Benjamin Buffett

  Sometimes I wonder, Do I see ladies on clouds looking at me? To only smile knowingly,  Enjoyingly appreciating who they be, Presenting our future presently, to thee.  I wonder sometimes where, There, my eyes sees ladies resting upon clouds, Soft silhouettes gazing up down lustfully me, Their faces lit with smiles that know. They beam and gleam jiggling light like snow, Their laughter tickling my sky, Enjoyingly appreciating who am I.

  As my infantile Foetus manifests itself from the Liquor Amnii,  In the womb of thy Mother,  Sow the earths germinate from  the  universal ether, astral fluid,  For the womb of the Universe.  My Cosmic children, sea are the alpha inhabitants,  Are first nuclei,  then ovules, then mature, Become Mothers in turn, gradually  being mineral, vegetable, animal, and becoming human forms.  From  centre to circumference, from the imperceptible to the  microscopic  vesicle,  To the uttermost conceivable limits of the Cosmos,  These  glorious alpha dominating atomic thinkers,  Create love merging into Cycle,  contained in containing an unbroken series, The Boundless and  the Infinite, for. End there is None. Yet one. My seed breathing love, lovingly.  As my infantile Foetus manifests itself from the Liquor Amnii, In the womb of thy Mother, Sow the earths germinate from the universal ether,...

  Fore telling be sold,  I am singing being bold,  That loving mother fucker your ancestors were told.  Did you hear about the One,  Where the land I own is being mind.  From the hills to the rivers gold, Echoes my power in stories old, I claim my crown in these words present, A legend breathing, artful, whole. Every step I walk sings in rhyme, Inscribing the measure, setting the time. For here I am, the myths foretelling, Mind and matter, heart and soul. In every grain and blade of grass, I am the future, present, past. Bold as thunder, bright as sun, My land I own being minds great dominating one.  

  CLOTHES are said to being significance? Creatures who are in the habit of walking about in a dressed condition carry with them their own picture mirrored in their consciousness, and for them their clothes are no less essential than their body. I fancy that the great men are rare (just as the fools are many) who have not at one time or another found their own external style and then been true to it. My divine gift of vanity brought many a good thing in its wake. Anyone who has brought his costume and his nature into harmony satisfies not only his personal and aesthetic requirements, not only his consideration for his fellows he has found in fact a means of expression for himself.  Why does a sensitive person change his clothes before joining the social throng of his fellows? Because in changing his garments he changes' the man within them. And in the same way the discovery of an external style renders the inner being free. No one is really without vanity, nor should he be eve...

  To make an attempt for a better dream to bring to light. Painting presenting the world your imagination knows,  Beyond present knowledge yet how does wisdom grow.  For bringing into enacting an actual start spark.  Into being the living life giving fiery flame, Who rises high into heaven lifting Gods game.  To dare a better dream, Painting visions in brighter strokes, Presenting the world my imagination grows— A planet beyond present knowledge, Yet within reach of how wisdom knows. A spark, I once ignite, Becoming flame, enacting life. Giving imagination’s lifting light, Arousing rises rising, I thy fiery spirit. My soul sit alight, giving breath, Lifting skyward, ascending, Onward upward through nebulae clouds touching heaven, Perfecting reflecting greeting God great game. Thus, wisdom blooms— Imagination’s art baby blue, A blazing truth revealing, Arousing Rising spiritual I ever high, Inner bold, fiery dominating lovingly enlight.

  By my spirituality, in my wisdom,  Through my loving veneration God.  Everything is seen by the light of true reason,  As seen through by the physical eyes.  The assurance in my faith excels that of other men,  Just as the sun excels the light of the other stars.  For the sun illumines, the other heavenly bodies,  Yes by the brightness of its light, yes by its divinity, purity. By my spirituality, in my wisdom align, Through loving veneration, God is mined. Every thought illuminated by reason's pure sight, As if my inner eyes are tickling physical light. My faith stands assure, beyond others’ reach, Surpassing mortal belief, for Spirit does teach. As the sun outshines stars in a heavenly sphere, My assurance exceeding its truth crystal clear. Yes by mere brightness, does the sun hold its play, Yet by divine purity, loves holy array. Thus, sparks me, the flame from celestial kind, Trinity glowing, pure, sacre, blessing mind.

  Being about painting pictures,  Conceiving me living doing grand statures. In peace there is only,  Ample time to create introducing allowing more, congratulations. I am grateful for being in dwelling mansions masterfully present.  I look to know other for imaging happy successfully, All ideas members near and far yet close to me.  Seeing my painting pictures come to alive, I conceive myself living grand statures. Peace holds ample space, Time to create, introducing grace. Allowing more—congratulations flow, Grateful in mansions where I grow. Masterfully present, I dwell complete, Visions fulfilling carrying my feet. I look for others, imaging clear— Happiness, success, drawing near. Ideas gathering, to kiss me close, Seeds to greatness I purposefully rose.

  Thought of the seed coming into being.  Dwelling in my Fathers house meditating prayfully gratefully.  There is know where else I choose to be.  For Being in the right place all mind loving soul spirit.  Believing and seeing the ideal pieces building into form, My beautiful picture imaging its way,  Bringing peace and grace to all kind.  Specifically to thee,  Fore knowing being I,  The greatest King enlightening flame. Protecting the air land sea.  Yes pretty is as me.   Dominantly. Oh how loving to be.  Thought of seed, becoming seen, Dwelling richly in Fathers dream, Meditating gratefully, peacefully still, In thy house of mind, fulfilling my will. Know where else I’d rather play, Than in lofty thoughts and my lovingly you say. Believing visions forming clear, My ideal picture drawing near. Pieces building grace be form, Peacefully, gracefully born, Touching impressing all mankind, Yet specifically loving,...

  The joy of being a fruitful soul. Is the artful fully being me.  For the smiling impression expressing upon thee.  To follow a line is to create a path,  Upwards out world to the milky way,  To the Suns stars then out radiating through, As I come to the point of me seeing you.  What part mostly do you play yourself to be in mind.  Oh mine how you shine bringing forth beautiful treasures, And surpassing my inkling of knowing enjoyingly pleasures.  For being Gods greatest gift to himself me,  Intending pretending to believing is seeing bestowingly showing. Pictures imagining them apples tasteful, Ripe, ready for enjoyment and artfully soul.  The joy of being a fruitful sol, Ripens in heart, in essence whole. A smile impressed upon the air, A flicker of light, a breath breathing hear. To follow a line, a path being told, Upward, outward, towards  the cosmical bold. Milky ways whispering whimsical hymns, the stars reside, Embra...

  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...

  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. 

  Fragments of light, especially bright. Specific for you, in the dark midnight.  Beyond the surface of the deep,  Is the simple yet complete.  Here, I dwell thinking my plays, Counting planting plotting my ways.  Living luxury loving life.  Making love by candlelight.  Currency wheels flowing banking legacy skies. This song I sing thanking God upon High. For this moment be you, And the next you m e.  For dominating light and winning bright, By the time the music and notes strike this chord, Fragments of lightning, sparking especially brightening, Illuminating shadowing darking midnight. Beyond the surface, where dreams compete, The scripting, the simple, the profound complete. Here I dwell, mind crafting its plays, Counting, planting, plotting my days. Luxury in living, loving in the night, Making joy by the glowing candlelight. Currency wheels turning, legacy kites flies, Banking treasures over celestial God skies. This song I sing, l...

  visions in mind become pictures for eyes impressing the matter creating a head for words being substance to make into world as I hold still to image that is dear to my heart knowing a look out above to see a sight me brings me closer to God, my Father and I one in my mansions I dance into my blessings trusting the Lord and strengthening my faith each sine I swing like Tarzan of the apes singing halleluiah honoring Adonai as you account for my dreams coming working seeding through as long life living breathing I my heart shall be rising beating shining Sun for the EL and you art baby blue