Mod-Rock-Vintage-Glam

Look at me

Say what?

Edgy, I get

but perhaps it’s time

to give a name to this

retro-mismatched

misunderstood era

of a better time

clung to with the echo’s

of laughing kids on bicycles

a dog barks and sprinklers spit

on the thirsty, but well-kept lawn –

you know the drill

Now we watch TV programs of that

magical but oh so dangerous era –

as never before or after the 70’s

has there been a true A-typical

serial killer – at least that we know of

Corruption and destruction

non-existent moon-landings

And milk that lasted outside for weeks

We thought we were moving forward

But there were glass-ceilings and

“no choice” let alone the freedom of speech

The Vietnam war left more bodies

falling over time, or walking like the dead –

than the count of the actual battle

Hate was not something of the past

activists and advocates battled for what’s right

and still there are the odd crosses found

burning in the night

© Kait King, 2015

Butt Crack

They’ve called it

Crack because

when you use it

you turn into an

Arsehole – as in

Butt Crack….

Kait King ❤ May 2018

Color blind

A color is neither good

Or bad…

People are.

Kait King 02 June 2020

My Love

The day draws painfully long,
my love
without you in it
The night a torturous silence,
my love
when you are not in my bed
A meal for two,
my love
is now a punch in my gut
and I cannot eat a morsel
thank you,
my love
let me thank you for
a lesson learned
As I never would have believed,
my love
that I would never be
with you
© Kait King, 2017

What I want to believe Real Women want

I’m quite happy being a Woman
I don’t want to be a Man
I don’t want to scratch my nuts
or take out the trash can
I don’t understand the confusion
about the Man and Woman sequel
Of course we are very Different
Different, but still very Equal
I am proud to be the Carer
The Fantastical Giver of Life
the gentle softness of
a safe place to fall
When you return from
a hard days’ fight
My Man, the strong Protector
The Bringer of that Life
who will be Honoured to care for me Truly
and with Pride
would call me his Wife

© Kait King, 2015

The best nightmares are the ones where you wake up before it goes bad…

The Best Nightmares

© Kait King, 2015

The writers’ blogk: Observation 6

  1. Eating chocolate does not a great writer make….disappointingly….and believe you me, I’ve tried and tried and tried and tried and tried and tried and tried and tried and tri…..

Child Abuse – The War

So you don’t

live in

a War Zone

At least not

one that

we can see

And you’ve

never been

aimed for or

shot at

But the gaping

bleeding wounds

may

as well

be

There are no

drones hanging

clanging alarms

rapid gunfire or

your screams that

anyone else

can hear…

But you do

Kait King 2020

The Hidden Object Blame

Is there really a light
at the end of some tunnel?
Have I lost the map
Did I throw it away
dirty and crumpled?
Have I lost my way
taken a wrong turn
can’t see the light
from the candles burned?
Is it that I’m blind
even though I enjoy vision
For looking I can’t see
and so much
remains hidden

© Kait King, 2015

Podcast #7 Playing dress ups

Listen to my podcast: Playing Dress Ups https://anchor.fm/kait-king/episodes/Playing-Dress-Ups-e16h8vt

Attention all mind readers…

She can read your mind….

There’s a part of me I don’t want people to see. Sometimes, I think my battle with writing at times is because of exactly that. If I write what I want to – which I do, this must make people (strangers and those I know too) think of me in a certain way. That’s just the way the cookie crumbles, we all represent in some way or another – the way we decorate ourselves, our homes, our cars insides….But that is easy to see when we visit people’s homes or meet them and feel akin to them or get a ride in their super tidy or super messy car – we are able to make assessments.
But what about when you really know very little about a person and yet you are able to read their minds, well in a way, kind of. I write what is in and on my mind and you are reading it….mind reader 🙂

© Kait King, 2015

Society’s Perfect Human

Don’t know why I’m here
but finally I see
there’s a few hard lessons
to be learned by me
And it doesn’t matter what I
think I’ve learned
I give so much
and still get burned
So how do we turn ourselves
into someone new
It can’t be the easiest thing
to do so
why do we try so hard
to be
society’s perfect human being?

© Kait King, 2015

What’s What…

He knows….BroD the baby possum!

Your soul is you. Your possessions aren’t…

Kait King 2015

Earth Angels are Real

It’s a beautiful thing

When you think

you know the world,

how it all works

That it’s dog eat dog

Self preservation is key

No one else will care

Just when I think

This world is lost

A lost society

Forgotten generations

There is no hope

For us,

Earth Angels step in

They do ride in on unicorns

Sprinkle fairy dust

Create magic and

Make dreams come true…

Kait King ❣ 21st September 2019

I just want it to end

So I’m sent back and forth

and around again

to specialists and surgeons

who say it’s in my brain

the wiring’s fucked

Is what they say

because a butcher unfortunately

hacked away

at your hope

your dreams

your aspirations

your purpose

you

Forgiveness and acceptance

words to deal with

spilling your guts makes you better

I think that’s just a myth

to stop me

hold me

trap me in belief

I just want it to end

© Kait King, 2015

It’ll pass

Temporarily insane

playing your little game

partly furnished

inside my head

only not working

if I should be dead

Temporarily out of order

please excuse the mess

you’ve caught me on an off day

How can I be my best?

© Kait King, 2015

My Uncensored Friendship With Words

It’s like

an unsticky web

how things

fall into my

head

Nothing ever

really gets

filtered out

Thoughts are

thrown at me

in a shout

Yeah, it is

pretty clear

something’s going

on here

Each inky

black thought

casting

immeasurable doubt

It even surprises

me

with the words

that I spout

Who wrote

those things?

Evil awful

creepings

Friends ask

Where on Earth

did you find

this out?

Why would

you write such

horrid things?

It gives pause

for thought

and doubt

© Kait King, 2016

Just Because….

Just because he’s fat
you can’t leave him out
like that
And even if it’s so
inside he’s like you,
y’know
And even when we’re angry
and think we are not wrong
it’s best to love and forgive
and learn to get along
Just because she’s different
and cannot see by choice
take a moment to listen
to her gifted singing voice
Because everyone’s born perfect
from different points of view
and the world would really be
quite boring
if they were all like me
and you
© Kait King, 2016

Creepy Creep Creeping

She didn’t want to know,

y’know

She didn’t want

to see

Her man had been

behind her back

creepy

creep

creeping

Another in denial,

sat

She really couldn’t

believe

He really couldn’t

have done that

creepy

creep

creeping

Your heart

is not safe

it says

your children

are in danger

the man you thought

was ‘dad’ material

turns out to be

that stranger…

creepy

creep

creeping

© Kait King, 2016

Glazed and confused

They’re staring at me

those doughnut holes

the sprinkles and

that fucking maple syrup glaze

Those different flavoured

cream-filled ones

screaming out my name

They ooze confidence

knowing my desire

my taste buds inflamed

those gooey pink shades

that sticky chocolate shine

that fucking maple syrup glaze

I can’t make up my mind

© Kait King, 2015

Lest Someone Forgets

Why won’t you sing our song
We sing yours over here
Why don’t you whisper
our fallen’s names
Or don’t you really care
If blood alone had been spilt
Could you tell that blood apart
Or perhaps without the body
You could tell the difference
in their hearts
Why won’t you sing our Kiwi song
They fought as brothers in arms
They all fell in the same stinking hell
They deserve a name whispered
in the calm
For the fallen ANZAC soldiers of New Zealand, who’s song (national anthem) is not sung in Australia. We recognise and sing the Australian anthem for all of them when we celebrate ANZAC day over here. They were “brothers in arms” after all. C’mon Australia – do the right thing.
© Kait King, 2015

Old Words Lost


Te Kopuru

The Chinese have called this generation of Taiwanese millennials “The Strawberry Generation.” To me, this seems appropriate to most of the world at this time. The Strawberry Generation is so called because they bruise easily, have no resilience, and give up in a heartbeat.
Because everything is so readily available online, whether it be from clothes to sex – you can own it, see it, have it – now, pretty much. I notice that our young people are not used to having patience or having to work for anything because everything is just ‘there’. So, have we created a generation of spoiled brats? Or impatient and uncontrollably angry and frustrated youths? Are these people going to be the adults who have to look after our elderly generation? I don’t mean to cluster everybody into the same box, as this is not fair or true, but I do believe that many of our young people have these attitudes and belief structures about life.
Along with instant gratification, there is also this “throw away mentality,” so we have the availability and the discarding instantaneously, of just about everything. This is now not just the discarding of unwanted objects like clothes or a cell phone, but the discarding of humanity. We throw away so much – even letters that belong in words. But that’s ok – I get it, it’s simpler, quicker, textier….it just feels like the next generation is forgetting how to spell – or never learned, or how to use grammar – capital letters, even. It just seems a little sad…and throw away, and wasteful…and sometimes fucking annoying to try and decipher when I shouldn’t be bothering anyway, but I do try.
I don’t think I would care so much if I wasn’t so into words, language, creating stories or getting a point across. I don’t want to live without words like devotion, loyalty, dignity, grace, honour. Not only that, but I want those words to be relevant in day to day relationships – at home, at work, at play. To operate in the world with dignity, with grace – these things seem not to have been shown to many young women. I want those words returned to us as women, I want them to be a part of how women are described. Not skanks, sluts, bitches, snobs, beeatch and every other name that is used to describe us these days.
And who wants to be loyal to, devoted to, or honor a slag anyway?

We Should… 

We should walk through life doing and being the very best we can be, just to show the Universe our gratitude for the gift of life…

Kait King 2015

Lyrics to Pretty Girl

Pretty Girl
With a trail of heartbreak
Pretty Girl
Chances they all take
Pretty Girl
If not for their own sakes
what will it really take
Pretty Girl
Now
Lonely Girl
Why’d you give it all?
Lonely Girl
Was it far to fall?
Lonely Girl
Leaving hearts so small
If you have a heart at all
Oh Pretty Lonely Girl

© Kait King, 2015

Violent Love

Wild animal

– resonate in me

Violent Love

Tender Brutality

Snake, lion,

tiger or sheep

– Passionate,

almost Violent Love,

to: shy,

submissive,

meek

Only 50 shades of grey?

That is what I

want to say

– That Hollywood crap

you can keep…

© Kait King, 2017

King Seat or Hell Hole podcast

Listen to an episode of my podcast: King Seat or Hell Hole: A creepy tale of an experience I had in an old insane asylum https://anchor.fm/kait-king/episodes/King-Seat-or-Hell-Hole-A-creepy-tale-of-an-experience-I-had-in-an-old-insane-asylum-e14it96

You Have No Idea

You have no idea

how precious

you are

How loved

adored

and wanted

You have no idea

how just

seeing your face

makes my day

my week

my life

You have no idea

how your

smile

brings me

great joy

near to tears

radiates to my heart

You have no idea

how I

desperately long

to hold you

to hug you

to touch

your precious face

Kait King 5th of June 2021

Choose to Lose

Oh what to do
when someone
cheats on you
Oh what to say
that even though –
you want them to stay
And how do you choose
how you want to lose –
you know he knows
he’s won –
and he’s already started
and nowhere
near
done
© Kait King, 2016

My friend

Peace and love

my friend,

love and light –

the sparking of

two energies

will bring light

into the night

© Kait King, 2016

I Chose You

Delicious man of mine
you succulent beast
Blessed me
on you, I feast
Gentle, closest honest
friend
I’d do this with you
all over again
So articulate
but an animalistic
lover
I choose you out of all
and to lie with no
other

Kait King 2017

Look at me…

Look at me

waffling on

happy as a bee

Look at me

skipping through life

thinking I’m free

Look at me

that wistful child

once so wild

and now independent

and grown

Look at me

with 3 under 3

and a house I don’t

even own

Look at me

shared weekends

if we’re lucky

And I know you’ve been

sucking

someone else’s cherry

lip gloss

Look at me

bitter days

long nights

spent watching crap TV

Never to be

free –

the very unhappy

divorcee

© Kait King, 2015

Yes you CAN!

#WestCoastKait

“You can forgive and still want revenge…”

Kait King 2017

Writer’s Blogk: Observation 7

7. Feeling guilty about not writing, will not help you write any better or quicker or make up for lost writing time…. let it go and write on

#2 – Unvaxxed didn’t do enough….Seriously?!?!

I also would just like to point out that the unvaxxed were begging their vaxxing brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, uncles, cousins, aunts, friends – who had jobs in all aspects of society – to NOT take that poisonous experimental gene therapy. They heard us loud and clear but decided to follow dictatorial tyrants instead of doing research, listening carefully to the language used – be discerning! Every situation like this, one needs to ask 2 critical questions.

1. Who are the stakeholder/who benefits?

2. What is the benefit to them?

Then just follow the money trail. For it is all about profit. Nothing to do with health or humanity – more like humonety. Money and profit for them at the expense of our grief and pain.

Some easy listening…

Listen to an episode of my podcast: Crazy Horse https://anchor.fm/kait-king/episodes/Crazy-Horse-e15fsdl

Podcast of: Oh no, I can’t get over it

Oh no, I can’t get over it. https://anchor.fm/kait-king/episodes/Oh-no–I-cant-get-over-it-e13o9va

Monetize Me or Dehumanize Me?

Seismic airguns are used to find oil and gas deep underneath the ocean floor. Airguns are so loud that they disturb, injure or kill marine life, harm commercial fisheries, and disrupt coastal economies. These blasts are repeated every ten seconds, 24 hours a day, for days and weeks at a time.

Crazy isn’t it – that money is the most important thing to have…

It’s not even just necessary to live anymore, but needed in excess of a gluttonous, consumable rate. Also, sadly at the expense of every other earthling – plant, mammal, marine, insect life. Ultimately at the expense of our Mother Earth – without whom we wouldn’t exist….But sure, let’s go ahead and blast the oceans, rape and pillage land and sea. Mankind is adventurous and a conqueror! Of what? Ourselves? War seems to already qualify that bizarre question!

Discovery and experimentation for the benefit of survival of all living things is most definitely a necessity, don’t get me wrong. But destroying our only home for the benefit of gaining money is a totally different story. Forward thinking has become about bank accounts when it needs to be about human accountability. Animals adapt to their surroundings, blend in – whereas people force the surroundings to adapt to what they require, causing droughts, floods, contamination.

Humans are the most alien thing to this planet – perhaps we are the ones who don’t belong here…

Kait King 2017

The Ultimate Design

Oh my Dogg! Designer Babies?!? Genetically engineered Humans?!? That baby is perfectly designed by YOU!

Kait King 2018

The doyley of pain

Doyley of pain

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

We need help….

Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: My home is being crushed under a tyrant. We need help, we need to be noticed as part of the uprising https://anchor.fm/kait-king/episodes/My-home-is-being-crushed-under-a-tyrant–We-need-help–we-need-to-be-noticed-as-part-of-the-uprising-e1bvq33