Edge Of Faith -kalika

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The End

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ALWAYS RUNNING

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SoundCloud

Always Running (spoken word)

I do a lot of running for someone who doesn’t run, And by that I mean I’m always running from something. Not an easy catch, From men, I

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Unspoken Emotion

I'm the pain that's settled into the crevices of your dimples when you smile, lurking like cobwebs in the rafters of a home you haven't cleaned in a while.

I am the anger sitting quite earnestly on the edge of your patient lips, anxiously fighting to not give in to haters when you could call in warships.

I am both the disappointment and acceptance you've decidedly faced, pondering longingly as you wonder if all your efforts have been misplaced.

I am the determination held in the firm hand of the most driven fighter, watching as you heed your grandfather's words: "there ain't no hill for a climber."

I am the hope flickering behind your eyes; growing the higher you climb,holding you together like a warm embrace when you want to resign.

I am the satisfaction rising with each breath in your tired chest,realizing you've helped so many to the top, passing life's true test.

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Dirty Bath Water

Laying in the bathtub trying to forget what I can't change. The sins of yesterday still taint what's supposed to be cleansing me.

Soaking, I wonder if tomorrow will be better, if tomorrow will be different.

Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner.

The bubbles are made of your choices, & your desires are the soap that slides along my scarred & tired body.

Tonight. I lay in the swirling bath of the life you've poured for us.

I try to wash away your sins, scrubbing harder so that somehow I may leave room for the potential I know you have.

Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner.

I dream of days where the bubbles may pop & fill the air with wonder, & the soap may be sensual instead of some kind of cleansing ritual.

Scrubbing scrubbing, scrub a little harder, scrub a little longer:

Maybe if you can't change, I'll become someone new.

Tonight, I wash you off of me, watching as our lives swirl down the drain. The stain of your lies rings the rim of my tub like maybe they're stuck here instead of to me this time. If I make this water deeper, will I still feel so blue?

Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner; maybe I'll be someone new.

-kalika

SoundCloud

Dirty Bath Water (spoken word)

Laying in the bathtub trying to forget what I can’t change. The sins of yesterday still taint what’s supposed to be cleansing me. Soaking,

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