Benjamin Buffett

  Thank you Father, For my dreams beautifully unfolding,  Into butterflies crystallizing before and into I.  For my visions opening like wings, chrysalis clear as glass,  Light pattern flickering through. The womb before you, The great pass through,  Entering becoming I, butterflies crystallizing, light to ear. Within, I glow, Suns gathering my chest, Each one a yes made real. I walk the sky kissing the field to lift, Strengthening wings brushing time into now, Joy circling my name, for me enjoining fame. All praise flows upward and through, Your breath is my breathing, Your might is my light, Your love is I, living, being form.

  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.

  For you my fan,  Who gives an ear to hear my word,  Hoping knowing coming to life,  Living through picture image imagining you. Yes the ideal fucking dominating best,  Being cause, being we,  Be. My fan, for you,  Ear tuning my words into spark, You catch thy sight and hold it tight, Hoping, knowing, bringing breath to light. Picture forms, Image turns to motion, motion turns to now, I see you alive in the frame, And the second, becomes the world we share. I speak, the air bows open, You glow in center, Our signal rising like a drum flying wings. We mark the sky with a simple truth, We choose, we move, we shine, we win. Yes, the ideal, fucking, dominating best, Being cause, being we, Be.

  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,...

  What idea could I receive imaging,  Into believe from conceiving.  I am under know law when traveling,  From point A to B,  In mind I am free to go being me.  What thought can rise from image I receive, Into believe from dream conceiving? A bright seed choosing form, A picture that answers my call, My word lifting love into living scene. I travel under know law, Calm, clear, swift, From point A to B like an arrow with aim, no gate, no snare, only flow. Mind granting passage, I go as I am, Soul willing in rhythm on purpose, I am free to go, being me, Idea to form, form to song, Win upon wind, Presence carrying me forward, Being certain I own the game, By blessing my true name. What idea could I receive imaging, Into believe from conceiving. I am under know law when traveling, From point A to B, In mind I am free to go being me. What thought can rise from image I receive, Into believe from dream conceiving? A bright seed choosing form, ...

  Here, my present natures call, Imaging me Heir in every law. Out-breath rising, ether air, Dominating love, you feel me there. Beyond the show, beyond the sea, My seed awareness crackling free. Alchemical will, shell breaks, its me, I rise, Up from the soil, Son lights sky. Walking, dancing upon fiery flames, Domination my veins, Sparkling in the night, love making reigns. The great, atop, ascending, bringing coming sky, Art Baby Blue, the reason I. Loves great creative current, spirit set loose, Shell cracks open watch me produce. Flame into fire, seed into day, Me being Sun is guiding lighting my way. Breathing, igniting, loving so real, Fusing the primal, spark light I will. From God to my soul, breath brings flight, Heir awakened, born from all might. Walking, dancing, procreating the new, Breaking the shell, revealing the view. King in presence, this being, loving you, The great, ascendant, Art Baby Blue. Here, my present natures call, Imaging me...

  Scientifically thinking recording results,  For my inclusive economy in all matters media.  Eight months present now,  Knowing wonderful magical miracle blessing, mind. Come nine month time.  Scientist of spirit, I note each result, In currency numbers appearing increasing my accounts, Proof is the count in my music media library, My all me economy circling into voice. Eight months present now, Mind showing wonder, magic, miracle, blessing, Figures glowing being constellations, I walk the lab of sky, Clipboards of rhythm in hand, Tests of faith confirming rise upon rise. And then—month nine arriving presence, What a gush, a flowering, Plans crown into living forms, Wins step for word and call my name. From point A to Good Love aviation air, I log the shine, I sign the light, Sowing everything tallying mind.

  I put my imagining self, In all ideal pretty places, Where people are happy and have beautiful faces. For the fruit being seed my future to create. I place my imagining self, In realms where joy makes the air feeling melting, Where laughter ripples over tickling streets, Picture on every face smiling in its own sunlit grace. Hear, the fruit I carry is already breaking seed, Scattering forward into gardens yet seen, Rooting my future in places that sow my beauty, And hum my song singing being lovingly dominance.

  I came into the thought,  Impregnating the Sun,  Bringing light rays of children,  Growing up ascending being one,  The dominant breath loving God, I am.  I come into the thought, Procreating the Son, Bringing light rays my children, Growing up, ascending, being one, The dominant breath loving I am, Gods great son.

  Please know each word I speak,  Is water from the one,  Who drip drop rain upon Earth,  Me lovingly being happy living ideally brightening Sun. Please know each word I command, Is a drop of water from the One, Who drip dropping rains upon Earth, Creating life into every root and stone. Moving I in rhythm making love, In stream strengthening joy flowering soil into soul, Nourishing the happy, living, ideal me, Who rises each day brightening Son, being One, in thyself. 

  Every word I speak,  Are arrows straight into your heart the target,  Center view you.  Hearing every word I command,  Speaking, sparking, love, An arrow guiding current wind, Strengthening straight into the living being you. Each syllable pierces not to wound, Yet for love making creating aum, aum, Tilling will spark growing knowing flame, Enjoying our bond in aim for purpose, Meeting always exact to center, thy heart.

  Let the love of the Earth be you,  I say singing my song,  Into wins for you this day and every ideal way.  Enjoying the love of the Earth being you, I sing, my voice rings vibrating radiating blue, Into wins for you this day, And every ideal, beautiful loving way. Letting the love of the Earth be you, I sing it forth, my song to bloom, My melody flowing carrying the wins this day,  Enjoying the love of the Earth you say, My voice rings  vibrating, radiating blue, Casting ripples through the skies, Singing blessings into your rise. Showing the winds for you this day, Lovingly winning, every ideal way.

  I am an artful being eye, Bringing new perspectives for your world. Singing my song saying showing painting creativity,  Through the swirls creat ing rainbows before the rain.  Beyond, into thoughtful seed, enjoying the harvest bloom, Ideally crystallizing soul being Me. Spirit breathing free, all-loving, breathing through, Here’s my vision, a crystal view loving you. Ideal, crystal view—see I being spirit, see I being soul, See light refracting truth connecting me feeling whole. Art Baby Blue, is showing what’s true, This beauty in you, born from my view. High in the sky, I watch full eye, Rainbows arching, inner colors aglow. Every seed, a dream I draw to know, Breathing new worlds for loving me you. For thee, Being the light I drew, An image my love, a life born to do. Crystal-clear, artful, look see you change to fit the eye. My ideal world, perfect to me in my view. For my ideally, crystallizing you —dominating spirit loving soul, Perspectiv...

  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.  

  Here I am standing view,  Thinking through bringing me to the point,  Of fucking you. With a smile for a while,  Until time comes Art Baby Blue.  Being here I am, standing in full view, Thinking through, coming closer to you, Painting sparks on the canvas of now, Breath mingling heat, heart knowing how. With a smile for a while, in this playful dance, Time slows down for our spirits’ romance. Energy swirling, intentions love you, Until time comes Art Baby Blue.

  Excuse me pretty you,  I want to let you know,  That I want to get between your legs to draw inline, So I am singing my song bringing a dream in from rhyme.  Painting my words in lines that flow, To be close, to draw near, to kiss the space, Between longing and loving, rhythm and grace. I sing my song bringing dreams into time, Each note I caress, each rhyme I climb. In between your legs I find my opening place, Where our dreams and bodies make their fate. The spark in my heart, the art in my mind, Blending our souls, our spirits align, Drawing my dreams into visions making love. Bringing forth you and my coming sign.

  The idea of only wanting to hear,  Ideal pure thoughts wondering through,  Attracting beautifully moving I do,  Loving all my way into kissing you.  The only idea planting to hear, Is a song singing my hearts come near, Ideal pure thoughts wandering through, Radiating fragrance spiritual love, you, Attracting beautifully, I do, A dance of energy, ripples blue, Loving all my way into lightly, freely, A wish comes through kissing you. Painting your lips in colors thine, For every thought hearing, being, Becoming mine.

  Thank you Father,  For lifting the heavy challenging idea,  From here in my imagination,  I see a scene,  Me opening an envelope, Inside love letters, passports, and checks, Being me, loving you. For my standing winning being dominant best.  Thank you Father, For lifting the weighty thought, I am lighter, floating on this winds inspiration. In my sanctuary of mind, a vision curls and twirls, A golden envelope lands gently in my hands, Warm to the touch, humming possibility. I break the seal, revealing the sacred contents, Love letters inscribed in invisible ink, Words that spark joy, ignite courage, wink, And remind me every heartbeat is a sign mine. Passports stamped with dreams fulfilled, Permission to travel every realm picturing still, Earthly, ethereal, all portals open, As I step through the door into limitless becoming. Checks folded with intention, Currency abundance, language lovingly gratitude, Assuring me that all is provided, ...

  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.

  If God gives me something to think about,  The one breathing heart beating me,  I think thanking my Father for being He,  Yet when He creates acts like being pussy,  I fuck like being His grateful Son.  God gave me something to think being about, Breathing soul into my heart’s dominant shout, I give thanks, Father, for making me to be, For filling my spirit creating possibility, Sowing I semen the great dominant son seed being soil, Joy strengthening soul. To being grateful, alive, aware, My love affair,  Kissing loving brightening Sun, He in me, being I am the one.