Benjamin Buffett

  How often do you recognize  The turning steering points bringing more life.  The eternal is ready to share His wisdom with me. For His words bring true knowledge and insight.  Welcoming the word of truth that will blossom Like the seed of imagination salvation planted growing my soul.    Do you recognize The turning, steering points that rise, Bringing more life winning conquests, loving joyful happy streams, Guiding me softly through my living dreams. The Eternal leans near, ready to share, Hearing wisdom knowing creating fragrant air. His words, brings rivers, comings shine light, Bringing true knowledges bound beyond clear insight. Welcoming truth as a seed being mine, Imagination blossoming perfectly on time. Salvation roots fertilizing my soul, Planted, growing in creation to make me whole. Do you recognize  The turning, the steering—those points upon vine,  That bring more life, joyfully in a line. Conquests of grace, streams...

  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.

  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. 

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. 

  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 the arise of me you,  Do you feel all ideas are accomplished and done.  Yes I have imagined it through.  Are you ready to see thoughts view. Are you ideal to eyes specific to me you. Yes and pretty two.  Do you feel Gods tickling smile. Yes and He is kissing the skies,  And blessing me you.  To the Sun upon High, Is how far me you will arise.  Forth word becoming arose.  For the arising me you,  Feeling all ideas are accomplished and true? Yes for having and imagining through, Look the thought becoming the view. Are you ready to see me you thoughts bloom, A world created from Zeus's womb. Are you ideal to eyes, specific to fine? Yes, me you equals a pretty two aligning mine. Do you feel God’s tickling smile? Yes, He kisses the skies all the while, Blessing me you, with love to produce, A radiant joy shining through. To the Sun upon High, Together we ascend, we rise, we fly. Forth willing becoming arising arose,

  I just witnessed three shooting stars paint lines unto sky. Three strokes brushed before my eyes,  Reading I love you for attractingly dew.  For a thought to be bridging for future me you,  Willing practice to perfect itself into thee. Where my being is considered, When all things are triggered,  Tilling the thought thinking me is brought.  Flowing dominating currency is wrought, For I to story showing  From five to ten in mills to twenty bills, Growing my ideal master full skills.  Look three paint brushing lines before thy, Three strokes en light, a cosmical reply. Reading I love you, my whispering vow, Investing the dew of the present now. To thought bridging the future to me, Willing practice perfecting mastering being. Where my centering, purpose is considered, Triggered by the sparks, my visioning script. Tilling the soil love thought, I sow, Flowing currency currents where abundance skills grow. From five to ten, to twenty bill...

  Where to be in the sea,  Its a comforting thought to think,  To be where you want to be,  Just where is that exactly,  Is the question for you to day.  For me I know where and for. Being brave bold and daring courageous, I put forth atoms investing building will.  All ideas are me in mind bringing  scripting real. For you I am the chairman of the bright breathing best.  Beyond passing making creating tests. I fly above and over the see Being the protector and the lover to me. Hear to be fucking the sea, A thoughtful me so tinder full being. To be where dreams alight with will, Where heart beats echoing feets jaws stands still. Just where is that, you ask today? A jumping in up word, leap right the way. For me, I know, brave and true, I cast my atoms, buildings anew. Daring, bold, and full of light, I shape my world, igniting night. Scripts in hand, I bring enlightening spark, Ideas that rise from passion's part. For you, I am t...

  There I be, walking up into plane. About to fly sky high.  From this height I see, beyond the we.  What a pretty you, viewing the sea and me. For the boy being true, yes Art Baby Blue. Come feeling rhyme and eat your fruit. By the time you reach and touch the ground, The world would have heard  And are being blessed by the sound. Enjoyingly hearing musical notes singing fire into air.  Electric lady loving dancing right here. There I be, playing on the plane, Ready to soar, sky high I remain. From this height, I glimpse beyond thee, Horizontal dreams, the sea, and me. What a pretty view, my vision of you, Reflecting the boy, yes, Art Baby Blue. Come tasting rhyme, eating fruitful mind. By the time you land, you star will shine. The world hears the song, blessing sounds all around, Each note pounding, fucking the ground. Enjoy the symphony, fire in the air, Electric lady dancing, spinning right there. Taking flight, my melodical lines, Crafting rh...

  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...

  Oh yes yes yes, yes you can.  That is my mantra for me this day.  From when my ears hear the words to these sounds,  I will smile knowing the compounds.  Forthwilling you be, instilling being. Dominating the bee in everything living. Gratefully me, my dreams come you, My opening view is me seeing two,  From a building upon high, smiling from what you do.  Oh yes, yes, yes, yes you can, A mantra echoing where dreams began, Listening ears catching mimicking sounds, A smile grows, knowing the vibrating rebounds. Forthwilling you be, instilling pure being, Dominating bee, radiating essence living giving, Grateful am I, my dreams come you, For wording vision, a skyward view. From a building so high, I see Saturns rings, Shining through singing, a beaconing rung. Calling this moment, my heart sings son, For my dreams and my love are being, And having one, for loving the sun basking, burning dream light.

  Whats in it for me.  In this satisfying moment, feeling strong, abundant,  Looking restful perched above on top of the cloud.  Thanking God for revealing the key as I open the door.  Thinking what I see before I speak.  OH heavens me, on high into sky, flying by. For allowing I to be all things to the thy, In bringing forth my fruitful seed, Each word present sowing thee.  What’s in it for me, you ask? In this moment, I raise my flask, Feeling strong, abundant, and free, Perched on a cloud, celebrating life’s mastery. Thanking God for the door I hold, A key revealed, my path of gold. Thinking first before words take flight, Crafting the day, birthing the night. Oh heavens above, I soaring high, Through clouds, through dreams, through beyond sky. Being all things to thy, Sowing seeds, watching them amplify. Each word a fruit, a fertile deed, Each thought a seed, a sired creed. For what’s in it, you see, is thee, The spark of creation y...

  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 ...