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.

  🎶 Velvet Voltage  Candyhands (Soulful hip-hop / jazz-pop bounce) [Intro – Spoken smooth] You feel that? That’s sugar in the air, singing. That’s me — Art Baby Blue. Let’s play. [Verse 1] I got candyhands, velvet voltage, Dripping nectar when I touch lovingly these keys. Every line I scribe got a honeycomb beat, Turning the sidewalk gold underneath my feet. Silk in my voice when I speak light, Making daydreams blush in the middle of night. Blessing every glance, I flirt with fate, Look my shadow is moving like it’s feeling great. [Hook – Sung] I got velvety voltage candyhands, sugary when you touch, Everything I bless turns golden plush. Laughing with the sky, dancing in her bush, Art Baby Blue, yeah — I’m into you gush. Candyhands, touching reaching your fruit, Feelin’ like love in the shine of youth. Every move I make, joy’s in boom, Entering a room, I perfume and bloom. [Verse 2 – Melodic rap] Sweetness tasting greatness, instinct on purpose,...

  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...

  The potential of being born,   For there is no doubt that those born from themselves naturally have the potential to be born. From such beings everything has been born. Yet, God is everlasting; the eternal God can neither be born nor ever could be born. That which is, which was, which ever will be, which is entirely from itself: that is the nature of God. Sow, what matter is characteristic of the cosmos,  and spirit to have been born from the beginning,  For they have in themselves the power and natural capacity of being born and procreating. For the spring of fertility is a property of nature, has the power and material of conception and birth  within itself. Nature, then, has the power of generation by itself, without any other entity. Now I turn to my being which has the power to conceive joining with another, since the space of the cosmos with all that is in it, was clearly not born, yet certainly has within itself the whole power of nature.

  I have been searching for the meaning in being conscious,  Does it mean to be a wake, living, breathing. Or is there something more.  I just want to know the score and where I fit into the game.  If my words are the seeds of awareness,  Planted and growing from my mind,  Oh how wonderful the fruit will be in kind.  Being in yet not of the world, I removed all noises yet one.  These thoughts I mend and mould to build my future,  Is all I will think knowingly these ideal ideas,  Trusting my Father to dominate land air water,  I pray sowing sea with good great loving me.  In my searching the depths I sought, Wondering what consciousness truly thought. Is it breath, the waking sight, Or something vast beyond the light? A game, a play, a score who knows, Where do I stand—how is it controlled? If words are seeds in fertile mind, Then fruit must bloom my perfect kind. Being not of this world, yet here I be, Listening close...

  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...

  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. 

  To the spark of the word in the me you.  And all the world's coming into view, To clap your hands and shine love above true. For pretty boy singing Art Baby Blue. For bringing forth my love  I call to the angels,  Carrying thy smiles of and in my atum. What do you want to see for and from Pretty being me your seed in be, Who you planted to bring before present to me.  For the spark of the word in me, to you, And all the worlds shaping into view. Clapping your hands, letting love shine who, For pretty boy singing—Art Baby Blue. I call to the angels, calling to I, Carrying smiles through Atum’s sky. Your golden glow, your celestial stream, Birthing visions unto beams I dreamt. What do you wish to see unfold? One story once planted, now retold. For in the seed, the fruit is grown, To the garden of light, my kingdom I own.

  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...

  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.

  The wind of fortune leads the air, Presenting its dominate position clear.  Where forth thy sky,  Those ideals nurturing I.  Being the seeds to flower me.  To the gust in the win beyond the world be free. Victory hands in superman flying over the see.  To the thought thinking thee, I increase my mine in the present thine, Attracting my rose for my heart in kind.  Gathering all the forces to light my shine.  The wind of fortune stand here, Presenting its dominant position clear. Hear forth my sky,  nurturing I, Seeds to flower, rooting high. My gust you the win, beyond the world, be free, Victory hands as Superman over the sea. To the thought, thinking thee, I increase my kind in the present thine, Drawing strength from mind. Kissing my rose, my love kind, Giving forces the cosmos alignment. For in this gust, my light does shine, My belief in the truth, uniquely mine.

  I have brought a new picture of you to mine. To get to the core, I dig up time into present, Curiously wondering your special ore? Once upon a view, I had this question for you. Yet now knowing mind, I am attracting your kind, For you to birth my family, legacy line.  I have unearthed your glow, a sparkling find, Turning time's soil to uncover thy mine. Within the depths, a treasure gleams, The core of you, my answering dream. Once upon a thought, I sought you there, A distant star, beyond compare. Yet here you stand, your essence aligned, The one I called, attracting kind. Shall you cradle my legacy, the seed of we, Birthing a future that flows like the sea? For in your core lies my story told, The makings of love more precious than gold. Let us melt into Gore, lighting fire's light, Forging a lineage, radiating bright. Together we'll build, create, refine, For you are the core, in my heart and mind.

  The son shall reap his Fathers fruitful thoughts, Yet to seed and sow tellingly planting ideal ideas.  A new year cometh they sayeth today for tomorrow.  This is my calling for and to the unseen day in play.  To have faith and or to know, if the matter is the same quality? I am one to speak into points shooting arrows towards eye,  For ears to hear the target sound in all around the sky. Yes its up for me to dominate the land and sea, For God is choosing me to breathe in love for thee.  Letting it be known in the showing picturing seen dream. The son shall reap his Father’s fruitful thoughts, Sowing seeds of wisdom, where faith is wrought. A new year cometh, they sayeth today, For tomorrow’s unseen moments, in rhythmic play. To have faith or to know—are they the same? Each bearing the essence, a truth to claim. I speak into points for word arrows to fly, Shooting towards the target, piercing the sky. Ears hear the song, the sounding profound, Ec...

  Present Art Baby Blue in the sky,  Radiating from over the sun, Above I being one.  Pretending proceeding the way, As you come dancing into my play. What is good for me now.  For the narrator of my story,  Listen hear come close.  My words have put you into boots. Get to stepping, for singing the blues. I rise up Art baby next.  For doing my do and making all net.  Present Art Baby Blue there in the sky, Radiating bright, soaring high. From over the sun, above I stand, One with the heavens, my story grand. Pretending proceeds as the way enfolds, I come dancing into my play dominating bold. What is good for me now, I ask, For the narrator to embrace their task. Listen close, hear my voice, My words have dressed you, boots and choice. Get to stepping, singing the blues, I rise Art Baby, breaking through news. Doing my do, crafting all net, This is my story, the best one yet. Above the clouds, my journey anew, I shine lovingly eterna...

  To see a picture as pretty as you, Know more words could really present, Yet that is what I shall do.  What to me is a burning bush belief, How the ether has me pictured in a world, Brought to you by pretty I.  What do you see when you look into thee, Faithfully ideally me loving you, A Art Baby Blue. To see a picture as pretty as you, Words rise short, yet still, I pursue. What to me my burning bush release, A vision in love, my soul’s belief. How the ether forms, creating my world, A dream spun gently, into you my girl. Brought to you by the light in my eye, A glimpse of heaven as I reach kissing sky. What do you see when you gaze into thee, A reflection of perfection projecting Me? Faithfully, ideally, my love rings singing freeing true, A master being named Art Baby Blue.

  Here is a view of my space in mind,  A picture perfect smile smirking wow, Could I pretend I do for knowing this is God, Showing me my words in thine out shining through.  Hear I am. Presently me loving you. Calm peaceful feeling charging within, Electric love lighting sparking pretty you, For the world is me and mine for the making, So here is my stamp for Good loving creating.