How Do I know, If I Love Money ?

Can I even walk out the door without you ? Have you became more important than my pet out the door alone ? Do I fear having to face my real self, and things I may never have came to even hear, should everyone know I don't have you ?

Do I feel, that I have what it takes without you, ever ? Do the people I know, clap for me or my money more-so, and have I come to not care one way or the other ? Where has real conviction of real love I once had, as a child even gone ? I'm suppose to be growing in all around love, not just you know what !

Shut the blank up, money ? How often do I hear this from myself least my so called friends ? When will I come round enough to take control, and find myself back to what is beyond success, know as love and love alone, at that !

To come to see people again, as they once were. To not be under such pressure as to have to learn to say yes, when I want to say no, as I could before much easier, before I came to know, to much money !

Now, I've became more of a slave in the bad sense of the word, and know that the love of money comes as more of a form of slavery when you have came to let it take hold of you, and beyond yourself not unto real love of life over-all.

You meet way more than you ever wanted to know, even more than your nightmares could afford as so called a-sleep alone. You have to know them on their side of things should they come to meet you on the bad side of money. You find your personality almost being closed-down little by little, of that which is a-part of your soul. Money has a price to be paid, if you don't learn how to control it in real love, "It will more than learn or earn it's way to take you over, even beyond it's so called self, and sleep alone, if you can sleep".

Find away around your money daily in love. Find birds in trees or human of child beings or what-ever gone right, that you can love without a dollar in hand, that will come to love you back, even as a unknown. Disguise yourself, to get yourself back, that hasn't ever been able to be bought as of yet. Keep you as long as you can, and then some, with real love !

Where ever the dollar isn't, go there, and find more love than money to find the parts of you hidden of once were. Vacation beyond money alone ! If your seen as only, "Mrs. Fancy Pants", go in more than blue jeans, but as they have came to be, so as to convict those beyond jail bars in love.

Make love fancier than fancy in humbleness of heart felt joy in pain. Loving pain needs you ! Tight pants at a thousand dollars per pair, hurt you so called well, once before in this worlds so called love, alone and alone with money. Go with no pants on at all as before ! Go like you never have came to go, except maybe as a child !

Pure clean and not naked of real love ! Love you can hold unseen as well as seen ! Love that doesn't walk with it's pants to tight, so has to be admired among men or not ! Pride goes behind you best, at this new love calling !

If you were the only one on the Earth, "How much better could you come to spend you dollar" ? Pride loves people wrong ! Act as though you were the only one on the Earth, and your said to be self-centered, and that's as far as this has came to go with them !

Pride closes it's doors much to early, should you draw near to the heart of truth. Pride loves money, more than you do, and doesn't want you to even know ! Pride makes a fool of you, and dresses you all up, mighty keen.

Oh so called, keen King, even over money and the love there-of ? Then if so, "The people around you must have on better than what you have came to wear of crown, gown, and then some ? Is this even so, at all, at that ?

Don't come to say, "Who's who, if your really even a King at heart" ! Don't come to wear your heart only out, and not in ! Don't come to fancy-up your so called sword, with no heart for the sword of truth !

When do you ever come to hear don't even that often so called Mr. or Mrs. King, except from thy own tongue at that not best ? There's only one on the "Chess Board", and we need to rid ourselves of boredom, tight pants of Kings gown or not ! Chess wasn't made for just you, or tight pants with real work beyond the orders in them of just fancy food and to many grapes of vine and wine so called best !

Take your pants off or just keep them on, and does it come to matter to us one morsel of bit ? Your beat is off, no matter what, and just looking at you is abusive ! Your money didn't come cleanly, and so it never really came at all with us, "Don't you get don't made right best at all now, so called, Mr. keen King" ?

Our hearts speak and usually only real love comes to hear us, "But this is your more than lucky day, "Mr. so called King", and you may not come to hear another straight from the heart of love, that can speak by only looking a-new. Cause, you can't keep love quite, of even knowing it for real but once. Come to run from it, if you will, and it won't come to get you as you would a dis-respectful so called slave ! Should love not come to go after you at all, then where will you be, but even worse off at that to us, and maybe us alone. How can you share in, "The Kingdom Of Love" this a-way if at all ?

Force the hand of real love, can't be done. Now where has your force gone to ? Love isn't the so called "Force", at all ! This isn't what have you of thought and then some, what love is at all ! Love stands just as tall if not taller small at that at times, and needs no force at all as love is strong enough to carry love alone ! Love naturally wants to share itself with it's pants on ! How has your self-made love, so called worked-out most of the time, by force or not, Mr. keen King, or Mr. bottoms-up, at that much to often ! We don't need another drunken King around, to help us bare our burdens so called best !

O.K. then, "I'll come to accept your crown, but no one will ever be forced to bow in this kingdom, that I will never come to call only my own at all" ! Where is this King, that can prove he's greater than the power of the love of money, or any so called love, that comes to rob, kill and destroy ? This is here, that was there, and now you think you have it all ? Tight pants have came to even go further on some people than you at that ! No I won't be knighted, I refuse ! Here take back your money and give it to a swine in the mud or repent !

Bow to prove yourself able to pick up the slaves right to hate in the wrong hands ! Love hates pride ! If you can't come to even bring yourself to bow, then why bother to make up what coward is said to be by only you, "Who has more love for the love of pride and money than people of slave, or thy own self, not made as you were meant to be, but ever so chose to be perhaps" ? You want to be fool enough to try and make your own Heaven, and have been said to, and just look at you of you and those of you ! How far has your pride taken you, but to war most of the time, even if only one or two more bows can come from it ?

How much has your money come back to pay you, beyond the slaves love ? You should have taken the slaves love, and your cities would have never have came to ruin in seen and unseen ways. Pants can come to choke you wrong or right ! Love can come as a slave best at times to help you ! Respect the servants while you still can, and give unto them their rightful positions above the love of money alone or pride of life or more why should you is coming to look out for them forever and then some ! Haven't we all seen enough, "Why should we or you at that" ?

Mom, these here pants this so called Slave Master has given me itch like you wouldn't believe ! Don't worry boy, "I've came into these here fields today, to itch some to, and so haven't we all on the outside only best. We must come to make our escape today, and so we will skip eating the food we gather best, and they'll come to itch from within like never before as the food they eat will be of flea egg ready to hatch as well as itch beyond their love of money and pride of life too almost ! I'd like to say, "Grace be with them still, but that was their choice many times over" ! The sun may come to roast them with the inside itching that may never go way in one way or the other, but boy believe you me, "Their strong enough to remain only evil best, and their wisdom is no longer contained within their own-selves as it was when we were around them with some grace".

Itching ears for real made like love never intended at all, least the slaves ! The slaves could have helped them win the war at so called peace as they thought they were. They'll say peace, but they'll be no peace ! Their love of money and pride of life, is their real war to be conquered best ! Love won't force them ever, to be loved beyond the flesh alone. It's their choice, made right for a sweeter than sweet change, like honey on the rock, rather than the rocks, of much to much bitter-sweet-bitter, and more bitter.

So let the slave and servants come to speak best, at your next meet of even modern so called times. Admitting they even exist may cause great changes for the better sides of bitter and sweet beyond hand and hand, with no sticky that's worth a cat's meow over ! Bellow out to the hurting with the utmost respect from thine own heart for sure ! Yours can be theirs and theirs as yours, never to be like it was again ! Prophecy is more important in love than money ever was or will come to be ! Give it up right or not at all !

Luke-warm made best to come but for just a time. Then comes hot or cold, freezing or piping in the pitch black of night or not ! Limbo isn't but between yes and no, hot or cold, and then some, maybe just a-little, if it even ever really was at all in future form. It is but isn't is-is-is and then some, past, present and future. I never did believe in Limbo at all, but rather come to be at peace, and get to know them some with love to share first, and then come to tell them best, "Rather than to sound as a slave king on a pride trip, with no need to capitalize the term king, but I will Slave best"! The best servants are to be the leaders! This is love talking now at least some, wouldn't you come to think, beyond "luke-of-warm", least love of money ?

You may not know what money will come to make of you alone, "But why come to go there as well so called off alone" ? Lonely is to have so called friends and no love worth loving. Love it or leave it ! What's best to come to leave, but yet still keep in love? Your 2 with your more than other two can't help but at least equal 4 or more. Go with love, real love beyond your old 4's or so called force. Make more than some so called limbo out of your money without loving it so. Don't let go of it to me, or anyone to use you. Test those who have refused you gone dead wrong before, and learn from their ways, and how to refuse the pride of life and money in love best. Those who come to be the least excited over the so called other loves of this world, are the ones who know real love best !

"The clap of the hands can hold some real love, but where money is involved, don't be so sure should the clap become stronger at that time only so called best. The clap doesn't say it all, but it sure can come to say a-lot about where love is or has come to go best. Quite down your clap, when it comes to money, and help those that may think it's only why you have came to love them most. Don't make love hurt wrong, on purpose or by accident unexpected or not surprise incident. They need you to go beyond their money best perhaps at times ! Thank you, and you and you, and never money above you and you or you !