Calls For Action

Calls for action when love goes the opposite way, don't you go and fly, say to me and love too confused to smile or frown, but you smile and go down; to a place where the angels turn to demons in a moment of time, it calls for action. Don't go now, confused and sad, causing friction in your down-spiral you call life, it calls for action, when loves comes around. Round one; round two; it's a doozy at round three, by round four K.O. Smile, at least you didn't die. Take another slice of pecan pie. Cherry for me please. Surreal dreams cross through night air, as you sit, a pillow case full of lost dreams and tears, lost and dazed from morning stainless steel sunshine. As, the macaroni burns on a hot stove, the child laughs in a corner, with toys, broken, liter the carpeted living room. By Round five, they take you to the locker room, give you smelling salt to wake you up, bring you back to reality, and to break the bad news that love and illusion had won the match. That, my friend, calls for serious action. Buff up, and smile, love snapped you like a twig, went on with your best friend, and slapped your mother on the way out of the arena. People are laughing, mocking, grinning; the blues is eating you alive. You sit there, tears of defeat streaming down your battered and bruised cheeks, waiting for comfort, that no one will give. That calls for action. Don't wait. Don't cry. Don't doubt on what could of been... because, there is no doubt that love is thinking about you like that. You're alone in this great fight, sure God is there, but he's not going to speak up for you. Love another, go on and roll with the punches. Win over love, and true love, not illusion, will follow. but it all starts with, The Calls for Action. .6.8.2014.