-kalika
Hollow -kalika
crush it.
i hold violence in my hands so i can crush it.
like citrus in a damn Sunkist,
i love it.
rinds of benevolence just canât cut it.
canât quit this;
canât rise above it,
cause the juice is worth the squeeze.
poisoned orange intravenously,
fruit of the poisonous tree;
peel back whatâs inevitably
flowing cold inside of me.
my anger chills righteouslyâ
hellish from the seventh to ninth zone.
so-da freezeâs frigid to the depths
of my spinal bones
close to my heart;
can i kill the bicarbonate spark?
so-di-um salt tears canât boil over
as acid starts to depart,
leaving a mark.
like angry chem-trails grieving the sky;
sickening all
that canât bear to say goodbye.
pop another top, squash it with a sigh.
addicted to the misery, to the highâ
to sugary sweet trickery,
and i donât know why.
-kalika
On Purpose
what is a purpose anyways??
a dogma turned down for felicityâs sake?
a word to the wise paraphrased,
into which the world buys initially by mistake?
what is your purpose for really??
to use âtruthâ to skirt around morality?
saying youth arenât wise to query;
to spew worthless lies then deny adamantly?
what does your purpose mean to you??
dusty words representing their worldâs maker?
protection for all youâve been through,
is it a mechanism preventing failure?
what does your purpose say about you??
does it help people understand or hound you?
a version of you that sprouts true,
does it reveal what you havenât amounted to?
âpurposeâ â does it truly serve us?
does this notion do a disservice to some?
itâs a thought we shouldnât purchase..
if purposeâs valueâs worthless or âzero sum.â
-kalika
Living Phobias ft. three65
-kalika w/ three65
he has an instagram @ three65_rhymes
Sea Me
-kalika