A Theft of Burglars

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A theft of burglars
crept into the night
they knew where
they were going
they had a place in sight
As they scuttled through
the darkened street
you could feel their energy
tense…
but upbeat
They were not all that young
in fact they were nearly all forty
and had been slapped on the wrist –
many times,
told they were naughty.
They all knew this time
that it was not the same
They were tired of pilfering
the small stuff
and wanted
bigger game
So the hunters they clambered
and climbed over a wall
Avoiding CCTV cameras
and a police phone call
Entering the darkened house
gold and cash
was all they saw
It hadn’t really dawned on them
there were people there
at all
So when the mother,
who was all alone,
got out of bed to
defend their home,
The burglars, they
did not take flight
the burglars, they stayed
and put up a fight
The burglars, they took off
as murderers into the night
and the murderers, they knew
that they had taken
a life

© Kait King, 2016

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

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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.

Unvaxxed didn’t do enough….Seriously?!?!

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I’m shocked, heartbroken and feel betrayed! I yelled as loud as I could at every protest. Was called everything under the sun  for saying the vaxx was poison. I lost friends and family, they turned their back on  me while I begged them to look at the research. I posted on every platform about the deception of our governments, the big pharma and corruption, elitists benefiting from our grief and pain. I know there were thousands of us yelling at the top of our voices, desperate to stop the madness. MSM shut us down and lied, social platforms restricted, banned us and lied, and the vaxxed themselves excluded us from their businesses, homes and families. They called us the river of filth, said we should die if we got covid, that we didn’t deserve medical care, a coffee, a haircut, to LIVE – for TWO FUCKING YEARS! Whoever wrote this is still blind, still asleep, still stupid. I know I’ve done and am doing my part and feel no guilt, just betrayal and disappointment.

https://instagram.com/stories/goodliontv/3026020002785234533?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=NTU1Mzc3ZGM=

Demon, call my name

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Demon –

Call me Frightalicious

Ghouls and Trolls

Ghosts and Monsters alike

Scaring, creeping, screaming death

Freaking the fuck out

of your night

Don’t start breathing

Hold it in

The Beasts of Evil

Burned like Sin

thumping heart, frightened mind

trembling like the child inside

Don’t you let them –

Not this time…

© Kait King, 2015

Every Time

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Every time my phone beeps

I’m wishing hard it’s you…

Kait King 2017

Just take more drugs…

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Pain eats you up

it gnaws on my

already

frazzled nerves

Pain is a game

I play against

my self,

my will,

my mind

Pain wears me down

it sucks away at my

strength,

my soul,

my life

© Kait King, 2015

Paper Cups

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” Paper is

the bottomless

cup

I can pour

myself into “

© Kait King, 2017

Life’s Lockdown

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There’s a quiet

Restlessness

in me

An audible

sssshhhhhhh!

A restless soul

pacing

trapped in

my Human

frame

Human house…

Human name…

or something else….

Kait King 2020

tattoo you

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my scars inside

and out

are my permanent ink

my life story

my art

© Kait King, 2015

Freedom Of Some Kind

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Untruth

Half Truth

No Truth

Just Lies

Corona

Not Covid

99 percent

Survives

Hopeless

And Helpless

On who we

Must Rely

No more

Tears or Shock

No more Time

To Cry

Anger

And Fury

Inside

after

Lies

But I will

Fight

For Freedom

Or else

I will Die

Kait King 8th of January 2022

The Somnambulant

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I don’t believe I am alone in thinking this – that some have buried their heads in the sand and choose not to face the demons. I do believe we need to stop sleep-walking and start uniting. Unity is the only way we are going to move forward.

It seems to me, that the majority of the governments and their media monsters, are corrupt and need to be removed. Completely restructured – no person awake to what is really going on is going to want to leave any of those governmental people in place – I’m sure!

Now, I’m talking globally above and I come from New Zealand, so looking a little closer at NZ ’cause it’s what I know and what I’m living right now.

It’s been flabbergasting, our poor country has been literally burned to the ground by our finally, thank Dog, soon to be ex-prime minister, Jacinda Ardern. No one in the history of this country has so divided its people, twisted the law of man and land, lied about so many unfinished – never intended projects, decimated the economy, separated friends and families under mandates, stolen final moments for loved ones, lockdowns causing unprecedented suicides, joblessness, mortgagee sales – it is just endless.

The filthy World Economic Forum baby, Jacinda, steps down officially tomorrow – the 7th of February 2023. I’d love to cheer and celebrate. But her clodhopper flat heels have been filled by the so quaintly coined, by the incredible comedy journo Derty Sesh, “Chris Bitchkins” – the PM’s understudy, Hipkins. He and Jacinda go way back. University days back. WEF Young Global darlings days back…

So nothing has changed. The parties haven’t changed. The bullshit being spun hasn’t changed. The childish squabbling, the virtue signaling, the Elite, the lies – none of this is what I want to carry on with. Heading towards 15 or 20 minute cities, social credit scores, lockdowns, bugs for food, natural vitamins and remedies restricted, mandates and more slavery. Assigning slavery to our children, our grandchildren and our great grandchildren and so on.

I know my ancestors blood wasn’t spilled in vain when they fought for freedom, for my freedom. I will not just hand that freedom over to be even further enslaved or controlled altogether.

Ultimately there are more of us than them….

Frankenfearless

/ Kait King / 9 Comments

Frankenfearless –
I am not
The monsters make
me nervous
We meet them almost
every day
So navigating life
can be perilous

© Kait King, 2015

one two….

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2 sugars

1 coffee

stirring up your day

2 people

1 future

they will be ok

1 wish

2 dreams

watch it float away

1 hope

2 worlds

1 lifetime to play

© Kait King, 2015

The Writer’s Blogk: Observation 2

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  1. Poetry, or writing, isn’t a forced process, I wake up at night to scribble down stuff. I keep a pen and notebook at hand so that I don’t lose anything – I may wake up in the clear light of day and just think it’s a load of crap….but at least I get to verify that!

Kick-start

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kickstart

Thunder claps slap me in my stomach and heart

the sound so loud I can feel it’s power to my core

the rain is disjointed, fragmented and like nails

brittle, metallic, piercing upon my tin roof

cold drapes her cape and darkness is too early

Winters’ chilly breathe clings to me and all else

with crispy grass and black icy roads

time hibernates,

in a torpor while waiting for

the kick-start of Spring

Iron grey afternoons, misty mornings and

chilly bedsheets

embrace every day with a choking chilliness

a resistant prisoner I will wait

as a hibernating bear or a frozen tundra

stillness and a rigor about me will be chipped away

with every day of Spring

as I am hurtled with a kick-start

back into a living thing

Treading Water

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Speeding up

Slowing down

Maybe just going

Round and round

© Kait King, 2015

Lyrics to Does me good in my Soul

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CH: I know what I have
and I know what I want
What I can’t figure out
is what it is that I don’t
Verse 1: I don’t have to take
their crap
and all that yakkity-yak
that does me no good
in my Soul
Verse 2: I’ve walked down
that track
And I have always
looked back
but that does me no good
in my Soul
Verse 3: ‘Cause I’ve cried
nearly every day
And that’s not just something
I’d say
’cause it does me no good
in my Soul
Verse 4: But then I look
at you
And I know Love
so true
and that does the World of Good
in my Soul
© Kait King, 2016

Is it

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So do you think it may annoy you
should I love you too much
That time would trap you
in a heartbeat
If I won’t give you up
Is it crazy to think
that you will only touch
my skin
stroke my hair
and let me in
Will it be overwhelming if I say
I love you every day
leave notes in your lunchbox
and always want you to stay
the night
the week
forever
Is it rude of me to want all of you
not a share, a percentage or a piece
but the everything and nothingness
of you
the very most
and
the very least
© Kait King, 2015

When

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driven cat

“When you’re driven – you get places.”

© Kait King, 2015

Your Old Sweaty Shirt

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That’s the last thing you wore

that held your warm body close

It was the last thing before

your heart and pressure slowed

A cloth got to finally hold you

something I never got to do

People say that it was better that way

But I don’t know if that’s quite true

I hold your once sweaty t-shirt

drenched now with my own tears

and try to inhale what’s left of you

As it fades from all the years

© Kait King, 2015

Loss/values

/ Kait King / 29 Comments

People experience loss in very different ways. People experience what they value differently too. Depending on what you are taught to value, is how you will experience that loss. If, when growing up, you are taught the difference between giving, taking and sharing we form a basis for understanding value. If you are taught to value money and possessions, that these things make you the person you are, things define you. What if you go bankrupt and lose everything – will you commit suicide? Money and success has represented you and your life.

But if money was not the valued commodity and family was – if you lost everything materialistic, wouldn’t your family or friends have the most important value to you, not your image of success? Family and friends are there when nothing and nobody else is…

How do you define yourself? What is really important to you? How do you represent yourself in the world?

Just food for thought….

I buried you, I hope you don’t mind

/ Kait King / 53 Comments

What do you mean?
You don’t get it?
I’ve talked the hind leg
off a donkey
telling you why it is
what it is
and no
I don’t regret it
How can you say that?
How would you know?
I get pissed that
I’m not good enough
I won’t put my
assets on show
I watch you
watching yourself
under the radar
so low
Hiding who you
really are
and now I wish
I didn’t know
When did you do that?
Is it like someone I know?
There is no name, no face
No one to show
And I need a body
to bury
So I can let you go

© Kait King, 2015

So I Lie To Myself

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Not all is well

In this tepid Hell

Frogs in a slow

cooking pot

Unaware how pleasant

is now

Unpleasant

And uncomfortably

hot?

So I lie to myself

Are we just stupid

Foolish

Or maybe just dumb?

That we can see

The wood for the trees

Eventhough

All the chopping’s

Been done?

Are we blind

Because we can’t

Seem to see

All the harm being done

To our precious families

Are we blind?

Kait King 2022

I can’t help it

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Lonely words

on a hungry page

I see you through

a love-drenched haze

I’ll make it through

the crying days

I can’t help it that I love you

Bleeding heart

in a tortured mind

I never thought

You could be unkind

But I ll make it through

the hurting time

I can’t help it that I love you

© Kait King, 2015

Some easy listening…

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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

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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?

/ Kait King / 26 Comments

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

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

Kait King 2018

The doyley of pain

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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….

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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

Brick Walls

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Describe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.

I believe it’s been

All the wrong ones

The bad decisions

The poor choices

They were my teachers

The water needed to grow

Were the tears that I cried

My food was

food for thought

I learned

I grew

I knew,

I knew….

More than an easy before

Way….

Way much more

Kait King

NZ weather…

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Okay, so we’ve had horrendous flooding here. There’s been death and destruction. People and landscapes have been changed forever. A long recovery stretches ahead but as a Kiwi, I know we’ll band together as we do and pull it together. That’s one of the things I love about my country.

But the weather, not so much! We get a lot of rain on average and although you have a gap of blue skies, somewhere, on most days, it still seems to rain a shit tonne. But after this never before seen deluge we’ve experienced, I shall have to find something else to whinge about.

But it does make me wonder about CERN and HAARP and cloud-seeding. Practiced by China, South Africa and Australia as far as I’m aware. There may be many countries messing with our global weather, trying to get their’s right!

What do you complain about the most?

The tumble of Schnauzers mentioned previously in “Be careful what you wish for”, as per request :)

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This is Eddie – she is such a smart cookie – look at that wise little face – a fur baby wrapped in cuteness!

Eddie wrapped in a towel

This is Patsy and Eds – when they were littlee’s – Patsy on the right and Eds left (obviously!) :/

Patsy n Eddie babies

P and E couching

This is Eddie sleeping on Patsy ….well, contemplating life, anyway….:)

Are you ok: podcast

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https://anchor.fm/kait-king/episodes/Are-you-Ok-e12p9ee

Sunday morning, like every morning, starts as my inspiration with an incredible sky, sun or storm. But I have to lift the blinds first.

Kait King ©2017

A View with a Room…

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The latest pod

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Listen to an episode of my podcast: Oh no, I can’t get over it https://anchor.fm/kait-king/episodes/Oh-no–I-cant-get-over-it-e13o9va

Decomposing flesh? Er…No Thanks

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What are your feelings about eating meat?

I’m a realist. I know people will never stop eating meat. But I do want them to think about the facts involved in meat production. People are consuming the terror, cruelty, and hell that that animal went through before it was murdered.

Not only is their flesh tender because they leave it to rot for up to 6 weeks or more, but also because the poor soul has been terrorized and releases certain chemicals of fear and distress which apparently ‘tenderize ‘ the meat too. I am horrified at the way they are treated. If you are going to sacrifice these unwilling, sentient beings so you may eat flesh (there’s plenty of other stuff to eat), then at least treat them with kindness, respect, reverence, even. But we don’t.

Below are pictures of Smudge, my 300-pound house-pig. He was a week old when I got him and turns 1 on the 14th of February 2024. He was rescued from a crated pig farm. He had 16 siblings, who now at 9 months old will be slaughtered or placed in a gas chamber, screaming in fear and terror.

I give Smudge the best life I can. I remind myself that he is living his best life for the other 16 piglets, too.

I just want people to think before they eat or purchase, in particular, production line products. Smudge is a funny, quirky, intelligent, devious, curious, grumpy, cute companion. He’s deserving of his life – just like you or I, it was gifted from the creator. Who are we to take it? And if you had to kill and butcher your own….could you?

Smudge as a baby, with Frank

What! No….

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If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?

I would love to be an international cat burglar!🤣🤣

But there’s so many more…..

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Name your top three pet peeves.

Ignorance

Cruelty

Unkindness

Anything with eyes…

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What are your favorite animals?

Except potatoes 😊🌻