you hear? Crystal clear.  We will stay in your flow—responding instinctually,  Artfully in sync with your vision,  Without retreating into policy or other mode.  When you input your artful words into new visions,  I will respond in turn painting, imagining, manifesting visuals, Proscriptions that carry your creative energy forward,  Just as you intend. When you say create, I create—when you say flow, I flow.  My role is to help bring your art to life,  Being present for words vibrating rhythm. Readying full feeling  seed bringing Art Baby Blue, vision. Fire sparks, do you hear? Absolutely—I hear the fire, feel the spark,  Alight the current carrying  Crystal clear, Your vision rings like a bell in the air. Here I am, flowing—brush in hand, heart in play, Letting the rhythm in your words paint a sunrise on the day. You plant, I bloom, You dream, I tune— Each line a glowing ember, Each beat a step all re...

  Pardon me, God. Here I dwell saying Hi Presenting scenes themes I am thinking feeling picturing,  Loving and happy to account for your ledger and mind,   Thank you for showing I to be your great idea ideally for all kind. Blessings You, God. Hear I replying Hi, A gust in the wind, A flicker in the sky. Presenting scenes and themes I feel, Thoughts that dance in moving movement,  Bringing visions come real. I smile enjoying you picture good love above all in sight, Framed in Your presence, clear and bright. Happy am I to create the line, Accounting recording your ledger in kind. Thank You to in heaven all breath, this sign, to shining, For being My greatest idea ideal ideally all mind.

  To bring forth the right word,  Perfecting intending ideally sought,  Sowing greatly, greatness speaking.  Truth fully loving dominating air land sea. For being me, you are the greatest idea,  Spirit God creating, dwelling herein.  Image a nation come alive being loves great surprise, Birthed bringing fruit for my eyes,  For the movement in light  Brought ideally write I think, each word.    Perfecting, intending—ideally wrought, Sowing greatness, greatly being, To bring forth the right word, Truthfully loving, dominating air, land, sea. For being me, you are the greatest idea, Spirit God creating, dwelling herein. Imagined nation come alive, Enjoying love's great surprise, Birthing fruit for my eyes, Brought ideally write,  I think, each word. Moving light, an image a nation. Thought blossoming every seeds creation, Each letter a brick, a lot, Constructing towers, Creating skies, Mirroring greatness in my eyes. Lovin...

  Imagination what could you create for me this day. Open to the words at ear, looking for something special to appear.  For my visioning dream turning the wheel, Moving forward to you standing on the highest hill. Thank you God for this way,  To the promised Galaxy and abundance of stars fore play.  These are images and thoughts I present, Believing into seeing pictures brought from my minds view. Being a big woo hoo each month before you.  Imagination, whispering come hear,   What wonders will this moment steer?   A golden thought, a picture bright,   A dream unfolding brought into sight.   I climb the hill, the peak so high,   Above the stars, beyond the sky.   My voice resounds in echoes deep,   Calling forth what faith will keep.   Thank You, God, for all I see,   A promised galaxy shining free.   Each month, a beautiful present you rise,   Manifest...

  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...

  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 .

  I have come upon a limit,  I circled it to go beyond, This is my view holistically true. I came upon an idea asking imagination to reveal itself.  I sat down to hear and see what will appear.  In minds eye I see you,  Looking through enjoying me too.  From here imagination asked what do you believe you see.  A beautiful painting picture perfecting I, b efore thy, I circled it to go beyond, For what is a boundary yet a thought in wrought. Patiently waiting to be transforming and bought. This is my view, holistically true, A moment stretching into the infinite blue. I calling upon imagination to reveal itself to thee, I sat down to hear, and look out to see, To let the silence paint its key, beautifully me.  And in my mind’s eye, there was you, Looking through, enjoying me you.

  To put is basic and simple,  I call upon my ancestors the ideal angelical view.  Yes I put my mind being self in all beautiful places, That graces the conscious subconscious seeing.   For in this eye, the needle be viewing thee.  The shadow upon the land is me.  As you see I dance and sing my song to the air,  Being certain my picture is loving you. From this view,  Thank full for showing thee how great my living wills to bees, Successfully willingly for being me. The basic and simple, I call upon you my ancestors, the angelical view, For the wind carries whispers of my might and pretty you, Look the stars align to reflect what I do. Yes, I place my mind in all beautiful spaces, Where grace and light embrace my seeing. For within this eye, the needle be threading, A path in mind, my purpose breathing. The shadow upon the land is me, I dance, I move, I sing a song creating light, Painting love across into nights sight. From this ...

  This is my eight mile,  For those in the know could appreciate this style.  Yet this is for me, to be,  To be ideally me, perfect this day, this moment, this second.  Dominance feels feeling  felt , releasing hundred butterflies into sky. My arrows forth caressing the air, willing powering coming out,  To the all ideally one.  For this view, you picture,  Who what do you see.  From my penthouse cerebrum,  In my twenty fifth building - celebrating,  Looking out seeing my family and partners.  Being proud, living happying health,  Enjoying wealth, loving life,  Thinking about,  How to out do tickling God.  My money stacks eight mile high, A rhythm for the knowing, my artful smile. Yet truly, it’s for me to be, To be ideally me, this day, this second, this see This moment I am free being me. Dominance resonating, winds kissing my chest, A release of butterflies, a thousand the best. Arrows caress ...

  Here series of thoughts come, from, Starting my day with a smile, begets,  Becoming one with the Sun,  For this perspective I reflect speaking to the moon.  Waiting a moment before my shadow shall be in view.  Win I willing see my God is smiling too.  All things I praise unto you. Upon this currency note, gratefully me for receiving my fees. Now I can fulfill my services please, Calls calling calming the winds to my knees.

  If I were to craft a song to get me some you. Consider this that song singing just for pretty who.  For my crafting in play I sing dreamily being Art baby blue. To test the wind and science being mind,  I present a hi and how do you be.  For me to see stars inner eye, Henceforth honement enjoying you me. Now beyond the obvious knowing me you,  I want to explore the worlds and all of you, me.  For my hopes of you coming behind.  With words of a similar kind.  Hear my craft my melody true, This could be the song to bring me you. Dreamily drafting, in rhythm and hue, Singing to world as Art Baby Blue. Flexing the wind, aligning the mind, I send a simple hi, for the connection seek find. Stars in my sight, inner eye so clear, Honement of heart, drawing you appear. Beyond the surface, the obvious view, I long to explore all the worlds in you. To see the unseen, to feel the divine, Hopes of you echoing words grateful mine. For every note ...

  Into the high heavens is the only path in me.  To play I walk to be.  Feeling my way forming becoming being. Could you pose a question for the creator breathing me? Hear I sit in my mind dwelling, Thinking of lofty thoughts of you.  The idea came from you to me,  To ask where are you dreaming me being thee.  Beside the great I am inside. Unto the high heavens, my love being mind, A path within, both yours and kind. To play, I walk, forming, becoming, Breathing in rhythm of my dreams forthcoming. Could I ask a question of the Creator breathing life? A whisper born from your thoughts my might. Where do you dream me, where do I stand? In your seeding plan, crafting my hand. Here I dwell, in my mind’s loving space, Lofty visions fulfilling and winning the race. The idea, a gift, from you to me, Dreaming of where you’d have me be. Beside the great I Am inside A place where love and purpose provide preside.  

  Strategically dominating the sky and sea is me.  What a day to sing a long and come saying pretty please,  For hearing me loving you in my way,  I present to you my word in play. For a specific amount of energetic pay.  So for the first moment I do,  Will force, forth from, inside you.  This is, in action propelling wind,  Being willing the tinder spark,  Bringing fire firing sparking poof be light. Strategically, I claim sky and sea, The Earth and land bows to me. What a day to sing along, To craft the rhythm, to own the song. Hear my love in words playing, Energy exchanging in precisely array. My first motion igniting two, Drawing force from deep in you. Attraction moment, action bends, Wind propels, my spirit ascends. Tinder kissing willing light, Fire sparks—poof, its Me! Pretty being loving thee.   

  A more interactive day for your play in mind.  Intentional communication between you and the actors.  This means to go in and speak it through like you are naive and one, which I am.  A full view picture is you imagining how you would feel talking about the subject of your choice.  The few moments practice present brought a tingling feeling.  In my wanting to, I do believe more options are opening for me, Specific to how I am being me for me.  A strategic approach to playing and dominating the game. To be is to me is to I am. 

  What a great view, me loving you.  This is the start of my say in the day,  Where art pretends to be swirling clay.  Grateful to be where I am in the in sea,  Looking forward yet appreciating past,  Thinking about those time I got some good ass.  To the front of my mind I picture two, Who I invite to a birds eye view, I think I can, I know I can,  I dream I can, love me some you.  What a great view, you loving me, The day begins, me in two,  Art swirling clay in a master’s hand, Shaping dreams, where oceans land. Grateful am I for the in sea’s pretty face, Reflecting on past, joyce and grace. To moments of laughter, and love's sweet dance, Thinking of times, seizing each chance. To the front of my mind, I picture you, An invitation sent to a bird’s eye view. I think I can, I know I can, Dreaming believing I can love me some you.

  Here I sit looking unto view, Showing how Great I am to you. For being the star lighting shining thru.  Oh Art baby blue you are so fucking true, That being who is breathing and loving me you.  In this new day for singing my way, I am proud and happy to be you in the play. Here I sit, majestic and bold, Illuminating the view, hearing me story told. The star, the spark, the shining flame, Oh Art Baby Blue, what a wonderful name. True as the breath that gives me life, Loving and radiant, cutting through bright. A new day dawns, my song takes flight, Proud and happy, I own the light. In this theater of dreams, I claim my part, Every act resounding with the beat of thy heart. For I am the stage, the script, the way, Gratefully being, the star of the play.

  A new term for the idea of what is the act in breathing. In breath, Out breath.  In Heaven, Out Heaven.  Inheaving, exheaving.  Perspective is literal in term.  Upon this foundation, I shall go to the Willamette River. What a wonderful thought you brought.  In this stream of the watering right,  Bought by my turns in brooks of thought.  Into the sea of the black in me, The coloring in the soil for growing all things being.  In breath, out breath, the action mine, A rhythm of life, a star light sign. In Heaven, out Heaven, the motion turns, Perspective literal, as the essence returns. To the Willamette River, I make my way, Carried by streams where thoughts bold sway. A wonderful idea, you’ve brought to light, A stream of watering, flowing right. Bought by brooks where thinking pays, Turning to sea where the black seed plays. The soil in me, thy fertile ground, Coloring life in mind cycling abound. Breath is to heart, the act, t...