8 Years in the Desert
-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
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
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