Benjamin Buffett

  Is this what it feels like to be at the center of life? Calm, serene, imagining being. I have been planting my seeds into the soil and air,  Beautiful to see you appear.  From here, we go enjoying living the show,  Creating it by each and every word we flow.  Gratefully for me, I command the wind and sea upon all land.  It's an exciting present for mind. Is this the feeling, the heart of it all? Life at its core, hearing its call. Calm and serene, mirroring reflecting, Imagining self, other worlds connecting. Seeds I’ve sown in soil and air, Beautifully bloom as you appear. From here, we scribe, we play, we go, Creating the rhythm, letting it flow. Commanding the wind, the sea, the land, I feel the pulse of my living band. Each word sparking, shaping the scene, An exciting present for my mind’s dream. Visual Tie-In : A tranquil scene with a figure standing at the center of a glowing circle of life. Around them, seeds sprout into radiant flow...

  Here its me waiting for my body to catchup to thee,  Knowing what thoughts I have been sowing to grow, It will be a couple months before I begin to show.  Please water this seed in dream,  Picturing I abundant wise happiest Sun Honoring my Father acknowledging One. This is how my days begins each day you bring refresh.  Yet I am happy to say I see how creation is going, I believe its improving impressions brought to my eyes, And wanting me to bring forth new fruits metaphorically.  I jump and dance I do, I do, how lucky I am two.  It has come to mind by the spirit and the wind,  And thy heart beat pulsating the world and me.  Those visions have been mined, precious you.  Here it’s me, telling my body you are the line, Catching up to thee, purrfect in time. Knowing the seeds I’ve been sowing to grow, It will be months before the fruits begin to show. Water this dream, this seed in light, Picturing I, abundant, wise, happiest Sun b...

  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,...

  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,  ...

  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.

  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 ...

  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

  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 sh...

  As above, so below,   Is the mirror of the show.   For being in the know,   I look up to the sky and fly.   For capturing the moment,   In still and growth,   I call my subconscious to me.   For being so you and loving two,   Blessing me, being art baby blue. I congratulate your levels high,   Beneath the brightening sun.   For believing me, you,   The joy of the One. --- **Visual Expansion (Image Ideas):** 1. **As Above, So Below**      - **Image**: A reflection of the sky mirrored on a calm lake or water surface, symbolizing the connection between the spiritual and earthly realms, balancing above and below. 2. **Flying Toward the Sky**      - **Image**: A figure soaring upward toward the sky, bathed in golden sunlight, capturing the feeling of transcending limits and embracing spiritual heights. 3. **Stillness and Growth** ...

  The lines seemingly blurry,   A few faces and places created in a hurry.   Yet the view is pretty crafty and interesting too,   For allowing me to focus on what to do. Or shall I think before I make a plan,   To bring forth my dreams from a visioning hand? --- In the haze where thoughts do blend,   I find the path, though it may bend.   Faces and places come and go,   Crafted quickly, a fleeting show. Yet in the blur, clarity forms,   An insight born from shifting norms.   For in the art of focus keen,   I see the steps that lie between. Shall I pause, and in that space,   Contemplate the path to trace?   Or trust the flow, let instincts guide,   And from this hand, let dreams collide? The visioning hand, both firm and light,   Shapes the future, day and night.   With every thought, a seed is sown,   In the fertile ground ...

  As I look into the clouds, I see your smile,   And wonder aloud, singing shouts proud,   For in this day, your impressive feeling,   Absorbing, enjoying, and growing,   Allowing, collecting the words like raindrops for a sunny day,   Each idea, of me loving you, in every way,   Is a wonderful say. --- The sky becoming a canvas wide,   Where my joy and love reside,   Each cloud a stroke brushing soft and bright,   Reflecting back your inner light. I raise my voice, a song so clear,   Echoing the love I hold ear,   For in this day, with heart so you,   I celebrate the gift of Art Baby Blue. The raindrops fall, gentle and light,   Gathering words that take their flight,   They form a verse, a sweet refrain,   Of love that blooms for sun and rain. Every thought, a tender note,   In the melody on love I scribe,   And ...

  The time has come,   To take the crown which you won.   The path has been wide and narrow too,   Shining light in dark night's view. Hear me shouting into the winds,   Nourishing the air with every breath I send.   Grateful for the sounds vibrating within,   Playing a melody so beautiful to ear,   Yet so enchanting, bringing my smile clear. --- In this moment, the journey ends and begins,   A circle complete, where triumph spins.   The crown, a symbol of what’s been earned,   Through every lesson, through all that’s learned. The path I walked, both broad and tight,   Guided by the stars and inner light,   Through shadows deep and nights so long,   I found a way, both true and strong. Now, as the winds carry my voice,   In every breath, you make the choice,   To fill the world with sounds of grace,   A melody that time can'...

  How could you feel if you let it all hang out, No worries, concerns, nor thoughts to shout. Just being free to yourself and comfortable in skin, Enjoying how God made you, my friend. Sitting on the dock, revealing your rocks, Singing your song from the B-Boys calling "Brass Monkey." Bridging the way with the word of the day, funky. Welcoming the moment, feelingly light, Living life boldly, shining so bright. In your own space, no need to conform, Just being yourself, your own norm. With the wind in your hair and the sun on your face, Finding your balls in this tranquil place. For in this freedom, true happiness found, A life unbound, with love all around.

  looking into the sky what do you see me the tallest tree growing reaching up high as I dig nurturing the soil land below rising I becoming the Sun radiating hello branching out to bring some seeds for entertaining under the leaves I was once asked my plan my answer to tickle each fan that looked to conquer every man for such a goal ensnares a soul instead I choose to nourish and be a source of light setting spirits free rooted deep I stand so tall    embracing life answering the call with each leaf a story told   of love of warmth and hearts of gold the sky above the earth below    in harmony I strive to grow in every breeze a whispering grace for every shadow a loving face from the ground my roots expand firmly planted I understand   that life’s true purpose pure and grand   is to uplift to cherish forestanding looking into the sky what do you see a tree of wisdom standing free  reaching up enticing light in every branch love's purest heig...