Lyrics to “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

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

Music to My Ears

music to my ears Artist-In-Fla-Carved-Skull-Violin-Decoration

If Pain

was Music

it would be

a Shrieking Violin

The Shriek

that makes

your Ears

Close off

without putting

your Fingers in

© Kait King, 2016

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

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

Please Don’t…

please don't

Please don’t make me

feel stupid

for cherishing you

Don’t laugh

at my love

I don’t know what else

to do

Although I guess

it’s pretty clear

that I’m not the one

for you

© Kait King, 2015

☆WTF!??? I’m just so disappointed…I loveD Ellen deGeneres (Ellen theGenerous)

ellen degeneres

Ellen deGeneres

I feel like you’re one of us

When I see you on TV

I really feel you’re talking to me

And you say life is

not easy

when yours just seems

so breezy

and It’s not money that plays that part

but the love

beating in your heart

UPDATE: Was I so so wrong….💔

© Kait King, 2015

My Joy

My joy

your face

My life

misplaced

My breath

filling space

Alive,

still

© Kait King, 2015

Cataclysmically Incorrect

If I win

I will have won this

fair and square

If I lose

I will have lost this

and won’t have to care

about you

or your new girlfriend

If I’m wrong

I will be cataclysmically incorrect

I will owe on every bet

and beg you to forget her

and her endless bank account

legs and youth

If you could just be brave

and tell the truth

But I see you squirming

awkward in your plush car seat

I can see the worm –

it’s turning

Now it’s with me

you cheat…

© Kait King, 2015

The Neighbourhood

In the neighbourhood
it’s not so good
people get hurt
nearly every day
And even if you knew
who did it
you could never say
In the neighbourhood
it’s not so good
that’s where the body lay
Where his Mama cried
where others had died
And all the community
could do
was pray
© Kait King, 2015

iPad or iCare?

ipad icare

We teach our kids

to have a smaller

phone

a faster car

a bigger home

We teach our kids

to take what

they can

Never mind

if you

stomp on

plant

animal or

man

Little

do we know

the devastating

result

will be that

human life

on Earth

will grind to

an abrupt halt

© Kait King, 2015

Changeling

Changeling

With a chattering

anxiety

A rattle pill-filled

state

the brain-numbing

chemicals

change the look

on

my face

That’s just

on the

outside

inside

it gets bad

Outside

is just a

cosmetic push

Inside –

you can’t change

sad…

© Kait King, 2016

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

Riddle me this 1…

Riddle 1

How can a shriveled, dried up piece of skin, with empty glass eyes even vaguely represent the fluid energy of movement and the mystical mythical beauty of a live animal?

© Kait King, 2015

X Marks the Spot

What my pen is to paper

my heart is to mind

My pen carves a life

across pages of time

White paper speaks purity

a story untold

the cursor marks the spot

start writing,

Be bold

Kait King 2015

Somethin’ heavy like: Why are we here…?

Why are we here

“I believe we are here to fill our souls not our wallets…”

© Kait King, 2015

I Just Wanted

i-just-wanted

I just wanted

to be happy

As baffling as

that may seem

I just wanted to

spread Kindness

Remove the idea

of being mean

I just wanted

to have Peace

As impossible as

that seems

but it’s ok, they say,

to always have dreams

There is no need to

“stand your ground”

It isn’t yours, for a start

It will still be here

When we’re not around

It’s much better to leave

a piece of your Heart

© Kait King, 2016

Why

Nobody knows me

better than me

Nobody knows better

what will set me free

Nobody knows

what I need better

So why can’t I give it

to me?

© Kait King, 2015

Music Love

Music to my ears
bouncing round my soul
shining through my eyes
making me feel full
precious stones of a polished melody
the funky bass is outta sight
pulling strings in harmony
the drums all sittin’ tight
the words are lazy, cruisey, bluesy
summer feeling
stealing through
the music drifting, holding
lifting
Music Love is true
my Music Love is true…
© Kait King, 2015

Only Sometimes…

Sometimes I pull my jersey
up over my head
or just want to stay curled up
in my too big bed
I just want and wish
everything to go away
I feel numb, time is timeless
and
I don’t know what to say
Sometimes it makes me feel like
I’m only ten
and I’m playing hide ‘n’ seek
again
Sometimes I want to curl into
a ball
and say good bye
to it all
Sometimes I don’t know if I have
the energy to breathe
let alone anything else
life has
up it’s sleeve
Sometimes I wonder
what a life would be like
if I could be set free
without string
and fly like a kite
Sometimes I doubt
what lies in front of me
I try not too look too far ahead
as I might not like
what I see

© Kait King, 2015

I place the brain in its’ skull….

Place brain in skull

When I finally find my rhythm and I am the one eager to push forward. When I can’t help but mould and mash a character of no charm, or carefully fine tune a delicate life, an angry spirit, that tortured soul….nothing can stop me. Time is of zero meaning or consequence. Food and water are not necessities, they are interruptions – as is anything else that must drag me from my Frankensteinian stupor. My frenzied, impassioned creation can sometimes make me feel overwhelmingly powerful or incredibly tiny as I realise how childlike my perception might be…or is it drama queen stuff? Not naivete…surely….not another avenue to explore…surely. Let me write it out of me in some shape or form so I can recognise it in some shape or form, not just a passing thought….a forgotten idea, feeling…story. Place the electrodes and blast it into the light, out to the night, encompassed in fright…write, write, write

© Kait King, 2015

Sprinkles

icecream sunday

“You don’t need ice-cream to make an awesome Sunday…”

© Kait King, 2016

The Writers’ Blogk: Observation 3

  1. If you are unable to move your perception around, then you may only be able to write one-dimensionally.

Doubtful

doubtful

You know deep down

inside of you

What is wrong

and when it’s true

You do know that

you have a voice

You can escape if

you make the choice

You know even

if shit goes down

That you will handle it

without

support around

Sometimes you feel like

you’d be better off dead

But you have to

remove those thoughts

Stay positive,

Keep your head

© Kait King, 2017

No Problem

no problem

Any time and everywhere

when you’re thinking people stare –

you’ve got a problem

If it doesn’t matter what they say

And you think yours is the only way –

you’ve got a problem

When you think you’re doing fine

Everyone else says you’re out of line –

you’ve got a problem

And if you think it stops right here

I don’t think you’re thinking clear –

you’ve got a problem

When a lover walks on out

saying your’e just a lay-about –

you’ve got a problem

© Kait King, 2015

The 3 Little Piggies and other schizzle

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Thanks to all of my followers, fans, friends and family 🙂 I really appreciate all of your follows, comments, advice and shares. I hope you enjoy my blog and my recent thriller killer novel on Amazon called The 3 Little Piggies and now 2 poetry books, Supine Exsanguinations and unseen poetry, My See-Through Mind also available on Amazon (please check out the Kait King on Amazon button on my site). I need reviews – the good, the bad and the ugly – please don’t be shy!:)

I’ve really enjoyed writing a blog and getting some of my stuff out there, actually it’s over 400 pieces of writing so maybe more than just some 🙂 Thank you for reading my blog, for commenting and letting me know how you feel and what you think – I love it and feel like I may have found a place in the blogosphere.

It really does get easier as I share more and realise those who read me, share these things with me as well. I have become comfortable with the WordPress tools and applications. I have been fortunate to have had only very minimal negative contact from anyone and that was a while ago, when I first started here. So again, thank you to all of you wonderful people who have made it easier for me to bare my soul! And also to all of you amazing people who are brave enough to put yourselves out there too!

Thank you – without you,
my life would be a little less inky!

Kait King

My SupaSista

This is for my amazing SupaSista
Who has been my strength throughout
My bestest friend and my sister
I just couldn’t do without
Tea and piklet scarfing
Feeling handbags and clothes
Sharing everything like it’s
with myself
Things no one else knows
I’ve been at my lowest
Boy, that was lowest low
And there she was like a shining beacon
Loving me and letting me know
Happy Birthday to my incredible, dynamic, smart, funny, and beautiful sister – I can’t tell you how blessed I feel that you’re a part of MY family! I love you so much xxx

sigh….

sigh

Sometimes I stare blankly at my computer screen, it gives me nothing back and I have nothing in my head. Yet it feels like something is very close…all I have to do is start. Just start somewhere…even if it’s exactly what is in my head – like “sigh”… They say writing is a discipline and this is very true for me. Even though once I’m actually writing I’m sucked into the void, it is sometimes a struggle to start. I love writing and get lost in the whirlwind of it all, and then wonder – why am I so resistant at times? Am I worried my words will get used up? I won’t have anything to write? And I have to mentally slap myself on the wrist – how shallow I am to think I would have experienced and felt everything there is to feel and experience so I could write about it.

The world and universe are far greater than the capacity my brain has to understand all things. I really am but a grain of sand in the big picture of things. We all are – but grains of sand make stunning beaches and pieces of paradise when put together….I wonder if there is something we should be learning from this? And who would’ve thought that a mere grain of sand on its’ own also had the power to change perspectives. That paradise beach is not so out of reach for the human race – if only we all stuck together to keep paradise a paradise…

A Mantra for those Suffering from Violence

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You will never

have power over me

You’ve taken everything

that you can see

but you will never

have power over me

You will never

have my mind

You’ve beaten me black

held me behind

But I promise, you will never

have my mind

You will never

have my soul

You tell me I’m ugly

stupid and old

But I swear, you will never

have my soul

© Kait King, 2016

And then…

and then

I thought that I had fallen in love

and then I met you

I thought that I had felt true love

and then I met you

I thought that I had given my love

and then I met you

I thought that I had been in love

then I met you

I thought that I had lost love

and then I lost you

© Kait King, 2015

Who are we to Judge?

Who are we to judge

I have a secret

I will never tell

‘cos I think it will send me

straight to burn in Hell

Not by some god or

our changing Universe

but simply by Earths’ humans

the Worlds’ damning curse

Judgemental, judging

limited in their view

I must be of some demon

if I don’t see it like they do

© Kait King, 2015

Andy’s Addiction

Andy's addiction

Andy has a problem

he doesn’t know what to do

there’s a monkey glued to his back

and it’s really chewing through

his heart,

his bank account,

his tired soul.

Andy has a problem

he doesn’t know how to say

that he doesn’t want to be here

not for another single day

of hurt,

of frustration,

in an angered mind.

Andy knows this problem

he knows what he should do

but it wraps him up and chokes him

and he can’t see his way through

another single day

with no way

to feel.

Andy can’t reach out for help

that would just mean pain

How can he reach out for help

when his hand is trapped

by shame

and addiction

and fear.

© Kait King, 2015

Crystal Meth-I-Didn’t-Mean (Methamphetamine)

Crystal Meth

An addicts’ breath

Inhales a

smoky dream

In reality

You’re never free

Just a brains’

endless scream

Crystal Meth

Talk in depth

Required by any means

Close to death

That last crystal breath

It’s not as great as it seems

Crystal Meth

Families bereft

Bury a loved one, crying

Cold caress

This Crystal Meth

And our children

keep on dying

© Kait King, 2016

Be Careful What You Wish For

She gazes across
an icy panacea
The kestrel above
calls when he sees her
The sun, though present,
is fractionated
It’s warmth not worth
being appreciated
A tumble of Schnauzers
race to greet her
A ten out of ten
on the Cute-O-Meter
Gazing liquid eyes
desperate to be touched
It was nobodys’ wonder why
she loved them so much
Their little furry faces
had such a lot to say
She couldn’t imagine being
without them
every single day
Although things weren’t perfect
in a very imperfect life
And she would have no more children
and may never be a wife
But the beauty all around her
and the freedom that she loved
Was all that she had asked for
from the Universe above

© Kait King, 2015

What is it

imagesseductive cat

What do we want

from each other

what do we hope

to discover?

Are you a friend…

or my lover?

© Kait King, 2015

You know you know…..

you know you know

You already know –

You know you’ve

known for ages

But just didn’t

want to look into

that ugly face

or go to that

ugly place

You knew months ago

when he was angry with you

when all you did

was be excited he was home

and he turned his back

and left you there alone

You already knew

when you could

smell the hint of perfumes

that you know you

don’t wear

Those whispered

phone calls

He doesn’t want you

to hear

You already know –

you know you’ve known

for ages

but just didn’t

want to look

into that ugly lying face

or go to that

ugly empty place

© Kait King, 2015

In spite of

I don’t believe
you have nothing to say
that you don’t want to stand up
and shout
“don’t treat me that way”
I don’t believe
you can keep quiet
for very much longer
the hate in you grows stronger
even though you deny it
it kills you every day
I don’t believe
there is happiness in you
that you skip through every day
that your glasses are a rose-colored hue
that you are not reliant in almost every way
but that’s just not true
You drag yourself through every day
knowing that he will
punch you
humiliate you
control you
and you want to kill him
for killing you –
you try to think of another way
but nothing else will do
you have no money, no car or hope
this mean,
ugly-spirited human
says you can’t cope
in the real world
But you know that’s not true –
right?

© Kait King, 2015

Endless

Endless

And in dreamland

I traipse

with leaden feet

Frightened

of my reality

Awake

when I’m asleep

© Kait King, 2015

Does it Sting? – aka Pointless

skeletal mona lisa

Does it sting?

Can you feel

my hate

my anger

blistering at you?

Inflamed and furious

that not even the

Herculean strength of my own

sanity will tie it down

My bitterness seeps out

of my pores

leaving a trail of

achingly sad tearful

nights and aimless lonely

days

Does it sting?

Can you feel me

loathing you from afar?

My hate for you is so

giant – it has to be visible

surely you can feel this

surely you know I am hating you

betrayed by you, unforgiving

of you – surely….

What do you mean, he’s got another girlfriend?

© Kait King, 2015

The Distance

The distance

between us

has run away

from me

Not even a little

puff of dust

did I get

to see

As the width,

the height,

the breadth,

the length –

Any kind of measure

you care

As it doesn’t

really matter

It only measures

the love

that’s not here

© Kait King, 2015