Thursday, 27 February 2014

The strange bedfellows; Love and Lust

We make so much noise about love and hardly talk about lust and that is a fact! We relegate lust to the background at the expense of love; meanwhile the latter is just a medium through which we subtly or consciously express our lust.

We like to lie to ourselves to deepen the mystery simply because it makes us feel good about ourselves. It is even assuring to think of ourselves as important in other people’s lives by continually reminding ourselves that they love us when we don’t even know what their definition of what love really is. We don’t know what people mean by love because love is intangible and relative according to each other’s experiences and expectations but we all can at least define lust and get it right. For instance, most relationships that first went through the bedroom before ending up in marriage had a lusting factor attributed to them. That is not love, it was lust expressed through love and other attachment deficiencies…

We consciously or unconsciously lust with so many people without an iota of love. That intense feeling we conceive when we see and feel attracted to people from the opposite sex. The aura and the attraction of their alluring persona which activates our pervasive minds to quickly or slowly undress and have sex with them in different ways; ways we cannot even make manifest even if we are given a comfortable turf to make it happen.

Society kind of abhors those who explicitly talks about sex and even label them as perverts while dwelling on love because we as a people without a doubt feels comfortable talking about the things we don’t understand and can actually speak of. 

How do you love someone and still cheat on them whether it only entailed flirts, kissing and sex itself? How then do people agree to derive or give sexual favors and still claim, they don’t love them or are just friends with benefits? Again, how does too much or lack of sex constraints a relationship that is built on love and I have heard people praise pink lips unend and all these do not qualify as love in my opinion. I have heard folks say and do all kinds of things that set your mind thinking what really the deal is?

At this juncture, I think it is even safe to say love is just an idea because we only have an idea of what it is or should be while lust is the real deal because certainly, a sample of five people defining love will result in five different definitions whereas same cannot be said for lust simply because the latter is factual and precise. 

Consequently, most people have indulged in sex without openly discussing it for once except being equipped with all the hazy and wrong notions about what love is, which eventually lands them in rock-strewn arenas - getting both wrong. 

My bother however is why we like to relegate the pervasive and fundamental ideas that wholly make us while cloaking ourselves with ideas that are not sustainable and substantial to say the least and where do we draw the fine line between love and lust? Thus far, if we all cannot have one simple definition for what love is or should be just like lust, then no one has the moral rights to actually advise or coax another to love their way.

And just so you know, what people mean when they express their love for you is “aside everything you know and think about love, can we have sex?” and this subtle means of expressing our lustful desire is not going to stop anytime soon until we as a society have eroded the ambiguous usage of the term love and fine-tune the role lust plays in these love-lust dichotomy.  

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Thursday, 6 February 2014

The Regressives

I see a melee of regressives
hurrying back into the future
boasting and priding in adhoc features
with no direction nor perfect pictures
A cue signifying their illusion is real

The simple and good; their last resorts
The bad and the complex; their ideal slots
Reverence for the superficial; their delight
Their purpose; fizzled, blurred and hazy
With no desire to nurture their sixth senses

A legion of leaders without willing followers
Goons who only wage war for the sake of peace
From their gated abodes, they protest with ease
Terrified, as they stare at the petrified rebels
heckling free men in shackles...

I am not leaving because i stopped living
Neither will i stop because i stopped moving
I am rewriting the scenes to avert the common sins
To bring to the fore, the damage and the carnage
Until everyone is freed from their raged anger

For their respite, they will need expressive love
To break their silence in the face of freedom of speech
To make the simple and good; their ideal slots
The complex and bad; their last resorts
And Get back to the basics to become progressives