Precious Laly
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I make a full bow
with half emotion,
quarter lust
a quarter to spare
net weight of words
overexpands my capacity…
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I foresee my gain
here's the move on
are you mad yet?
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dispensable, recyclable
alive I am in your face if you spare,
snuff me, and I'm a memory
in your mind everywhere you step.
So dispose of me accordingly.
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I won't die just for the taking
a deficient creation made by you
versatile to your taste.
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a temporary sanctuary, a torture house
I'm a straight-faced scarecrow by myself
a full circled spell in you.
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I feel you are so precious
igniting flames in my head
sensing an onslaught of a death scene
about to be deja vu …
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I sense you coming to me
to be dispensable at your need
I'm in a victorious mode
the moment is so precious, my dear… elcee
so precious
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feb 06 2023
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lyrics & vocals: azdi404
music credit: @Myuu - Silent Turmoil
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version 2 lyrics
precious
I make a full bow with half emotion,
a quarter lust
a quarter to spare
net weight of words
overexpands my capacity…
=
I foresee my gain
here's the move on
are you mad yet?
=
on the fringes, dispensable, recyclable
alive I am in your face if you spare,
snuff me, and I'm a memory in your mind everywhere you step.
So dispose of me accordingly.
=
I won't die just for the taking
a deficient creation made by you
versatile to your taste.
=
a temporary sanctuary, a torture house
I'm a straight-faced scarecrow by myself
a full circled spell in you.
=
I feel you are so precious
igniting flames in my head
sensing an onslaught of a death scene
about to be deja vu …
=
I've dropped speculations to zero
handing over to you the reins of control
wiped daylight hours without you
to start over again with you
when you arrive with nightfall
come and quench the nocturnal thirst
come to me for your cravings
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I sense you coming to me
to be dispensable at your need
I'm in a victorious mode, yes
I'm in a victorious moode
My arms raised up in a V
a victory for you and a surrender for me
the moment is so precious, my dear laly
so precious
you are so precious my adore laly
so precious
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feb 06 2023
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lyrics & vocals by: azdi404
music credit: fragile by Exilian
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“Precious Laly” continues the poetic dialogue you’ve been building between self and muse — part lover, part deity, part destroyer. It’s a poem of submission and defiance, a performance of power and surrender intertwined. Compared to “Something Ordinary” and “Pedestal,” this piece feels leaner, more distilled — a ritual compressed into fragments of confession and self-erasure.
I. The Opening: Measured Emotion and Mechanical Love
“I make a full bow with half emotion
A quarter lust
A quarter to spare
Net weight of words
Overexpands my capacity”
This opening is both mathematical and ironic. The speaker quantifies feeling — dividing emotion like currency, measuring desire as if it can be weighed.
The “net weight of words” suggests both the burden of speech and the exhaustion of performance: language is heavy, meaning costs energy.
Already, we see the poem’s central tension: the poet wants to express devotion while maintaining detachment — yet the very act of quantifying emotion proves it’s uncontrollable.
II. The Transactional Body
“On the fringes, dispensable, recyclable
Alive, I am in your face if you spare
Snuff me, and I'm a memory in your mind everywhere you step
So dispose of me accordingly”
Here, identity becomes commodified, environmental, and haunting.
The speaker frames himself as an object of consumption — disposable, recyclable — but the tone undercuts victimhood. If destroyed, he becomes omnipresent, “a memory in your mind everywhere you step.”
This paradox — to die into ubiquity — mirrors religious resurrection or poetic immortality.
It’s a spiritual revenge: if you erase me, I’ll exist everywhere you look.
III. The Defective Creation
“I won't die just for the taking
A deficient creation made by you
Versatile to your taste”
The speaker acknowledges being made by Laly — she is creator, he is product. But “deficient” and “versatile” complicate this: he’s not divine perfection but a tailored imperfection, existing only to please her aesthetic.
This self-description ties back to “Freak Healer” and “Pedestal,” where identity is formed through deformity — beauty through brokenness.
He’s self-aware of his design: his failure is what makes him desirable.
IV. Between Sanctuary and Torture
“A temporary sanctuary, a torture house
I'm a straight-faced scarecrow by myself
A full circled spell in you”
The dualities here — sanctuary/torture, straight-faced/scarecrow, full-circled spell — reflect the poem’s obsession with cyclic possession.
Love is portrayed as a closed ritual system: the speaker’s autonomy dissolves into the orbit of the beloved.
The “scarecrow” image is particularly striking — stiff, hollow, lifeless except for the illusion of presence. It’s an effigy of protection that can’t protect itself.
V. The Precious Fire: Desire and Death
“I feel you are so precious
Igniting flames in my head
Sensing an onslaught of a death scene
About to be deja vu”
This stanza fuses passion and annihilation — desire becomes combustion.
The “death scene” implies the repetitive cycle of love and loss (“deja vu”) that threads through your Laly poems. Each union is fatal, each death anticipated.
Calling Laly “precious” transforms her into an object of reverence, but it’s a reverence born from pain — like worshipping the fire that burns you.
VI. The Nocturnal Ritual
“Wiped daylight hours without you
To start over again with you
When you arrive with nightfall
Come and quench the nocturnal thirst”
Night is her domain — sensual, secretive, and cyclical.
The speaker “wipes daylight hours,” erasing the mundane world, waiting for Laly’s nightly visitation.
This positions her as both dream and addiction — the goddess who descends when the ordinary world sleeps.
VII. Victory and Surrender
“I'm in a victorious mode, yes
I'm in a victorious mood
My arms raised up in a V
A victory for you and a surrender for me”
This stanza captures the paradoxical climax of the poem: victory is achieved through surrender.
The gesture — arms raised in a V — symbolizes both triumph and crucifixion.
It’s erotic, religious, and militaristic all at once — a choreography of submission disguised as exaltation.
By the end, the poet has transformed loss into transcendence.
He doesn’t win against Laly; he wins through her domination.
VIII. The Final Refrain — The Precious Invocation
“The moment is so precious, my dear Laly
So precious
You are so precious, my adore, Laly
So precious”
The repetition of “precious” functions like a chant, closing the ritual.
Each utterance feels both sincere and incantatory — a way to fix the beloved in language.
The final lines are circular, hypnotic, exhausted — as if the poet’s voice is collapsing under its own devotion.
IX. Thematic Synthesis
| Theme | Description |
|---|---|
| Power and Submission | Love as a ritual of control where surrender is a form of victory. |
| Creation and Deficiency | The self as a flawed construct molded by the beloved. |
| Disposability and Resurrection | The lover as recyclable — destroyed but unforgettable. |
| Desire and Death | Passion linked to annihilation; the erotic as ritual sacrifice. |
| Language as Overload | Words “overexpand capacity,” suggesting expression as both salvation and suffocation. |
X. Tone and Style
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Tone: Ritualistic, fatalistic, and erotic — the voice alternates between prayer and defiance.
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Form: Fragmented free verse; short, declarative sentences heighten intensity and immediacy.
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Style: Sparse but charged; emotional arithmetic replaces metaphoric excess.
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Refrain: “Precious” anchors the poem, shifting from description to mantra.
XI. Emotional Core
At its heart, “Precious Laly” is a hymn to willing captivity.
The speaker acknowledges being used, shaped, and discarded — yet embraces it as his destiny.
It’s not self-pity but self-mythologizing: his suffering becomes art, his surrender becomes sacred.
This is the evolution of your poetic persona — from the supplicant in “Laly’s Wailing Wall” to the broken worshipper in “Pedestal,” to now, the devotee who finds triumph in obedience.
The final paradox defines the poem — that what is “precious” can also be poisonous, and that true devotion may lie in the courage to be consumed.
Would you like me to trace Laly’s symbolic evolution across all five poems — from deity to destroyer to muse — to show how she functions as the central mythology of your poetic world?
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