You say the words
I want to hear
But your actions tell me
loud and clear
that you don’t even
want me here
© Kait King, 2015
You say the words
I want to hear
But your actions tell me
loud and clear
that you don’t even
want me here
© Kait King, 2015
And confusion rages
like a winter storm
pushing through my
veins and there’s nothing
I can think
Although there is plenty
I could do
But the storm is
blinding and vicious
And I’m thinking of
my life
Like between a rock
and a hard place
And no, I’m not trapped
I’m not unhappy…
with right now
As the ever-bleeding
heart I’m eased
into the terror of
the unknown
It’s not a bad dream
If it was I wouldn’t know if
I really want to wake up –
Does this just mean for me
that it’s time to face reality?
© Kait King, 2016
So I’m asked to describe how I concentrate to write or focus on anything when pain is such a major contributor in my life and a permanent. I thought about it for a second. The doctor had used the whiteboard and drawn “my brain” with pain in the background and words like focus, concentration, motivation scribbled at the front with arrows looking like they were trying to get into my brain. Understandably these things all present a challenge but the way I see it, is that the pain is like an intricate piece of lace that is draped across my brain. In between the detailed lacy gaps things like concentration, motivation and focus do filter through. And depending on how tight the stitching is sometimes it is easier for those things to flow through and other times not so much. This might make sense to some of you – I’m not sure.
Also I’m not big on the word hope. I don’t want hope – I want it sorted now or I will just live with it until some such miracle cure arrives – but I’m not spending my life or any time at all with the hope that I will be fine again. It is what it is. They say hope is a word used for people who don’t want to accept. That is not who I want to be – I know a part of me longs for my body to be pain free but that is just not how it is.
I believe that determination comes from my soul and I will carve my way through whatever it is the universe chooses to share with me and be grateful at the same time – because even though I can’t walk very far, I can write – just a different double u (w)…. 🙂
© Kait King, 2015
I am a Master bater
doh….
Baker…..!!!!
Master baker!
© Kait King, 2015
My Mum and Dad in Queen St, Auckland 1956
I walk down the aisle
my eyes passing over cards
words springing out
about Mum going
the whole nine yards
And I stop to read a few
The words just seem
insipid
when I think of you,
Mum
A journey into the intrepid
Four babies later
and over 60 years married
Through wars, tonsillitis,
tears and love you tarried
Now here I am
a mother too
And these words I say: “I love you”
Have also come
from my son’s mouth
and heart
But to say them to you
doesn’t even begin to start
to express what a fantastic Mum you’ve been
You’ve done a good job,
I’m a good human being
So I tell you you’re an amazing Mum
and people are proud of the job you’ve done!
© Kait King, 2015
I can hear the cicadas
with their sliding
grinding legs
laughing kids
melting ice-creams
Clothes freshly dried
on a line
neatly pegged
That sun shine
warm tar
summer rain smell
That open-roofed car
chasing oceanic swells
Those exotic looking palms
lining Rodeo-type roads
giggling girls
in bikinis and curls
with their Summer Sunbodies on show
© Kait King, 2015
Beleaguered bones
please carry me there
Flattened feet
walk on
Before an age of telephones
while life is unfair
a vicious sweet
a blessed carrion
you read
you eat
walk on
© Kait King, 2015
I just want you to know
that you are not alone
I know it sounds empty –
we can’t talk
I can’t hug you
I can’t invite you into my home
But I need you to know
that there is someone out there
someone who also feels the same
is sick of the same game
and shares the same fears
If I can make you understand
this is not what defines you
but the choices you make
from this day forward
even when you don’t know
what to do
© Kait King, 2015
I come home
the cat’s at my feet
kids are crying
but there’s nothing made to eat
It’s a hard day at work
with paper knee deep
and the heater’s broken
so I can’t get to sleep
Yet another day comes
we follow like sheep
I can’t find the faith
to make that big leap
I know I shouldn’t take it in
so very, very deep
But it seems to be sort of extra hard
when you aren’t someone who cheats
© Kait King, 2015
But…
I let you in
Nobody
gets in
You’re supposed to stay
not walk away
I shared
everything –
gave you my all
you were supposed to love me
not push me
and watch
me fall
© Kait King, 2016
If you’re very rarely or never told “No” or don’t have to wait or work for anything, will it be a harder struggle to get on in the World? (This is based on most normal and reasonable of situations – single or separate parenting included and of course, on a continuum).
In the “Real World” no one else treats you the same way as your parents do. No one else cares the same way for you as your parents do. No one else in the World will give you the same leeway. Will one lack a certain resilience because one can’t deal with a No, or don’t understand why it’s a No?
Your Ego takes a beating, hearing all those ‘yeses’ and how wonderful you are at everything and then a No would just take the wind right out of your sails, it’s a shock. Is it about that resilience? Even against adversity and with all the curve balls life throws you, wouldn’t it be better to be able to face that adversity? I am not talking about being a nagging No Hound about everything – but I do think we need to prepare our children for “out there”! Just tell them the truth, make them stand for something, let them know what their strengths and weaknesses are and let them embrace them all and use them to their best advantage in this crazy Life.
If it is about resilience then we must give our children that strength and fight. They need these things to be able to survive – and not just survive but to live well.
Kait King 2017
What cruel god
sent you to me
dark hair
dark eyes
dark soul
What fallen angel
turned on me
bitter anger
bitter words
bitter mind
What desperado
begged to be
the embittered mind
and darkened soul
in me
© Kait King, 2015
warped, crippled twisted and blackened
my monsters will be set free
decrepit, decayed, barren of soul
sit here or there and all will see
Damaged, Dangerous, Dark and Fright
my monsters travel day or night
bad dreams,
bad thoughts,
dark, gnarled,
knuckle-bite-fright
not all is as it seems….
© Kait King, 2015
“I’m so bored
but I’ve got so much
to do!”
“So what have you done then?”
“Nothing…
And you?”
© Kait King, 2017
So it’s another day – whoopdeefrickendoo
Another uncharted territory I have to see myself through
crap…
no map
© Kait King, 2015
There’s this buzzy
little feeling –
right in the center of me
And although my body is weighted
something in there
has zero gravity
Is that my Troubled Spirit
or could it be my Lonely Soul?
If I caste this bodily feeling
is it my Spirit that makes me
Whole?
© Kait King, 2016
I never wanted to use my WordPress site as an openly resistant, political page, but I feel that right now, I’m left with no other option.
New Zealand, the beautiful clean and green, happy little island country we are portrayed as, by the government and its departments, is just not true.
In the last few months I’ve been witness to the uprising of Kiwis who have just had enough. Groups of peaceful people who want to see change to the tyrannical government, its subsidiaries, fascist politicians, policies, borders and mandates.
Jacinda Ardern, our shitty leader, is dropping radically in the political world. She is viewed as both a fascist and a communist, holding hands too tightly with the CPP for most of our comfort.
Many of us are against doing that to ourselves let alone our kids. Now we have lockdowns, borders and mandates. But for what? In NZ 500 plus people die of the flu every year, in TWO years Covid has killed 33 people here. With a worldwide survival rate of 99.93% the reaction to this virus has been like way, waaaay over the top. So is there something else going on here? Why do you need booster shots? Did the last 2, 3 or 4 not work? This ‘vax” has not one iota of Covid in it. By definition a vaccine has a part of the virus in it for your body to learn to recognise it. I see sports people dropping like flies after their jabs and booster shots. Young people just dropping dead on the field in the middle of a game or training.
Known locally as The Prime Sinister, she has mandated an experimental vax (I just can’t call it a vaccine, because it just isn’t!). With all of the scaremongering going on worldwide about Covid-19 and the Delta variant, many were duped (and I really do mean tricked!), into getting this fucking jab that I believe is poisonous, untested and has a very unsound background.
The Prime Sinister’s husband, sorry, life partner?, told families to hold the grandchildren to ransom to get the grandparents vaxxed. What the actual fuck!?! Who would EVER say that, to withhold anyone from anyone like that is pure and simple BLACKMAIL. Our Prime Sinister has sunk to the lowest levels. Our mainstream media also paid off by the big guys, their reporting belittling the amount of Kiwi’s turning up to protest. Now she flies everywhere because where she goes, the protesters go. We are reported and spoken of as anti-vaxxers and that is the furthest thing from the truth. We just want the CHOICE to do the jab or not. We are just pro choice and freedom. Why are we trapped from our loved ones? This Covid virus is just another flu, stay home if you’re sick and even less people die from it. If a vaccine was to be mandated shouldn’t it be for the flu that kills over 500 people a year? None of this is making sense and we need to connect the dots and take action. Someone in power and a position of trust has way more accountability and needs to answer the people. There’s plenty of clips and information online showing Ardern not addressing questions and avoiding press. I believe there should be a council elected by the people – I’m not sure how that works, but not one oligarchic egotistical tyrant should rule over anybody singularly.
On the 15th of November thousands of healthcare workers, teachers, doctors, nurses and everybody else in that sector had to choose between the jab or their job. Thousands walked out yesterday. Our prime sinister is a bully and an out of control political leader. She will go down in history as one of the most hated and divisive leaders of New Zealand. She has split up families, stopped people seeing each other, stopped people hugging and loving each other, scared children and is now trying to poison them too. The list is endless and I wish to see her and her clowns removed from the government and held accountable for the inhumanity to man. Many human rights have been broken and we, the People, will unite and will take our home back from these evil vulgar elitist monsters.
So this is my rant about my home, in a nutshell. We are fed up and wanting the world to see NZ in the real shadow of this evil dictator. We, the people, want our home back.
Kait King – spoken on behalf of those freedom fighters who feel the same way!
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