Prove me wrong; Nature's rule 101

The first impression in the picture above
Is from an instinct of view, subconscious landing 
Relying on observation channeling feelings, eye contact 

And is based on a jolt reaction, faster than the mind 
Can respond to in real time, faster than the speed of light 
On a referenced library of memory 
Built over time from experience. 

The second is rational reasoning of thought 
Based on the conscious mind of analysis at present 
Slow and developing an ideology, debating 
Defining where the nose is placed 

If you saw the man looking directly at you  
You are using your subconscious mind 
 If you saw the man looking sideways 
You are using your conscious mind 

To justify reasoning the forehead
The nose, the mouth, the hair 
And second guessing 
If the ear is in the right place 

Eventually you will agree with your first reaction 
Instinct, an eye contact a sense of awareness 
Yes just as it occurred to me a feeling 
An electric surge from the eye, to the heart to the mind 

Thus the subconscious relies on instinct 
And the conscious relies on reasoning 
The use of the memory bank
Nature's rule 101

Note: A flinch in a sleep a physical jump
from the feeling of falling in your sleep 
is the reaction of displaced upload into the 
subconscious, like the spilled liquid that pours 
on the outside of the bottle when one is pouring 
into the bottle. 

Dried Out Roses

A torn heart bleeds tears of sorrowful affliction  
When little angels die harsh to the bone 

Bleed is simple, cut and you see blood 
But not when emotional veins in the heart are ripped out  

She was only little, an angel with baby wings 
Bright as the birth of a new star beaming 

The winds have been rough and strong, dried out roses 
This weathers play has been wicked to the bone, dried out roses

To put off a young lit candle, innocent lights 
To take away a life with sparks, emotions lost  

Children rhymes now hold hallow 
The joy of hearing has turned to haunt 

And tears flow non stop like  larva 
Erupting from the sore of this wounded earth 

Your memory is with joy and intelligence, dried out roses  
Pain pierces the heart rapid  in succession, emotional bleed 

I heard your voice in my sleep last night, last night 
I felt your energy leave to join the universe 

And now you are the star I see up in the sky 
And each night I will see you shining rays on me 

Yet earth misses you, Nana Ama 
I miss you, to have gone so soon, dried out roses 

An Enemy Within, Our heroes never reached home

I was told to look out of the window
Keep looking south, friend
Our brothers and sisters that went to war
Are on their way back with victory

They have defeated the old enemy
And so we need not worry no more
Not ever again on this land 
Richly blessed our forefather's left us 

They were spotted in a distance
Crossing the rivers that stands
Tall next to our land the whole stretch
That means they are already home

For the river is on our land
The Gate way to the village
Yet it has been days now
No one has heard word from them

The celebratory drums has been played
It has been beaten hard to tiredness
With holes in its heart bleeding
Begging a reprieve for sight of our heroes

Cannibalistic manners being portrayed
Our leaders have betrayed us 
On all political front and civil heads follow
Both the right and left and those inbetween 

They ambushed and ate the flesh 
Of the sore wounds of our fighters 
Like maggots with greed hunger  
And corrupt deeds that leaves our land dry

The land as a skeleton without flesh
Stripping in a frenzy the very structures
That holds sanctity and value of our people
Our heroes never reached home

The enemy was not that which we conquered
When the river sits on our land once so rich
Yet we starve of thirst and import
From our distant neighbors fish and food

We are no longer able to raise our flags
That once glow through the night
And made us gods of the night
We sit in darkness, our leaders sold it all out

They sold a half piece of the material
The one so precious that holds our soul 
Now when we raise our spirit flags
It no longer shines in the dark

They sold it all for greed, an enemy within
Our leaders are cannibalistic in nature
Pillaging the land dry for greed
An enemy within, our heroes never came home

On a day like this

There are no songs played, this day
There is no dance, on open floors 
There are no cakes to cut

There are no words for celebratory remarks
Glass raised in honour, a speech on toast absent 
There are no cards with personalized messages 

There are no flowers to be placed in jars 
There are no walks in the park after dine 
No embarrassing stories to tell 

There are just thoughts for the day 
Reflection and memories we hold 
And the heart sits heavy with miss 

Missing innocent smiles 
With each distant mile that lies 
Between you and I on this day....

On a day like this  
From a distant on a day like this 
On this day

Things fall apart,pick a place

Pick a place, pick a time, pick a location
Pick a season, pick any given topography  

Pick a reason, with any explanation given 
Pick an assertion to stand by as a strong notion 

Pick a flag colour coded as representative 
Pick a cause as derelict which ever it may be 

Pick  a declaration, from this day forth
Pick an activity to devote to, fanatic 

Pick an affirmation as a resolve to medicate to 
Pick a dream, accompanied with visions 

Pick a character, strong as will 
Pick a route, well mapped out 

On occasion though, I apologize 
Gravity just has its day 

No matter what, strong chains break
And things fall apart..

Things fall apart, clouds gather, pick a place 
Any given day, any given day, on occasion