LOST Ft. Zel

-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 can’t cut it.

can’t quit this;

can’t rise above it,

cause the juice is worth the squeeze.

poisoned orange intravenously,

fruit of the poisonous tree;

peel back what’s inevitably

flowing cold inside of me.

my anger chills righteously—

hellish from the seventh to ninth zone.

so-da freeze’s frigid to the depths

of my spinal bones

close to my heart;

can i kill the bicarbonate spark?

so-di-um salt tears can’t boil over

as acid starts to depart,

leaving a mark.

like angry chem-trails grieving the sky;

sickening all

that can’t bear to say goodbye.

pop another top, squash it with a sigh.

addicted to the misery, to the high—

to sugary sweet trickery,

and i don’t know why.

-kalika

Beyond the Trees

-kalika

On Purpose

what is a purpose anyways??

a dogma turned down for felicity’s sake?

a word to the wise paraphrased,

into which the world buys initially by mistake?

what is your purpose for really??

to use “truth” to skirt around morality?

saying youth aren’t wise to query;

to spew worthless lies then deny adamantly?

what does your purpose mean to you??

dusty words representing their world’s maker?

protection for all you’ve 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 haven’t amounted to?

“purpose” — does it truly serve us?

does this notion do a disservice to some?

it’s a thought we shouldn’t purchase..

if purpose’s value’s worthless or “zero sum.”

-kalika

I'm Free

A dandelion among the stars,

not a firecracker,

not bright or bound by gravity.

I will be small,

small enough to let my friends feel like stars, boundless and full of purpose.

I will not be envious of their long life, intensity, or luminescence.

I will be happy to be free,

to float,

to live in the wind.

Until the sun rises, I will roam and carry them with me wherever I land;

We’ve come too far to fail.

We’re too close to harmony to not enjoy the solitude of our lives,

to not be grateful for our differences,

to not just be happy under the light of their presence.

I am but a seed

And you,

just a star in the galaxy.

I live in your light,

and you shine because I’m free.

-kalika

SoundCloud

I’m Free (spoken word)

A dandelion among the stars, not a firecracker, not bright or bound by gravity. I will be small, small enough to let my friends feel lik

8 Years in the Desert

-kalika

-kalika

Litmus Test

insurmountable mountains proved moveable on that summer day in July; the world was born to be beautiful, and excellence glazed over the sky.

I ‘stumbled’ into a doubtless morning; the air was crisp and clean, as if the sun rays dared blanket all that my eyes had ever seen.

the clouds whispered in their lover’s ears; and the birds played my favorite song, as I laid there ever-so quietly learning to hum along.

the sunshine kissed your stomach sweetly as the bees went shopping for new trees; and suddenly for a moment, I became who I wanted to be.

our laughter ‘slipped’ harmoniously in tune with nature’s pitch, seducing the trees to dance in windy rhythms; and once again, the world was rich.

I felt the ‘plunge’ of a joyous thrill overwhelm me as I tucked my head into your arms. musing ‘mellow’ and melting ‘yellow,’ my soul bubbled delightfully in your wild skylit warmth.

you ‘sprang’ and ‘spilled’ a wonderland under the love of bright sun beams; as I gazed down at your body, sweat ‘drops’ of dew began to bead;

and down into a land of day lit dreams, I serendipitously ‘fell,’ as they boldly glistened and gleamed lilting a tale they knew oh so well.

they chimed a melody that happily embraced the wishes of rainbows and wind; for these prismatic, dome ‘window panes’ contained all the keys to life’s origins.

they made oasis waves ripple across space, and time came to an end; now, I reminisce about those days in hopes to once again transcend.

Looking back…

I have a rather suspicious guess when I ponder about that lovely whimsical day

that I would have failed a ‘litmus test’ for true love’s kiss had never before done me quite that way.

-kalika

SoundCloud

Litmus Test (spoken word)

insurmountable mountains proved moveable on that summer day in July; the world was born to be beautiful, and excellence glazed over the sky

star-crossed lovers series, pt.4

-kalika

Life After Loss -kalika