Poetry by Alaka Praise

Think about Love;

Imagine pain,

Fall in Love;

Surrender to pain,

Stay in Love;

Slave to pain,

Invite lust;

Ease Love,

An old tradition;

Denounced by the young,

The heart is given;

After the demand is taken,

Substance and lies;

Ride truth and sincerity of heart,

It pays to be good;

It is now good to be bad,

Maybe Love is good;

If lust is bad,

Few get it wrong;

Most get it right,

The heart is empty;

The mind is wanting,

Content and discontent;

Never cease concurrently,

What never cost a thing?

Is now scarce and expensive,

For some;

It is hard to find,

For the rest;

It is unaffordable,

Lucky ones find it;

Greedy ones trade it,

Tangibles like money;

Come and go,

Intangibles like trust;

Come to stay,

Substance is ever inconstantly available;

Abstract is never certainly unavailable,

Wrongs that benefit are embraced and rights that don’t mean are ignored;

Instead of disregarding wrongs and respecting rights,

Every relationship was with normality;

Until there was friends with benefit,

Every relationship that is now worth entering must take you somewhere promising and profitable;

Like the bank, a mall, what about the isle?

Those that care about Love;

Want to be loved,

A lot of people don’t understand Love;

And don’t want to be loved,

Ignore majority;

What about the minority?

We knew Love subconsciously;

But fall in and out of it consciously,

There is something that can be felt by everyone;

And cannot be seen by anyone,

Imagine the most beautiful abstract thing;

It is too strong to be seen but not felt and shared, 

One word of four letters was enough to spell out the magic of this thing;

Countless words can be used to describe it,

It abides in the air;

And can be found anywhere,

If a beautiful thing attracts anything;

The most beautiful will attract everything,

All your substances compared with the Love you have for them;

Which will last more than the other?

Which will last forever?

Which will last more than the other and can last forever?

Old Love, New Love, the Same Love?

By Me....