Love

We love you Mum

/ Kait King / 24 Comments

we love you mum

And we have to say

It’s not fair you only get one day

When every second of every minute

We thank the Universe for putting you in it

There are not enough words

In any language spoken

All we have is a small token

Of our love to give

Reflected in the life we live

We’d tell you every single day

How much we love you in every way

Without you, we’d be nothing

Without your love, we’d not survive

Without your grace, care and kindness

We’d be born another child

So we thank you Mum

We are grateful for who we are

The equal sum of you and Dad

Have made us who we are

© Kait King, 2015

Lyrics to We’re in Love

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Lyr to in love

Verse

When

you come around

with summer

sunshine in your eyes

With the

sweetest touches

kisses

there can be no

disguise

You’re in love with me

Don’t you

see the way

I like to be

so close and in I

wanna feel

the passion baby

burning on my skin

I’m in love with you

Chorus

No better time to find the one

That you can love

No better time to thank

The powers up above

No better ways to pass the days

Than fall in love

No sweeter sounds than the sounds of

Making love

Verse

You’re just

so perfect baby

It’s your gentle

loving smile

I want to have you

near me lover

Stay with me

a while

I’m in love with you

I see the way

you watch me

When you think that

I don’t know

I see it in your face

and eyes

If you think

that it don’t show

You’re in love with me

Chorus

© Kait King, 2015

Pre-Occupancy

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Pre-Occupancy

So nobody’s home

Just cardboard cut-outs

posed in my brain

Memories I can’t let go

Pre-Occupancy

A way to survive

Somehow to numb

the pain

Somehow to stay

the child

Pre-Occupancy

Merely a distraction

Something to hide

any connection

Anything to avoid

taking action

Pre-Occupancy

© Kait King, 2017

Avoidance = Safe

/ Kait King / 36 Comments

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I’ve been loved

by someone

When I wanted

to be free

And I’ve loved someone

desperately

When clearly

they didn’t

love me

I couldn’t find

a balance

I felt all men

would just hurt me

I made a choice

very purposefully

And I withdrew

from family, friends and society

Alone

I finally could see clearly

the common denominator

in my failed relationships

was me

© Kait King, 2016

No Regrets

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life's too short grudges

Did they say they didn’t

want to know you?

Could you pick your father out

in a crowd?

Did your mama love

and leave you

And you were left crying

out loud?

I wont’ listen to your

estranged olden day voices

when men were men

and women had no choices

Were you just a sad

disappointment?

Did they help when you

were down?

And what about now that

they are not here

Did you say the Love word

while they were still around?

© Kait King, 2015

Your Old Sweaty Shirt

/ Kait King / 58 Comments

sweaty tshirt

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

For the Love of Rastus – R.I.P 20th May 2016

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rastas

A bright orange glow

you sit in the hedgerow

thinking you are hidden

and will get to catch the forbidden

but little do you know

your gingerness does show

even though you’re so still sitting

your camouflage seems to be what’s missing

You see the birds and can contain the frolics

but I’m sorry Rastas –

You stand out like dog’s bollocks!

You must wonder how come you don’t catch a bird

they must look at you and think you’re absurd

You’ll never catch them in your bright orange coat

Or feel their silky feathers in the back of your throat

I’ve seen the odd field mouse stiff on the bricks

but I just know, that’s not how you want your kicks

A crispy crunchy sparrow or a larger tasty minor

or perhaps a tender inside bird, something a little finer…

© Kait King, 2015