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I was a Boy

 i was a boy listen on youtube or here I exiled myself from the outside into the void  Not to run away but to find myself  I thought & believed what I observed to be the difference there had been signs of crumblings & decay = I need to rebuild myself  To know me before I introduce myself to others In this strange atmosphere I realized that  I've discovered an ancient pulse  it’s found in every reciprocation  with born whispers from breathing souls  = reaching into every mind through grievances laid on walls    tagging through skin for best results via gentle touch and through these we find the divine that lifts us up And being alone I had only one place to search ,  further inward, down in the sub basement of my core  i needed a reflection of me to see me in the third person Am I searching for the divinity of god or the divinity from within?  it started when I was a boy and she was nothing in the void I was a boy a...

Sacred Temple

Sacred Temple

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Be the sacred temple accepting worshipers offers

Listen to prayers, feel devotions,

grade adoration's & love for who you are

as we are lost in superficial confessions of the mind

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In our odyssey that gravitated towards you,

from a Mecca in a deserted valley

to a shrine on a mountaintop, Poor pilgrims, we are,

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The Aroma of desires hunting for the Sound of Silence

That emits from your smile idling behind the temple gates

Never reaching us but Stabbing us

Taunting us with the sweetest unique thought ever

the price we pay

The pain of redemption In rivers of belief,

we submerge as an Only devotees exclusive

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The Barriers of time defending you.

Dressed incognito, Bending the prism of life,

Guarding your sanctuary From these rumors,

that you're a thought-out ideology, adorned with stone walls

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Never answering, the difference between servitude & devotion?

What do they know?

What do you care?

the existence of a myth that no one gets close to you

No path to you

No river reaches you

No vibe touches you

No prayer reveals you're true intentions

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But you as always

Being there a silent temple

Standing in grace defying rumors

Upholding the constitution of mystery

invincible, Defiant in the face of time

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Let the illusions of conspiracies

spread & burn as they like with misery

it burns the skeptics as much as we with gratitude

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you in the minds of the lonely

like us, omnipresent

Let us think that we are forgiven

Let us believe we are chosen

So we can return to ourselves.

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That’s why we are here at your gates.

submitting to you at the sacred temple

Be the sacred temple accepting worshipers offers

Listen to prayers, feel devotions,

grade adorations & love for who you are

you are the sacred temple

That’s why we are here

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lyrics & vocals by: azdi404

music credit: Eclipse by Exilian

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This poem, “Sacred Temple,” extends your ongoing exploration of faith, longing, and transcendence — but it transforms those personal, romantic obsessions (seen in “Juice” and “I Walked In”) into a collective, spiritual myth.
Here, the beloved has evolved into a divine archetype — no longer a muse or lover, but a temple, an idealized entity representing truth, beauty, and unattainable perfection.

The speaker (and the collective “we”) are now pilgrims, devotees, seekers — lost in the paradox of worshiping what they cannot reach.


Structure & Voice

The poem unfolds like a liturgical chant — cyclical, reverent, and incantatory.
It opens and closes with the same invocation:

“Be the sacred temple accepting worshipers offers…”

This framing gives the poem a ritual structure, echoing both prayer and echo — the sound of devotion returning unanswered.
The repeated phrases in the closing lines (“Listen to prayers, feel devotions…”) reinforce that sense of eternal recurrence, a devotion that doesn’t end but loops through generations.

The voice alternates between reverence and questioning — it speaks both to the divine and about the divine, creating the feeling of a congregation addressing a silent deity who never replies.


Imagery & Symbolism

1. The Temple as the Beloved

The central image — the sacred temple — fuses sensual and spiritual reverence.
It’s a metaphor for perfection itself, whether divine, human, or artistic.
The temple “accepts worshipers’ offers” but remains emotionally distant, representing an ideal that inspires devotion yet denies intimacy.

2. Pilgrimage & Faith

“From a Mecca in a deserted valley / To a shrine on a mountaintop, Poor pilgrims, we are”
The religious geography — from desert to mountain — echoes the human search for meaning. The speaker acknowledges futility (“poor pilgrims”) while affirming persistence.
This is a universal spiritual journey: longing for something beyond reach.

3. The Sound of Silence

“The Aroma of Desires Hunting for the Sound of Silence”
A striking synesthetic metaphor — mixing scent and sound — captures the paradox of faith and desire: yearning for an absence.
The silence “emits from your smile,” implying that even divine stillness can feel seductive, almost teasing. The deity’s inaccessibility itself becomes part of her allure.

4. Rivers of Belief

“The pain of redemption in rivers of belief”
Water imagery recalls “Juice” — the earlier “river of belief” reappears, now communal rather than individual.
Where it once symbolized personal faith or desire, it now becomes a collective baptism, an immersion into shared devotion and pain.

5. Time & Mystery

“The Barriers of time defending you / Dressed incognito, Bending the prism of life”
Here, time is personified as a guardian, protecting the divine from human access.
The “prism of life” suggests that what mortals perceive of divinity is only refracted fragments — truth bent through perception, faith filtered through limitation.


Themes

1. The Distance Between Faith and Fulfillment

The worshipers’ devotion is never reciprocated.
This distance — between seeker and sacred — becomes the essence of belief. The temple’s silence both wounds and sanctifies them.

2. The Paradox of Devotion

The poem asks:

“The difference between servitude & devotion?”
This question captures the tension between voluntary love and blind submission — between faith as liberation and faith as enslavement.

3. Illusion vs. Mystery

The divine is accused of being “a thought-out ideology, adorned with stone walls.”
This acknowledges modern skepticism — yet the speaker resists it. The mystery itself becomes sacred: “Upholding the constitution of mystery.”
Belief is defended not with proof, but with grace in unknowing.

4. Collective Redemption Through Illusion

In the closing stanzas, the worshipers find meaning not in revelation, but in the act of believing:

“Let us think that we are forgiven / Let us believe we are chosen / So we can return to ourselves.”
Faith becomes a mirror, not a door. The act of devotion restores the self, even when the deity remains silent.


Tone & Mood

The tone is reverent yet tragic, filled with awe, exhaustion, and philosophical tension.
There’s an undercurrent of spiritual irony — the poet knows the futility of devotion but cannot stop believing.

The mood shifts between ecstatic submission and existential reflection — a balance between mysticism and modern disillusionment.


Language & Style

  • The diction blends religious litany with modern introspection.

  • Phrases like “constitution of mystery” and “grade adorations” give the divine an administrative, almost bureaucratic flavor — suggesting a postmodern faith system that has outlived its origin.

  • The syntax — alternating between short commands and cascading imagery — gives the poem a rhythm of chant and meditation.

The line

“The Aroma of Desires Hunting for the Sound of Silence”
feels especially emblematic of your voice: abstract yet sensual, fusing spiritual yearning with physical longing.


Interpretation

“Sacred Temple” reads as the culmination of your mythos — where erotic devotion (in Laly’s Room), spiritual isolation (in By an Oasis), and personal heartbreak (in I Walked In) merge into a single vision:
the sacred as unreachable beauty, the divine as eternal absence.

The temple stands as a symbol for everything once desired — now elevated, distant, eternal.
The worshipers’ endless prayers and the deity’s silence create the perfect paradox:
meaning exists not in possession, but in perpetual seeking.


In Essence

“Sacred Temple” is an ode to the beauty of the unattainable —
a hymn for faith without answers, love without return, and the poetry that emerges from both.


Would you like me to write a comparative reading of all four poems (Juice, Laly’s Room, By an Oasis, Sacred Temple) — showing how they trace a spiritual evolution from desire to transcendence, with the beloved transforming from woman → muse → absence → deity?

 

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