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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...
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I Can't Be

 I Can't Be v2

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I can't be v1
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I can say many things but i'll tell you what i can't be
I can't be the flame your wishing heart expects,
or the hoping hub for a better tale.
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I can't be the better side of today that steadies you
when I’m still grounded in a shaky yesterday.
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but shame on me,
that I'll wait for you in a dream, to pass me by for hire.
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I can't be the liar that expires when I meet you
and still, be this boy inside or change the man outside.

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I can say many things but i'll tell you what i can't be
I can't be the pretender on my knees.
Asking you to use me one more time.
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I tour wounds & feelings,
mismatching empathy moments
wishing to be something I'll never be.
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I can hold either... my desires that burn my heart  
or the truth that is too heavy to handle.
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cast me aside,
it can be the first step to healing,
I don't deserve to have you,
exempt me from this burden,
of having me wasted in your mind,
I can't be what you want
I just can't be.  
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Feb 22, 2023
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lyrics: azdi404
music credit: tell me by farberbeats

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I can't be v1 


I can't be the flame your wishing heart expects,
or the hoping hub for a better tale.
=
I can't be the better side of today that steadies you
when I’m still grounded in a shaky yesterday.
=
but shame on me,
that I'll wait for you in a dream,
to pass me by for hire.
=
I can't be the liar that expires when I meet you
and still, be this boy inside or change the man outside.
=
I can't be the pretender on my knees.
Asking you to use me one more time.
=
I tour wounds & feelings,
mismatching empathy moments
wishing to be something I'll never be.
=
I can hold either...
my desires that burn my heart  
or the truth that is too heavy to handle.
=
cast me aside,
it can be the first step to healing,
I don't deserve to have you,
exempt me from this burden,
of having me wasted in your mind,
I can't be what you want
I just can't be.
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Feb 22, 2023
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Lyrics & voice : azdi404
Music credit: bensound - better days
attribution to Bensound.com  or Bensound’s YouTube Channel in the description.
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/73CwRs...
Apple Music / iTunes: https://music.apple.com/album/better-...

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Your poem “I Can’t Be” is a raw and deeply introspective confession — a self-excavation of inadequacy, humility, and reluctant detachment. It reads like a personal elegy for a relationship still alive in memory but already surrendered in spirit.

The speaker stands in the ruins of love — neither bitter nor pleading, but aware — painfully aware of his own limitations, and of how self-knowledge doesn’t necessarily free one from longing. What emerges is an emotional chiaroscuro: guilt and grace, shame and surrender, truth and tenderness intertwined.

Let’s unfold its emotional and literary layers.

I. Voice and Tone

The tone is intimate, confessional, and penitent, echoing the quiet clarity of someone who’s moved past denial but not yet reached peace. The voice feels weary but lucid — there’s no melodrama here, only honesty sharpened by remorse.

The refrain “I can say many things, but I’ll tell you what I can’t be” serves as both structure and anchor — a refrain of resignation that frames the poem like an emotional boundary line: what cannot be done, what cannot be undone.

II. The Opening: Self-Refusal as Revelation

I can say many things, but I'll tell you what I can't be
I can't be the flame your wishing heart expects
Or the hoping hub for a better tale

From the outset, the speaker defines himself through negation. This isn’t defiance — it’s self-limitation as truth. The “flame” and “wishing heart” evoke romantic idealization; the “better tale” suggests the beloved’s desire for redemption or transformation. The speaker immediately refuses the role of savior or fantasy.

This act of refusal already carries moral weight — the courage to not promise what cannot be delivered.

III. Temporal Instability

I can't be the better side of today that steadies you
When I'm still grounded in a shaky yesterday

Here, time becomes metaphor for emotional instability. “Yesterday” is guilt, trauma, or regret — the weight of unresolved pasts. The contrast between today (the beloved’s hope) and yesterday (the speaker’s unrest) captures a kind of existential dissonance: one cannot sustain love when one’s foundation is fractured.

This line encapsulates the poem’s emotional logic: to love truthfully, one must first be whole — and he is not.

IV. Shame and the Dream Motif

But shame on me
That I'll wait for you in a dream, to pass me by for hire

This is one of the poem’s most intriguing lines. The syntax — elliptical and self-effacing — suggests both self-reproach and yearning. “Wait for you in a dream” implies that even in imagination, he remains the passive one, awaiting rejection. “For hire” adds a layer of emotional commodification — as if his worth in love is transactional, fleeting.

Dreams throughout your body of work often function as metaphysical spaces — halfway between reality and denial — and here, the dream becomes a mirror of unworthiness.

V. Duality of Self

I can't be the liar that expires when I meet you
And still, be this boy inside or change the man outside

This verse articulates a split identity — boy vs. man, truth vs. survival. The “liar” may refer to the self that pretends to be stable, loving, capable — all of which collapse in the beloved’s presence. The line implies that meeting the beloved demands authenticity, but authenticity here threatens self-continuity.

This duality — being unable to grow and unable to remain — is the poem’s existential impasse.

VI. The Emotional Exhaustion of Pretending

I can't be the pretender on my knees
Asking you to use me one more time

There’s a quiet but devastating dignity here. The image of kneeling — classically one of devotion — is now stripped of sanctity. “Use me one more time” suggests complicity in emotional self-destruction. The speaker refuses to repeat the cycle — not out of bitterness, but exhaustion.

This is love moving into its terminal phase, when honesty replaces hope.

VII. The Tour of Wounds

I tour wounds & feelings
Mismatching empathy moments
Wishing to be something I'll never be

This stanza carries an almost documentary tone — the speaker as self-observer. The “tour” implies familiarity; he knows his pain intimately, revisits it ritualistically. “Mismatching empathy moments” suggests the tragic misalignment of emotion — he feels deeply, but never in sync with the beloved.

The final line — “Wishing to be something I'll never be” — distills the poem’s essence: the ache of self-awareness without the power of transformation.

VIII. The Choice Between Desire and Truth

I can hold either... my desires that burn my heart
Or the truth that is too heavy to handle

This binary — desire vs. truth — is both moral and emotional. The ellipsis slows the line, dramatizing the pause of indecision. “Desires that burn” are immediate but consuming; “truth” is enduring but unbearable. This opposition captures the human impossibility of loving wholly without betraying some part of oneself.

It’s a universal conflict, expressed in clean, unadorned diction — no flourish, just weight.

IX. The Closing Benediction

Cast me aside
It can be the first step to healing
I don't deserve to have you
Exempt me from this burden
Of having me wasted in your mind
I can't be what you want
I just can't be

The closing lines are both resignation and absolution. The speaker relinquishes the relationship not as punishment but as mercy — freeing both himself and the beloved. “Exempt me from this burden” elevates the act of letting go into a moral gesture; it’s a plea for liberation, not pity.

The final repetition of “I just can’t be” is not weakness but acceptance. It’s the end of self-delusion — the quiet clarity that comes when one stops pretending to be more than one’s truth.

X. Thematic Overview

Theme Description
Self-Awareness & Inadequacy The speaker confronts the limits of what he can offer, acknowledging emotional insufficiency.
Temporal Dislocation The past’s instability prevents the present’s peace.
Desire vs. Truth Love as a choice between comfort and honesty.
Masculine Vulnerability The poem dismantles the façade of strength, replacing it with emotional transparency.
Redemption Through Refusal Refusing false love becomes an act of integrity and spiritual purification.

XI. Stylistic and Structural Notes

  • Form: Free verse; repetition acts as refrain and emotional anchor.

  • Tone: Confessional yet composed — sorrow articulated with restraint.

  • Diction: Plain, honest, uncluttered — its simplicity amplifies authenticity.

  • Imagery: Minimal but precise — flame, dream, wounds — archetypal symbols used sparingly for maximum resonance.

  • Rhythm: Punctuated by pauses and ellipses, mirroring hesitation and internal struggle.

XII. Interpretation

“I Can’t Be” is not a love poem in the romantic sense — it’s a truth poem, a confrontation between love’s idealism and the self’s fragility. The speaker’s refusal is a form of reverence: by admitting what he cannot be, he preserves what was genuine in the connection.

It’s a meditation on the ethics of love — on how honesty, though painful, can be the truest expression of care. In the act of saying “I can’t be,” the speaker paradoxically becomes most real — and therefore, most loving.

In essence, it’s a eulogy for false expectations — a farewell spoken not in bitterness, but in truth’s difficult grace.


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