What is there
to say?
I can’t force you
to stay
I don’t want you to
feel bad
So I try real hard not to
be sad
And I smile and wave to you
goodbye
As I turn, my smile slips and
I just cry
© Kait King, 2016
What is there
to say?
I can’t force you
to stay
I don’t want you to
feel bad
So I try real hard not to
be sad
And I smile and wave to you
goodbye
As I turn, my smile slips and
I just cry
© Kait King, 2016

Prince –
Royalty to Sound
Beautiful brain and
a sweet Heart
With Mastery over Music
and a Legend with Lyrics
A Revolutionary of Rock
A Mover of Spirits
Philanthropist of
a World torn
with Blessings unknown
Taken but not left entirely alone
True to Help someone
in a desperate pinch
That is the Man,
the Symbol of Prince
© Kait King, 2016
Break my heart, why don’t you
I know you didn’t choose to leave
I don’t see you anymore
and it’s hard to believe
you’re not here
with me
now
I can’t hear what you say
your words are in the way
I know what you really mean
It is me
that you
don’t want to be seen
with
Break my heart, why don’t you
you’ve not told me what I want to hear
You’ve spoken to me and for you
it’s crystal
clear
But I keep hanging on
hope makes you all mine
but somewhere in my lonely heart
I know you
will fade
in
time
© Kait King, 2016

With a pepper spray surprise
you punch the air out of me
The wet fish in the face they talk about
was a coelacanth of ancient emotions
dug from days beyond myself
beyond my soul
beyond what I knew love to be
The fluke of flowers given me
rise like a tidal wave of pungent perfume
swamping me in dizzying, no –
spell-binding and trance-like memories
and the melodies
that remind
me of you
© Kait King, 2015 – Excerpt from My See-Through Mind

Love stolen
seconds
Sweat laden
moments
Breathing bubble
love
We don’t
own it
Touch tender
minutes
Hand holding
days
Whisperings of
feelings
Love frenzied
craze
© Kait King, 2015

I don’t want to just
be friends any more
If you’re not going to try
I can show you the door
I’m not very good at
laying the blame
I don’t want to play
that dangerous game
I just about burst
when all I want to say
when I look into your blue eyes
is “I love you” every day
I just want us both to
be allowed to be free
for me to be in love with you
and you
crazy in love with me
Kait King 2017

Write Kait
Write Kait
Write some more
So I spread my mind
Like the legs of a
whore
Make yourself write, Kait
It’s not at your leisure
Even being forced
could be a hidden pleasure
Type Kait
Type Kait
And type some more
so my fingers
fly over keys
of some succulent score
© Kait King, 2016

My world breathes
a sigh
and Spring blows
over the rain
Sun bleeds
her way in
I can’t wait
for Summer
again
© Kait King, 2015

Do you mean to tell me,
forgetful soul
That you love me
even more
Do you mean to tell me
I got it wrong
that I’m not the girl
in that love song
Did I hear you right
Is that what you say?
That you could never love me
any other way?
Do you mean to tell me
I don’t shine so bright
I’m not the one,
You didn’t get it right
Do you mean to tell me
that we should just be friends
That it will only get broken
if we fix it in the end
Did I hear you right?
Is that what you say?
That you couldn’t really
love me
Any other way?
Kait King 2019

“Today’s crazy will become the next Generations’ norm.”
© Kait King, 2016

In a bigamist dual
you fight in your cheating bed
Secret office glances
and secret bathroom head
At home it’s just too boring
you don’t want to fuck your wife
but if she finds out
It will ruin your life
© Kait King, 2015

Lustful gaze
across a smoky haze
of a darkened bar
incognito
I don’t know
but a broken me
and a broken you
won’t do
I don’t have the strength
to save us both
and you just won’t know
what to do
© Kait King, 2015
I think the misty patch above us is my Dad, who has passed, trying to get in on the photograph

I hold your hand
I touch your face
I gently stroke
your hair
Your hands are
cold
Your eyes stay
closed
There is nobody there
I tell you
that I love you
I’m sorry that you’re
here
But I don’t think
you hear me
because nobody’s
there
My grieving started
a while back
And intensified
this year
I thank God you
can’t hear me crying
Because nobody’s there
It’s just a body
we’ll bury
With loving memories
we’ll hold dear
And I will miss you
terribly,
Because you
will
not
be here
Kait King 27th June 2020

Only one thing matters
Is it money?
Maybe time?
Getting old?
Or being mine?
Only one thing matters
Is it happiness?
Or absolute joy
at the birth of a baby or
getting your favorite toy?
Only one thing matters
Is it believing in
a greatness above?
Or perhaps forgiveness?
Maybe kindness?
Or the all encompassing
Love?
Only one thing matters
© Kait King, 2016

I will never take advantage
of you
here,have mine
I will never take you
for granted
Please, take all of
my time
I will always
give you love
there,
keep my heart
I will always
be here with you
Here is where
we start
© Kait King, 2015

Your greatness
waits inside you
Like a volcano’s giant core
And you will surprise everybody, love
They’ll look at you in awe
They will see that passion in you
That light you need to shine
Keep walking the walk you walk, my son
Very soon will come your time
© Kait King, 2015

He could see
and feel
a slavering beast
He could smell it’s
breath
see it’s sharpened
yellow teeth
It wanted him
to do
bad things
It felt like the
Devil with Hate
Not his usual state
of being
but any Angel
with wings
was going to be too late
It said that nobody
nobody
gave
two shits
And do everyone a
favor
Go ahead
slit your wrists
Kait King 2016
You brought
me pain
like it
should never
be
You showed
me things
I
shouldn’t have
to see
You imparted
knowledge
I
shouldn’t have
to know
You took me
to places
I
didn’t want
to go
You shared
things
I
didn’t want a
piece of
When all
I
needed
was your
kindness
and love
Kait King 11th July 2022 ❤️☮️

If we don’t talk about it
and share it
We’ll never be aware
of it
Don’t just say something
think nothing
Do it –
It can be humbling
If we don’t change
what’s going on
learn to sing
some other song
things just stay very wrong
Society is crumbling
© Kait King, 2015
It’s your specialty
how you play with me
with mind
in motion
and bodies in ecstasy
Charged
Divine
your laugh trapped in time
Secretly, you practice
your lines
A mirror glance
poison flows
those eyes watch with compare
assessing what you
haven’t got
collapsing in despair
And everybody
Knows….
© Kait King, 2015

Twisted
lying in bed
watching
a moon
wishing
I had you
here
touching skin
to spoon
© Kait King, 2015
There’s something about me that I don’t share much with my readers. Besides singing covers in a band called The Ready Groovers Band, I also write original songs with one of my very accomplished guitar playing members.
Something amazing happens up there on stage. Not every time we play, but sometimes, and it only lasts for the song, sometimes only part of a song, but a bubble seems to surround us. A bubble of energy. A buzzing, heightened feeling of a musical euphoria. It’s harmonic bliss – brief but so fulfilling!
We rehearse every Wednesday and gig every Friday, at this stage. I write music on Mondays and practice everything by myself in between.
Music has been my invisible hug, my permanent sounding board, the never-ending tissue, and my joy!
Welcome to my musical journey – even though I’ve been on it for 30-plus years!
You’ve broken my heart
no,
you’ve ripped it apart
and just left it
over there
shoving it in my face
that you don’t care
no,
that you never did
as a woman
a man
or a kid
no….
you never did
© Kait King, 2015

I’m torn
my soul says
fly, my love
as high as you can
My heart begs
you to stay
as close as you can
to me
I’m torn
my mind says
you must grow
you must be
I let you go
I let you be
I let you be free
© Kait King, 2016

My Dad and Me
It was so sad
to watch you fade
your mind
as sharp as a knife
It was so hard
to say goodbye
To such a treasured life
It made me smile
to think on you a while
and on how you loved
your wife
Your children given
all you had
you gave
a treasured life
It seems that you
are still here
although you can’t
be seen
I often talk to you
And not just
in my dreams
I hope I told you
I loved you enough
I hope you know
how much I cared
And I know
one day,
I’ll see you again
Somewhere over there…
© Kait King, 2015

You never quite
got to be here
You never quite
got to breathe in air
I never quite
got to touch
your face
take you home
show you
your place
I never quite
got to watch you grow
I never quite
got to get to know
you,
your love
I never quitegot to hold
your tiny hand
or do anything elsethat I had planned
I’ll never quitehear you say
“Mum, you were right!”
Or get to readbedtime stories
at night
You’ll never quitemiss me
when I am not there
Sadly, our lives,this time,
we’ll not share…
© Kait King, 2015
I’m not looking
for somebody else
I just want to
see you
I completed your
lie detector test
and everything I say
is true
There is no rhyme
or reason
to why we feel
this way
but this won’t
be successful
with all the games
you play
I really want to
believe you
but I think
I’ve been
a fool
I just want to
keep silent –
with you
I’ll lose
my cool
So I cry
quietly
in my pillow
in the night
Knowing things
are ending
Knowing things
aren’t right
Knowing that
no matter what
you don’t love me
the same
I’ll be the one
at night
alone, I’ll cry
your name
© Kait King, 2015
I breathe feelings
I dance emotions
and coddle dreams
I rap time
if it’s mine
and wander the roads
of forever
I trickle into hearts
sometimes I’m poured
sometimes it’s voracious
sometimes
bored
The mystical flow
of the words that glow
in the firelight
faces wait
breath held in
anticipation
waiting on
the words of love
so soft
so real
so true
I feel them
Can you feel them too?
© Kait King, 2015

A velvet darkness
swallows me whole
squashing my air out
taking it’s toll
and all I want
is to breathe again
to run and laugh
with no restraints
The lost and forgotten
never truly gone
hanging on to your spirit
in some shape or form
But the velvet sleep
has a warming charm
as the comfort of death
it means you no harm
Succumb as you must
to it’s deathly grip
For you are the captain
and must go down with your ship
© Kait King, 2015

I didn’t want to
lay back
in the director’s
chair
I didn’t want to
take off my clothes
to help me get “up there”
I didn’t want to be
just bouncy breasts
on TV
I didn’t want my body
out there
for all to see
So I didn’t take
the money
I didn’t get
the job
not for any other reason
than I wouldn’t
suck his knob
© Kait King, 2015

You just don’t look
the same
Your skin so
pearlescent white
Your energy has
left us now
You’ve gone
towards the light
Your hand and cheek
cools quickly
A deathly stillness
about you, sets
If only you could
calm your family
And tell them not
to fret
You will be close
while they need you
They may even
know
But there will come a time
Sweet Angel,
when you really
have to go
© Kait King, 2016

With such confusion
I’m walking through a jungle
of desert
Holding
like a dam of emotion
my feelings –
when really I want to be
the river
rushing to meet and make
an ocean of you
Falling so crashingly in love
will it be a bad landing?
I draw our names
in the sand
and you carve your place
in my heart
© Kait King, 2015
It’s your ManSkin
You’ve draped me in
Folded tightly within
Your clasp
Where your love for me
and
Where my love for you
Will always be within
Our grasp
It’s your ManSkin
As I inhale you in
All of you
Pulling on my Heart
Kait King July 2018

No matter what you’re gonna say
I’ve gotta try and stay away
to keep my heart
my heart
You scream into my brain
like an uncontrolled speed train
I’ll go insane
I don’t even know my own name
No matter what I try and dream
you make me feel I am unseen
and it just stays the same
in the common denominator game
So we’re wasting all this time
ignoring all the signs
we sit in freeze frame
it just stays the same
I’m the common denominator
in the common denominator game
© Kait King, 2015

Somehow you get through – it’s not even that you learn to live with these things – they stay in our lives forever as part of who we are. In fact these are the things that make us who we are. They used to say this kind of suffering was character building. That may or may not be so, for me, it allows great reflection and understanding of my capacity to love and give love and in turn what it means to lose that.
One of the annoying things friends and family expect, is for you to “get over it” after a certain amount of time – whatever that time is. But there is nothing to get over. You can’t just imagine it’s behind you – things are not behind us, they are all a part of us. We carry them with the sum of ourselves. Maybe by putting things behind us we let our guard down, we love too easily again, we get hurt so much more because of that. Taking the good and the bad experiences is what makes you the person you are. Are you a fighter? Do you run away? Are you persistent? Do you give up? Whatever you do, you have to live with it – you don’t learn to live with it – there is no manual. You have no choice, choice has been removed from this section of your life and a loss of some kind has left a crater and a giant rock in the same place. Luckily the giant rock plugs up a lot of the feelings for a while – this is often known as shock. Eventually the putridness of your trapped feelings in this hole in your heart starts building up a mass of toxic gasses which must be expelled. This build up, over any period of time (as long as it takes you), causes a massive explosion. The giant rock is blasted apart from the hole in your heart. The tiny splinters of angst, hurt, devotion, honor,disbelief, love and any other betrayed related feeling you can imagine, is dug deeply into your heart and mind. Each little splinter of that pain has barbs of doubt, guilt and confusion holding them in place in your heart. And we can’t let go or it can’t let go of us or we don’t give ourselves permission to keep moving forward even though we are cemented in that time of tragedy and know that’s impossible, isn’t it?
The hard part is learning to navigate around these losses, grievances and betrayals, eventually like a powerful river we keep flowing around these rocks of hurt that seem like they will never shift or move. But they do erode – the erosion is so subtle and slow we don’t even notice and so it is, I believe, with tragedy, loss and grief; be that for a living being or a relationship of any kind. Loss leaves a big hole and a giant rock that you drag around with you all the time. Afterwards we question everything said and done, what could have been different, the “if only’s” and the “what if’s” with hopeless, empty dreams. Nothing can be changed. It is what it is, but I know I fight against this too, even though I understand the futility of the fight!
I think only in time will I manage to erode down that rock of loss, will I be able to take the sharp edges off and flow a little easier around the things put in my way that I have no way of changing. Perhaps time won’t heal the wounds, but perhaps time allows my river of life to smooth the edges of hurt. Perhaps it lets me build up strength so that I can push past that hurt easier, every time I have to go past that hurt again. Because it doesn’t go away….
I was reminded to clarify this, by a comment and I thank you; this is how it feels to the person who is so broken they can’t see any future or hope. Of course there are so many more options than suicide, but to the suicide victim there is not.

It hadn’t been a long time – only a matter of months, you could count them in days if you had to. But it felt like centuries. I missed my boy – he was loud and large in my little cottage, but now everything seems too large, too empty and way too quiet!
So landing in Sydney I couldn’t wait to see him and get a giant bear hug – his hugs are the only ones that are like that for me. It’s something very definable, tangible. Anyone else could give me a giant hug but they will never measure up to my son’s loving arms. I have never been a “clasp-hugger”, y’know, brief – per-functionary. There is no point in displaying affection if you don’t mean it. So yes, maybe he has only known how to hug like that – I love that about him. A helluva lot can be said in a hug. And hugging my son at the airport for the first time in ages was like a relief almost…a sigh of thank you Universe – he really is all good! He looked and felt healthy, his hair had grown even longer and his smile beamed across the crowd of anxious collectors. He stood out as if he was the only one in colour and everyone else was black and white.
I know I maybe could be describing everything else – and I’m sure it will come out, but my holiday was really about filling up my soul as a Mum. Spending time with that beautiful little spirit I had nursed, guided and shoved into this lovely young man in front of me, that I am so proud to call My Son.

A lisp
a whispered hiss
With a gristle hustle
and a deathly shuffle
you wind your way
back home
There’s a twist
and a freakish glow
in a freak show
the decaying beat
of a drum
hiss
a whispered kiss
of a driveling fool
your hunting days
are done
this
flayed lantern skins
bones used as tools
a soup bowl
not a soup bowl
but
a human skull
© Kait King, 2015