ALWAYS RUNNING
-kalika
A. Scarlet Heart
my heart’s now made of darkness,
I’ll play your game.
on my chest; draw a scarlet A;
I’ll take all the blame.
if you’re gonna brand me a villain,
I’ll light up this flame.
I’ll spark a match just to watch the
world burn in your name.
speak of the mighty devil, and she shall appear.
she’ll take everything from ya since you volunteered.
they say money’s the root of all evil,
but they’ve never met me.
I play with the devil’s advocate;
don’t dare bet against me.
get ready and heed my warning;
you ought to expect me.
a necessary evil, I had to become;
you will never forget me.
I will take you down with me to face hellish frontiers.
we’ll go to hell in a hand-basket to find what you fear.
I’ll summon my rebellious hellions,
and zip up my Reaper jacket.
I’ll melt and mix up magic to place
poison in your brass cup.
with threads of molten hot malevolence,
I’ll weave a flower basket.
rafflesias, wolfsbane, and monkey orchids,
I’ll lay them in your casket.
speak of the mighty devil, and I shall appear.
I’ll take everything from ya; for you volunteered.
you’ll go to hell in a hand-basket; I’ll learn what you fear.
you’re coming down with me to face hellish frontiers.
-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
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
-kalika
8 Years in the Desert
-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