Untethered

8 Years in the Desert

-kalika

star-crossed lovers series, pt.4

-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

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

Life After Loss -kalika

LOST ft. Zel

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

Labyrinth

songs with no closure;

regret beats a solemn drum.

alice enchained paths to nowhere:

a house of reflections I can’t outrun.

confined by hatred’s vanity,

reliving terror, an R.I.P. rewind.

straight off the edge of insanity,

diving deeper, cornered in my mind.

cobwebs quiver, bounce in worry,

calling forth torture’s reprimand.

I strangle slowly, absent mercy

imprisoned in a twisted wasteland.

eternal silence oozes nightmares,

and ghost drown my daydreams.

darkness devours hope’s light flares;

my mind wanders playing schemes.

shrouded by the devil’s dealings

and wrapped in ruined rhymes.

swallowed by mixed feelings,

I’m trapped between two minds.

a graveyard of tortured ruins,

plagued by memories forsaking,

I’m lost in my head’s labyrinth,

a marred maze of my own making.

tortured by a noxious decision,

a soul made by its own mirage.

I’m cornered by a conscious collision

by hollow haunting of self-sabotage.

“this is not a place of honor;”

poisoned ivy creeps into my thoughts;

I’m my most formidable monster;

to flames of chaos, I’m the moth.

-kalika

-kalika

Cataclysm

-kalika