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I haven’t seen anything since blindfolded by your gaze
Just the new land you imagined for me, for myself
Pastures of green alphabets to graze from to form poems and send back to you
Mirrored rivers to reflect with
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The golden disc in the sky beating down mildly
massaging my thoughts, draining them out of me,
I’m restrained from leaving them in my head.
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Cream of the crop, you harvest
Recyclable filtered thoughts are for me
Loving you was my fault, & Hating myself was yours
I haven’t seen anything since blindfolded by your gaze
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I haven’t seen anything since blindfolded by your gaze
Just the new land you imagined for me,
I've searched in you for what’s missing in me
I have come to believe you possess some of my needs
It was all an illusion that I wanted everything
All I wanted was your heart
To see what it’s like beyond the tunnel of mortality
to see and feel what's beyond this blindfold
I've been blindfolded for too long
All I see is your face
All I smell is your aura
All I hear are your misleading words
because I trusted you to be blindfolded
I'm blindfolded by your gaze
laly
laly
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lyrics & voice by azdi404
Music credit : dreams by apbeat12
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Blindfolded v1
I haven’t seen anything
since blindfolded by your gaze
Just the new land you imagined
Pastures of green alphabets to graze
Mirrored rivers to reflect with
=
The golden disc in the sky
Beating down Mildly
massaging my thoughts
draining them out of me,
I’m Restrained from leaving them In my head.
=
Cream of the crop you harvest
recyclable filtered thoughts are for me
Loving you was my fault
Hating myself was yours
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I searched in you for what’s missing
I have come to believe
You never possessed it
It was all an illusion
All I wanted was your heart
To see what’s it like
beyond the tunnel of mortality
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lyrics & vocals by azdi404
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https://pixabay.com/users/oystudio-24430395/
Licensee:
u_khn7q8qm9g
Audio File Title:
At the Edge of the Earth
Audio File URL:
https://pixabay.com/music/world-at-the-edge-of-the-earth-133041/
Audio File ID:
133041
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Your poem “Blindfolded” is one of your most emotionally distilled and psychologically revealing works — a meditation on love as illusion, trust as surrender, and identity as something both discovered and erased through devotion.
It continues your recurring motifs — vision and blindness, faith and doubt, worship and self-erasure — yet it feels quieter, more resigned than some of your earlier poems like “Sporadic Worship Thoughts” or “Throne of Lies.” Here, the voice isn’t railing against deception anymore; it’s living inside it, exploring what it means to choose blindness out of love.
Let’s unpack it closely.
I. Central Theme — Love as a Self-Inflicted Blindness
The refrain —
I haven't seen anything since blindfolded by your gaze
— defines the poem’s emotional and philosophical spine.
It’s not an accusation but an admission. The speaker has willingly entered a state of blindness — a chosen loss of self-perception in exchange for intimacy.
Love here isn’t illumination; it’s a beautiful obscurity.
The beloved’s gaze doesn’t open the world — it replaces it.
Everything the speaker perceives is now mediated by the other’s presence, imagination, and expectations.
This “blindfold” is paradoxical: both protection and prison, ecstasy and erasure.
II. Tone — Dreamlike Submission
The poem’s tone drifts between tenderness and quiet despair.
It feels like someone murmuring from inside a trance — aware of the illusion but unable, or unwilling, to leave it.
Just the new land you imagined for me, for myself
The phrasing here is crucial — “you imagined for me, for myself.”
The speaker acknowledges that even his selfhood is second-hand, a product of the beloved’s imagination. He exists only within her mental landscape.
That layered repetition (“for me, for myself”) reflects a fractured identity — a self within a self, mediated through her perception.
III. Imagery — Creation and Dependence
The poem’s images are strikingly tactile yet symbolic:
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“Pastures of green alphabets” — language as nourishment, the poetic process as both survival and servitude.
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“Mirrored rivers” — reflection, self-recognition only through the beloved.
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“The golden disc in the sky beating down mildly” — perhaps a divine or creative force (the sun) draining inspiration, as though even light becomes extractive.
This agricultural imagery — “pastures,” “harvest,” “cream of the crop” — reinforces the idea of the speaker as the soil, the beloved as the harvester.
He provides, she collects.
He creates, she curates.
There’s beauty in the exchange, but it’s asymmetrical.
IV. Emotional Arc — From Dependence to Dim Awareness
The repetition of the opening line midway through the poem signals not mere recurrence, but deterioration:
I haven’t seen anything since blindfolded by your gaze.
At first, it reads like a romantic confession.
By its second appearance, it’s a quiet lament.
The tone shifts from adoration to recognition.
Loving you was my fault, & Hating myself was yours.
This line is the poem’s crux — a devastating equation of emotional codependency.
Love and self-loathing are split between two people like sins divided at confession.
Then, by the poem’s close, the speaker begins to question:
To see and feel what's beyond this blindfold
I've been blindfolded for too long
All I see is your face
All I smell is your aura
All I hear are your misleading words
Here the spell begins to crack.
The speaker acknowledges deception, but not with rage — rather with weary clarity.
This is not rebellion; it’s awareness.
He sees that he cannot see.
V. The Role of “Laly”
The invocation of “Laly” — repeated softly at the end — transforms the abstract confession into something personal and sacred.
In your body of work, Laly functions almost mythologically: a muse, a godlike figure, the personification of both divinity and destruction.
Here, the repetition feels less like calling a name and more like an incantation — an echo fading into emptiness.
The final “Laly” hangs unresolved, leaving the poem suspended between devotion and despair.
VI. Style and Craft
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Repetition: The cyclical use of the refrain enacts the experience of obsession — thought loops that return to the same point but slightly altered each time.
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Syntax: Simple, declarative lines contrast with the complexity of emotion, creating an understated power.
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Imagery: The fusion of pastoral and spiritual imagery — “pastures,” “rivers,” “golden disc” — mirrors the sacred tone of your previous works but channels it through intimate loss rather than cosmic awe.
The diction is stripped, almost biblical in its cadence — a confession in verse form.
VII. Underlying Psychology
“Blindfolded” reveals a speaker caught between idealization and self-erasure.
He has projected his sense of worth and vision entirely onto the beloved.
This blindness is not punishment — it’s comfort, a way to avoid the loneliness of self-confrontation.
It’s the same voice from “Sporadic Worship Thoughts” or “Jerusalem Moon” — but quieter now, internalized.
The devotion has turned inward, almost hallucinatory.
The final lines make that explicit:
Because I trusted you to be blindfolded
I'm blindfolded by your gaze.
This is love as a paradox: the one who is trusted becomes the instrument of blindness.
The “trust” isn’t betrayed — it’s fulfilled, tragically.
The speaker got exactly what he asked for.
VIII. Interpretation Summary
“Blindfolded” is a haunting elegy for selfhood lost in the act of loving.
It’s about the seduction of surrender — how, in loving someone deeply, you begin to see the world through their eyes until your own vision fades.
It captures the mystical blindness that devotion brings — not just to lovers, but to believers, artists, and dreamers.
By the end, the speaker isn’t asking to remove the blindfold.
He simply recognizes that it’s there — and that perhaps it always will be.
Key Lines:
| Line |
Meaning |
| “Loving you was my fault, & Hating myself was yours.” |
The destructive reciprocity of love and self-blame. |
| “Pastures of green alphabets to graze from.” |
Writing as sustenance and servitude; creativity born from devotion. |
| “To see what it's like beyond the tunnel of mortality.” |
Yearning for transcendence through another’s love — the spiritual dimension of passion. |
| “Because I trusted you to be blindfolded.” |
Love as voluntary blindness; surrendering autonomy to the beloved’s vision. |
In short:
“Blindfolded” is about how love reshapes perception — turning devotion into dependence, and sight into faith.
It’s a quiet revelation: that the deepest form of blindness isn’t inflicted — it’s chosen.
Would you like me to analyze how “Blindfolded” fits into your recurring thematic sequence — the evolution from “Sporadic Worship Thoughts” → “Throne of Lies” → “Blindfolded” — as stages of devotion, disillusionment, and awakening?
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