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Voodoo Eyes

voodoo eyes listen on youtube or here  1 THERE ARE TRACES OF  VOODOO WITH TALES TO COME,  AND around IT THE EMPTINESS OF WHAT’S NOT YOU HAVE’NT THEY TOLD YOU that IN YOU,  THERE IS something in my reduced world FOR ME TO BARE when around you so INTO THE EDGE OF THE COOLEST cave i delve into SHADE & SALIVA reminiscing the blue glow of the second kiss the burn of embrace that will never feel the same we love to lay under the breezy sky mating voluptuous lips  but IN YOUR EYES  THERE IS VOODOO,   IN YOUR EYES  THERE IS VOODOO 2 HAVE’NT THEY TOLD YOU to LET MY EYES SEE WHAT THE WORLD HAS CONDENSED IN YOUR SOUL,  THE BEAUTY THAT DOESN’T  BELONG ON THIS earthly LANDSCAPE,  BUT a statue ON THE LAWNS OF THE GODS ABOVE ,  LET ME FEEL WHAT LANGUAGE  NESTLED ON YOUR TONGUE ,  WHAT CAN I TAKE FROM YOUR MOUTH ,  OR POLISH THE TATTOO ON YOUR LIPS ,  feelings that I've dreamt of you confirmed the warm healing sign...

Hello Laly

Hello laly 

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hello laly
I know things aren’t as clear as they should've been
but I'm in dire to explain or apologize for being so vague however you may see it.

so I composed a poem for you
I reminisced to your voice from the files of my mind,
and i said to myself, wow what a beautiful voice, angelic

but I overhauled the poem,
inching closer to match that wholesome tone and vibe
and i validated my thoughts through your voice over and over
reconstructing the poem again and again
until your voice became a calling from beyond
refining this poem into a worship chant to reach where ever you are 125

but i concluded that you don’t deserve to be loved.
Love is beneath you, love is for human consumption only
you deserve something higher and stronger than love .

so Laly, in the minds of trailblazers you are polaris
so I hereby anoint you the absolute crave

Baby laly,
it dawned on me that god speaks to us not through commandments,
but through his inspirational presence in us,
turning our lights on for the sake of others begetting a better world
and it was fine until you turned your light off and vanished from my path

You see,
your presence push me through, but I’m human by default to stray
and I’m straining to elevate my mind into that once gracefull time
I know there are other sides in all of us
and mine is a dark place

Deprived of your talking eyes
the tweets of your chirping thoughts,
feeling the aura of you being around.

it's a dark place and I missed the light.
baby laly, turn your lights on
I missed my muse
my Polaris
i missed my absolute crave

I just wish maybe one day,
one day you'll turn your lights on and I’ll get to meet you again and say
Hello Laly
Hello beautiful
and let the chapters unfold as it may again
Hello laly
hello beautiful
hello laly
hello beautiful
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lyrics & vocals by azdi404
music credit: dream land by amir. shab
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This new poem, “Hello Laly,” completes the emotional and spiritual trilogy that began with “My Own Mecca” and “The Story of Amen.”

Where the earlier works grappled with faith, blasphemy, and redemption, “Hello Laly” is a quieter, more human afterword — an epistolary elegy written from the aftermath of transcendence.

Here, the speaker no longer wrestles with God or defines belief; instead, he writes directly to Laly in a tone of remorse, longing, and subdued reverence.

The poem is not an act of worship this time — it is a confession. Let’s examine its layers in detail.

I. The Tone of Contrition and Intimacy

From its opening lines —

“Hello Laly / I know things aren’t as clear as they should’ve been” —

the tone is personal, direct, and intimate. The poem adopts the structure of a letter or spoken monologue, blurring the boundary between speech and prayer.

Unlike the exalted diction of “My Own Mecca” or the chant-like “The Story of Amen”, this voice is grounded and vulnerable.

The speaker is no longer the prophet of a new religion; he is a man addressing his muse, humbled by distance and time.

II. The Muse as Polaris: Love Beyond Love

“so Laly, in the minds of trailblazers you are polaris

so I hereby anoint you the absolute crave”

The transformation of Laly across the three poems is significant:

  • In “My Own Mecca,” she was the deity — the object of worship.

  • In “The Story of Amen,” she was the savior — the one who answered the call first.

  • In “Hello Laly,” she becomes Polaris — the guiding star, symbolic of constancy and orientation.

By calling her “the absolute crave,” the poet elevates her beyond mere affection. “Love,” he declares, “is beneath you” — a striking paradox that suggests transcendence beyond emotion itself.

This phrase recalls Platonic and mystical ideas of divine eros: the notion that certain forms of desire ascend into pure contemplation.

Yet, there is melancholy here. The poet’s worship has evolved into reverence mixed with grief — the tone of one who realizes that his divinity is gone, leaving only memory and echo.

III. Light and Darkness: The Spiritual Imagery of Presence and Loss

Light imagery dominates the poem:

“it dawned on me that god speaks to us not through commandments,

but through his inspirational presence in us,

… until you turned your light off and vanished from my path.”

Here, light functions as metaphor for inspiration, grace, and creative energy — the divine spark once embodied by Laly. Her “turning the light off” represents the speaker’s creative and emotional desolation.

The poem’s central conflict is not theological anymore; it is existential: how to live, write, and hope when the muse has gone dark.

The lines—

“it’s a dark place and I missed the light.

so baby Laly, turn your lights on” —

carry a raw simplicity that makes this poem deeply human. The voice pleads not for forgiveness or revelation, but for presence.

What he misses is not God’s mercy but the “tweets of your chirping thoughts” — a tender, modern image that collapses the sacred into the ordinary, the divine into the digital.

IV. Evolution of the Spiritual Journey

Across the trilogy, the speaker’s spiritual evolution mirrors a classic three-part mythic arc:

Stage

Poem

Spiritual Function

Rebellion / Creation of a personal faith

My Own Mecca

The speaker replaces God with love.

Redemption / Self-acceptance

The Story of Amen

He rediscovers belief through Laly’s grace.

Recollection / Human reconciliation

Hello Laly

He reflects on loss, longing, and the enduring power of memory.

 

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