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
Writing
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
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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
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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
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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
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Autumn Shuffle
The smell in the air
has changed –
it’s more crisp
it’s more clear
but the sun steps up the day
still grateful when a breeze will play
with your hair
on your skin
the rays tan
a tanned shin
And evening strolls in with a quiet surprise
promising a summer’s eve but making it a lie
There’s still green in abundance
but a yellow starts to show
on the leaves further down
on the branches hanging low
And I wrap my blankets closer
as night saunters in
But I glow warmly in the dark –
it’s the sunburn on my shin
© Kait King, 2016
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The Writers’ Blogk: Observation 3
- If you are unable to move your perception around, then you may only be able to write one-dimensionally.
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A Mantra for those Suffering from Violence
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
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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
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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
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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
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What is it
What do we want
from each other
what do we hope
to discover?
Are you a friend…
or my lover?
© Kait King, 2015
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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
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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
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Does it Sting? – aka Pointless
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
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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
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For Anyone’s Peace of Mind
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
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Kidnapped
You’re bundled
into a car
you don’t know
where you are
You can hear the
indicator blinking
And it triggers your
panicky thinking
You try to count wildly
at something
Knowing ultimately
that this isn’t helping
trying to remember
the twists and bends
Wondering how on Earth
will this all end
© Kait King, 2015
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Do the Right Thing
I saw a man dragging a puppy
that didn’t want to go
And everyone else in the street didn’t want to know
“Don’t get involved!” said a nervous Mr Hay
And he crossed over the street
to walk the other way!
I saw a brother pinch his little sister
on her tiny arm
How could anyone want to do
another body harm?
“Don’t get involved!” said a spiteful Miss Melissa
She won’t play with me at school
and is meaner than her sister
I saw a man shout
and push a woman to the ground
She bowed her head and was crying
but you couldn’t hear a sound
“Don’t get involved!” said a crabby Mrs Mend
And I wondered for over a month
if that poor woman had a friend
But now I’m older and I know better
I want to pass this message on
If there’s a body in need
you must always take heed
Because nobody wants to go through it
alone
© Kait King, 2015
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Where again?
Where on Earth
can ou be?
If you’re not here on Earth
with me?
© Kait King, 2016
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Sexy Siren
Sexy Siren
in
satin red
Your luxurious folds
fall over
my head
Touching me
with the sagaciousness of a
man’s hand,
you rest
on my hips
The swing and
the sway
move like gloss
covered lips
as I turn to walk away
A hand grabs me and
pulls me
to bed
© Kait King, 2016
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Living in a Dream
I feel the sadness
in each new day
I see more of you
when less will stay
What can I say
to feel what you feel
for,
I live in a dream
I must face what is real
© Kait King, 2015
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My Dancing Feat
There were just
too many
in this crazy crowd
Crushing in on
me
So I’m unable to
shout out loud
It was just
way too
noisy
in that clamouring
sweaty swarm
Body smells too
pungent
The air I breathe in
is warm
The darkness
has a dampness,
a claustrophobic clamp
The lighting bulbous
and hypnotic –
like a giant lava lamp
A pulse
united in
a passionate beat
And ignoring all
the warning signs,
I’m led by my dancing feet
© Kait King, 2016
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Home time!

When I wake up
next to you
My heart just
wants to burst
In my sleep
I miss you
Like a screaming
blazing thirst
I drag myself
to work and back
just to see your smile
watch TV
talk a little
and make love for a while
when our rumbling
hungry stomachs
lever us out of our lovers’ nook
naked, we open and close cupboards
looking for something to cook
© Kait King, 2015
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Is a child molester worse than a child killer?
I just want to clarify that without a doubt – no form of abuse or harm, whatsoever to any living thing, is alright by me. I spend most of my waking moments and my work towards protecting our kids and vulnerable populations like animals, the elderly and handicapped as well. That was my whole focus for completing my Criminology degree – to be an advocate and a voice for those who cannot speak for themselves. With my psyche background, curiosity and life experiences I am led to many thoughts. Some I didn’t even know I would contemplate before I started my journey into crime and the criminal mind (as it were :)) I myself, have an analytical mind and like to have answers to things until there are no more questions left to wonder! And so with this in mind, I wonder if a child molester/abuser is worse than a child killer? I think to myself at least the child is dead at the hands of the killer and not turned into the living dead by the pedophiles in the world? My beliefs allow me to believe that the spirit of the murdered child will get a chance to return to the world if that is what existence means, but like I say – the child left alive is trapped in a living hell of self-doubt and self-flagellation/torture and that’s after the abuse has ceased. Sexual molestation is usually a prolonged relationship – an ongoing grooming and manipulation in order to keep the secret and obtain what the predator wants. Sometimes this goes on for years and is often times familial, or someone known to the victim, creating more guilt and a necessity for secrecy due to shame and embarrassment. So which is worse? Either way the victim and their family suffers and never would or should anyone have to make a choice between the two, but I am curious as to others’ understanding of the actual offender. And I also believe that if we discuss things like this more, we will gain a greater understanding of the predator and how we keep our children safe… So back to my question whether the child molester is worse than the child killer? Or are they just as bad as each other because whichever way you cut it, the life of the victim is taken away – physically or life as they should know it – but gone for good so that nothing is ever the same.
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You’re a Good Friend
You’re a good friend
I love what you do
when I come running
to you
You’re a true friend
One in a million
even though I can’t count
that far
I know I can count
on you
© Kait King, 2016
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Harlequinesque
I promise you it’s true
a clean slate
a new year
I can do this if I want to
with a clean break
not get stuck here
I really have turned a page
a corner
to face this fear
I truly have changed
grown stronger
happier longer but
still hiding a tear
© Kait King, 2015
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Phantom Job Syndrome
So in a nutshell, I’m at my psychiatrists – I’ve gone from hero to zero and today during my “session” about learning how to be a zero (that’s my perception), I was asked what it was like now having to re-define myself. what did I miss about my job? Funny thing was, the first thing I thought about was the office chair races we used to have at 3 am on night shift. Wheeling ourselves frantically up and down the hallway while a skeleton shift jangled its bones of authority at the miscreants in society, ourselves in the watch house excluded, of course. I smiled to myself, thinking of those nutty days which were not so long ago, but were so far out of reach it may as well have happened in the Pleistocene age. Then the loss welled up in me and I realised I would not be having any more office chair races, not at that Police station or any other at any time of the day or night…ever. So my doctor is great and hands me the tissues and asks me what’s happening and I say I can’t let it go. That this is like when those who have lost a limb feel that it is still there, still very much a part of them, Phantom Leg Syndrome – and that I have Phantom Job Syndrome. She laughed and said this was a great analogy and I felt grateful that she understood.
I just wished I could be The Phantom. I didn’t say that bit – I thought we’d end on a good note 😉
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I am a Winner
Everyone is so obsessed with winning at everything – work, sports, relationships – absolutely everything. I wonder if those people who are so focused on winning every argument, every game, every decision – have ever thought that they can let it go – like everybody’s a winner in the biggest race of all as far as I’m concerned. If you’ve been born then you have won the biggest race of all! You are a winner – the biggest winner out of millions of other sperm that were in a race for life – I am a winner – we won! Now let’s just succeed at being our own very best here instead of obsessing about being better than someone else’s best…
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Duty, Cathedrals and St Francis
Please be kind to all animals❤️❤️
I walk in
I can’t speak
the reverence
sucks the air
out of me
candles glitter
in shapes of love
for all of the animals
bestowed from above
And if it is what
they say to be true,
if I’m shaped like the shape
of a god, just like you,
I know that I am duty-bound
to share that love for all
all around
© Kait King, 2015
Please Be Kind To All Animals
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No, it’s not!
This is not a Horror Movie
This is Real Life
Where a Mother kills her Child
or a Husband kills a Wife
© Kait King, 2016
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Horrocide

Death by fright
3 am in the night
when slimy things
crawl with evil
intention
where Coffin Flies fly
and the sky is a scar
that’s all you get to look at
not to mention
a stinking mattress and
a heavy clanking chain
she saw what he did to the other girls’ brain
A frantic
frenzied
desperate head
pleading, begging, wishing
to be dead
Haunting
hurting
watching eyes
that cut glass with spite
coming for you
strangling life
killing you with fright
© Kait King, 2015
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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
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Does Anyone Ever
Does anyone else
ever feel
That this world
isn’t real?
That you know
you don’t belong
Perhaps the ‘Big Guy’
got it wrong
This is not
where you’re meant
to be
Running on the
hamster wheel –
trapped
and not free
Do you ever
think to yourself:
“I am the ostracized alien
I am the one
who doesn’t
fit in!”
And decide to make
a concerted effort
But remain
disappointed
So you retreat
and think,
“Fuck it”
© Kait King, 2016
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Acceptance
For me: “Acceptance is an attempt at freedom”
© Kait King, 2015
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Write is write and wrong is wrong
© Kait King, 2015
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You’re Leaving…
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
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Break my heart, why don’t you
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
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The Sea of You
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
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Having the Freedom to
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
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