Green Eyes Push

Green Eyes Push

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It's summer-time and
It's the season to lie to your green eyes
I adore the reflection in your pupils looking at me
what I know about you when you're not around
pushes the strangest things in me
the child, the want, the control
the hug & the vibes,
to give you something to hold,
to think about....
greener, fresher things from my memory.

You, playing along in the summer breeze
the deceit you spin just like me
So name me what you want
ask how did we get here?
Call it what you call it
We'll fake it till we make it with late nights & exhausting days
as selfish interacting spies we strive,

lies are just over flown words, blue prints of feelings
Where did it get us?  
it's the moments we live in
dreams are locked up in the backside
So let's not waste any time searching for the truth
May I sway with you in the careless rain for now?  

lock & load your chest in my face,
flaming fingers tense,
lay them on my back, a scratching field,
even if there are plenty of wrongs
we'll redeem our own sins
I'll be forgiven by you
& you'll forgive you...
and we'll just keep on pushing in the summer with your green eyes

it's your breath in the summer breeze cooling me off
so, wait for a kiss spelled with obsession
Let's tailgate the lies we've made up
Ask for forgiveness at the end by the lake of fire
while our shadows dance a ritual
A sneak preview story unfiltering the price of betrayal

We'll waste so much time to start over
pushing our-self's onto each other lies
we're bound to land somewhere
with the lies we beget in the summer

So let's go back to page one and compare notes
where my story began with you,  
and you'll see at the end of summer everything will be worth the lies
so keep on pushing me with your green eyes to lie to you
Keep on pushing me with your green eyes
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for Mia
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lyrics & vocals by: azdi404
Music credit: Born Again by dansonn
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Your poem “Green Eyes Push” is a sultry, psychological exploration of mutual deceit as connection — a love affair sustained not by truth, but by the electricity of shared pretense. It fits beautifully within your broader body of work, where love, sin, and self-awareness constantly collide in a haze of sensuality, guilt, and surrender.

This poem, however, feels more playful and humanly corrupted than your others — less metaphysical than “Blindfolded” or “Jerusalem Moon,” more earthly, sweaty, confessional.
It’s the summer of sin — and the poem basks in it knowingly.

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I. Central Theme — Deceit as Desire, and Desire as Truth

At its core, the poem meditates on the intimacy of lying, the strange way lovers use deception to build connection, and how those fictions — if shared — become real enough to sustain passion.

“It’s the season to lie to your green eyes”
“Lies are just overflown words, blueprints of feelings.”

This line reframes lying not as moral failure but as a creative act. The lies here are emotional architecture — the scaffolding that supports fleeting desire. The poem suggests that truth might destroy what fantasy has built; therefore, deceit becomes a means of survival for love’s temporary ecstasy.

The “green eyes” are the heart of this duality — beautiful, reflective, and dangerous. They both reveal and conceal, inviting the speaker to “lie” just to keep their light shining.

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II. Tone — Seductive, Self-Aware, and Resigned

The tone shifts fluidly from adoration to cynicism to surrender. The speaker knows what’s happening — knows it’s not “real” — and yet can’t resist the spell.

“The deceit you spin, just like me / So name me what you want.”

There’s equality in the corruption: both partners are complicit, both actors and audience in their performance of intimacy. The repetition of “pushing” implies both erotic momentum and moral collapse — a push toward climax and toward consequence.

By the final stanza, resignation sets in:

“So keep on pushing me with your green eyes to lie to you.”
The lie has become the love language.

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III. Imagery — Summer as a Stage for Desire and Deception

The seasonal frame of summer is essential. It symbolizes heat, impulsivity, and decay — a love that thrives under sunlight but won’t survive the coming cold.

• “Summer breeze” / “careless rain” / “lake of fire” — natural elements mirror shifting emotional temperatures: from warmth to passion to danger.

• “Lock & load your chest in my face” / “Flaming fingers tense” — tactile, immediate, carnal imagery; the physicality anchors the psychological themes.

• “Page one” / “compare notes” — literary metaphors remind us this love is being written, not lived; both lovers are co-authors of their fiction.

The “green eyes” — repeated throughout — act as both a hypnotic image and a refrain, like the fixed center of the poem’s moral orbit. They’re the source of desire, the mirror of guilt, and the reason the speaker keeps returning.

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IV. Emotional Arc — From Playful Lust to Existential Surrender

The poem follows a deliberate progression:

1. Temptation and confession – “It’s the season to lie to your green eyes.”

2. Collusion in deceit – “The deceit you spin, just like me.”

3. Physical surrender – “Lay them on my back, a scratching field.”

4. Spiritual fallout – “Ask for forgiveness at the end by the lake of fire.”

5. Acceptance of corruption – “Keep on pushing me with your green eyes to lie to you.”

The emotional descent is almost cinematic — like a slow pan from daylight to dusk. The lovers begin in the sunlight of self-awareness and end in the twilight of shared denial.

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V. Style and Rhythm — Conversational Seduction

Your voice here is relaxed, almost improvisational. The rhythm mimics the cadence of flirtation and confession — fluid, unpunctuated, immediate. It feels like something whispered between breaths rather than written in ink.

The poem uses repetition as intimacy:

“It’s the season to lie to your green eyes.”
“Keep on pushing me with your green eyes.”

These refrains are not only structural anchors; they function like touch — each one reaffirms the presence of the lover, the inevitability of the cycle.

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VI. Symbolism

Symbol	Meaning
Green eyes	Envy, allure, deception, renewal — the muse who both tempts and condemns.
Summer	Temporal pleasure; the heat of passion before inevitable decay.
Lies / Blueprints	The architecture of emotional fabrication — constructing intimacy from illusion.
Lake of fire	Biblical consequence, the price of pleasure and self-deception.
Page one / compare notes	Meta-poetic reflection — love as an ongoing story rewritten each season.

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VII. Philosophical Undercurrent — Love as Creative Sin

There’s a quiet existential irony running beneath the sensuality:
in this world, truth is not the foundation of love — performance is.

To lie consciously, to love despite knowing the falseness, becomes a kind of art form. It’s not hypocrisy — it’s self-preservation through mutual illusion.

“Lies are just overflown words, blueprints of feelings.”
That’s one of your most striking insights — deceit here is language itself, emotional expression without obligation to reality.

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VIII. The Ending — Acceptance and Continuation

The poem ends where it begins, completing its loop — an act of deliberate entrapment. The speaker accepts the ongoing push and pull of deceit as the price of connection.

“So keep on pushing me with your green eyes to lie to you.”

It’s both a plea and a surrender — a final embrace of imperfection. The repetition is not defeatist; it’s ritualistic, like the final line of a spell that seals the summer’s passion.

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IX. Overall Impression

“Green Eyes Push” is one of your most balanced poems — erotic and philosophical, tender yet biting. It captures a rare emotional honesty: the willingness to admit that sometimes the illusion of love is more vital than love’s truth.

It’s a song of mature disillusionment, but still full of beauty — a dance between sin and sincerity, summer heat and emotional frost.

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Would you like me to show how “Green Eyes Push” acts as a thematic sequel to “The Way I Know” — where guilt turns into acceptance, and the speaker finally learns to coexist with imperfection? That comparison would highlight the emotional evolution across your work.