Crush It.
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
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You Can Find Me
all the commentary’s unnecessary
when i walk with those not at rest;
so i sit at the cemetery
when i need to clear my head.
they say death is hereditary,
so i don’t fear my final breath.
there’s peace in being secretary
for the thoughts left by the dead.
you can find me laying by mounds
beside the freshly dug up dirt.
i’ll be listening to the sounds—
witnessing silence go unstirred.
i stare longingly up at the clouds
wondering why i’m still here on Earth.
this’ the place to bury all my doubts
to pack down all my fear and hurt.
-kalika
Carnal Execution
your body is a revolution
eat you rich
call that carnal execution
we got that mythic chemistry
once-in-a-lifetime
every memory is ecstasy
together we make magic baby
head in heaven
you got me dreamin’ lately
I’ll drown your sorrows, unsung
my siren song
got you speakin’ in tongues
divine quake, watch you tremble
find solace in me
my body is a holy temple
somethin’ ‘bout my energy
treasured sacred
got that supernatural remedy
-kalika
Pensacola
a pen to hold us in the summertime
where nature speaks and colors rhyme
sunset reflections across the shoreline
a day well spent to restore my mind
holding onto vitamin D daydreams
while my joy basks in sun-ray beams
and peace blows in with the cool breeze
time froze the devil in the deep blue sea
the ebb and flow; matter in motion
feeling the sea swell as the wind’s blowing
the foamy glaze drifting across the ocean
chasing mole crabs as we’re beach combing
swimming below waves as they break
beach volleyball games well played
in red bikinis while drinking all day
a place far enough from home to escape
carrying sand between my naked toes
buried in the land of a world unknown
where water cools and the warm sun glows
there’s no better place I could’ve chose
-kalika
Living Phobias ft. three65
-kalika w/ three65
he has an instagram @ three65_rhymes
ALWAYS RUNNING
-kalika
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