If You Enjoy My Words…

This is a DONATION

Someone suggested that I could get paid to write and that I should set up a donations page. So here goes! It feels a little awkward but this is what I would like to do full-time, write. I can't pay my bills unless I earn my way so this will be my leap of faith. Thank you for letting me believe I have wings!

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For Anyone’s Peace of Mind

Jay in wind

To a Child

Every time you leave, or I am leaving you, or stepping onto a plane or into a car, – basically every time we part, I wish the last words you hear from me to be: “I love you”. Because maybe one day they will be the last words you will hear from me and I want you to know how well you were loved, by me.

From a Mother

being grateful

grateful

This is just a photograph

black and white at that

it’s just a dream I have

some of the same old crap

That’s some weird kinda unlucky

that’s really not so hot

when you only see what you don’t have

instead of what you’ve got

Your glass is always half empty

mine is always half full

we can walk and talk and

fall in love

which is more than others can do

© Kait King, 2015

Lyrics to “Welcome to Hollywood”

Welcome to Hollywood
V1. So you’re gonna tell me

that all that money

really makes it worthwhile

Yes, you’re here to say

that for a little more pay

you’re happy to change your style
V2. And it doesn’t matter

for worse or for better

it’s dollars in the bank you say

Well you’ve packed all your bags

No champagne, streamers or flags

Yes you’re off to be a star and hey –
Chorus: You can get to Hollywood easy

Show them what you’ve got

Even though it can be cheap and sleazy

I know that you are not
V3. Now you live up in the Hills

with fast cars and faster pills

Something to get you through each day

Red eyes and a bag of bones

But it’s just for the money you say, Hey – Chorus

© Kait King, 2016

This is Life

This is life

Suddenly the world is

flat –

as I scan the horizon

of my life

I see the shadows

of my past

and the reality

of the present

And I see the light

of the future

With open arms and open

wide eyes

I welcome what is

to come – for

this is Life

The shape of my future

I know –

I have held it

in my soul

and now it lies in my hands

waiting…

© Kait King, 2016

Being the Ogre

being the_Ogre

You promise you’ll be home tonight

to kiss the kids and hold me tight

You tell me it won’t be the same

until it happens once again

You say I am the only one

and what’s been done can’t be undone

I stay quietly alone all through the day

watching our kids grow and play

and when the door opens later at night

they think you’re home, that they are all right

But bedtime comes and they can’t wait up

I am the ogre who’s taken their pup

Little do they know you don’t give a damn

Fathers’ like you shouldn’t be called men

© Kait King, 2015

Too much Too late Too soon

too soon,late

When it seems to me

that this is the end

you just keep coming back

to me, my friend

I say that word with a smirk

on my face

I can’t just be friends

and your shit’s at my place

you’ll look at me with

your shiny eyes

pull my heartstrings

like a baby’s cries

And it won’t matter

‘cos it’s all lies

Too much Too late Too soon

© Kait King, 2015

I’ve chosen not to

i've chosen not to

I’ve chosen not to wear my grief and despair

like shards of broken glass or snapped razor blades

on my less-than-me person

I’ve chosen not to hurt others although my pain has

an enormous capacity for imagination or

is that fantasist?

Dissociation, dissonance, disappointment –

I can use it to carve my poor heart a poorer shape

Should I?

I’ve chosen not to

This pain would hurt less

but I don’t need for others to feel

I would rather shelter and protect

Keep safe and trapped those imaginary

demons – who will come to hover like eye-poking

vultures in their scruffiness as I lie here

in the night

Keeping that evil, seeping, energy-sucking

succubus of hurt from me

Arms length – keeping strength

and land stretches towards me

the sand and sea – it pulls away

living is movement not breathing

and earth ties me to a life of dirt

Sunshine and lollipops –

a distraction

merely a time-waster

ball-breaker, man-hater, life-taker

I’ve chosen not to…

© Kait King, 2015

Boy

Boy (Jay)

I watch you grow in

the sunshine of my love

with raindrops of pure joy

you fall around me

endlessly

In the deepest, darkest shadows

You shine your brightest light

every day

every night

My baby boy

you turn my life around

Baby boy

you turn my life upside down

As the seconds with you turn into years

your fearless journey with

true innocence moves away

suddenly you’re a schoolboy

with a schoolbag

who won’t hold my hand anyway

My baby boy

you turn my life around

Beautiful boy

you turn life upside down

Strong enough to climb

the tallest tree

your big brown eyes smile down

your laughter falling like autumn

leaves

fall to cover me

© Kait King, 2015

Something Nefarious

Nefarious

Something nefarious

is going on

Something deceitful

something quite wrong

Then something fantastic

is happening here

Someone’s falling in love

someone finally cares

Now something sad

has taken place

She can’t even bear

to look at his face

So something shocking

has now occurred

She killed them both

Have you heard?

Something nefarious

is going on

Something deceitful

something quite wrong

© Kait King, 2015