Wire & Skin

Wire & Skin

Pulled very

tight

in the dark

of a night

Wire & Skin

Razor or

barb

Put up

your guard

Wire & Skin

A killers’ tool

strings you up

not so cool

Wire & Skin

They find you

tied up there

in a place called

Nowhere

Wire & Skin

Wire cutters

are at hand

you fall free

where you land

Wire & Skin

Sullen faces

at the site

strangled with

wire

so tight

Wire & Skin

Kait King 2019

In the end

in the end

If I say that I don’t love you

will it make you stay

for another day

And if I pretend

that I really don’t care

would you want me more in the end

But the truth be told,

I cannot tell a lie

all of you just drives me

crazy

And for your love

I would surely die

Will you meet me there in the end?

© Kait King, 2015

You’re a Good Friend

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

Phantom Job Syndrome

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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 😉

I am a Winner

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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…

No, it’s not!

Real life

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

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

Does Anyone Ever

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

Vulnerable

vulnerable

My lifetime

a blink in history

it may as well all be

in my head

Love strings

playing with

my heart

already

too much has

been said…

© Kait King, 2015

Write is write and wrong is wrong

write is write

© Kait King, 2015

A Prince


Prince –
Royalty to Sound
Beautiful brain and
a sweet Heart
With Mastery over Music
and a Legend with Lyrics
A Revolutionary of Rock
A Mover of Spirits
Philanthropist of
a World torn
with Blessings unknown
Taken but not left entirely alone
True to Help someone
in a desperate pinch
That is the Man,
the Symbol of Prince

© Kait King, 2016

Bizarre

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“Today’s crazy will become the next Generations’ norm.”

© Kait King, 2016

Society is Crumbling

Crumbling society

If we don’t talk about it

and share it

We’ll never be aware

of it

Don’t just say something

think nothing

Do it –

It can be humbling

If we don’t change

what’s going on

learn to sing

some other song

things just stay very wrong

Society is crumbling

© Kait King, 2015

Compare and Despair

It’s your specialty
how you play with me
with mind
in motion
and bodies in ecstasy
Charged
Divine
your laugh trapped in time
Secretly, you practice
your lines
A mirror glance
poison flows
those eyes watch with compare
assessing what you
haven’t got
collapsing in despair
And everybody
Knows….

© Kait King, 2015

I let you go

I let you go

I’m torn

my soul says

fly, my love

as high as you can

My heart begs

you to stay

as close as you can

to me

I’m torn

my mind says

you must grow

you must be

I let you go

I let you be

I let you be free

© Kait King, 2016

A Treasured Life

Me n my Dad

My Dad and Me

It was so sad

to watch you fade

your mind

as sharp as a knife

It was so hard

to say goodbye

To such a treasured life

It made me smile

to think on you a while

and on how you loved

your wife

Your children given

all you had

you gave

a treasured life

It seems that you

are still here

although you can’t

be seen

I often talk to you

And not just

in my dreams

I hope I told you

I loved you enough

I hope you know

how much I cared

And I know

one day,

I’ll see you again

Somewhere over there…

© Kait King, 2015

Never Quite


You never quite
got to be here
You never quite
got to breathe in air
I never quite
got to touch
your face
take you home
show you
your place
I never quite
got to watch you grow
I never quite
got to get to know
you,
your love
I never quite

got to hold

your tiny hand
or do anything else

that I had planned
I’ll never quite

hear you say

“Mum, you were right!”
Or get to read

bedtime stories

at night
You’ll never quite

miss me

when I am not there
Sadly, our lives,

this time,

we’ll not share…

© Kait King, 2015

Sweet Angel

sweet-angel

You just don’t look

the same

Your skin so

pearlescent white

Your energy has

left us now

You’ve gone

towards the light

Your hand and cheek

cools quickly

A deathly stillness

about you, sets

If only you could

calm your family

And tell them not

to fret

You will be close

while they need you

They may even

know

But there will come a time

Sweet Angel,

when you really

have to go

© Kait King, 2016

ManSkin

It’s your ManSkin
You’ve draped me in
Folded tightly within
Your clasp
Where your love for me
and
Where my love for you
Will always be within
Our grasp
It’s your ManSkin
As I inhale you in
All of you
Pulling on my Heart

Kait King July 2018

No matter what


No matter what you’re gonna say
I’ve gotta try and stay away
to keep my heart
my heart
You scream into my brain
like an uncontrolled speed train
I’ll go insane
I don’t even know my own name
No matter what I try and dream
you make me feel I am unseen
and it just stays the same
in the common denominator game
So we’re wasting all this time
ignoring all the signs
we sit in freeze frame
it just stays the same
I’m the common denominator
in the common denominator game

© Kait King, 2015

Oh no, I can’t get over it…

Getting over it - whatever

Somehow you get through – it’s not even that you learn to live with these things – they stay in our lives forever as part of who we are. In fact these are the things that make us who we are. They used to say this kind of suffering was character building. That may or may not be so, for me, it allows great reflection and understanding of my capacity to love and give love and in turn what it means to lose that.

One of the annoying things friends and family expect, is for you to “get over it” after a certain amount of time – whatever that time is. But there is nothing to get over. You can’t just imagine it’s behind you – things are not behind us, they are all a part of us. We carry them with the sum of ourselves. Maybe by putting things behind us we let our guard down, we love too easily again, we get hurt so much more because of that. Taking the good and the bad experiences is what makes you the person you are. Are you a fighter? Do you run away? Are you persistent? Do you give up? Whatever you do, you have to live with it – you don’t learn to live with it – there is no manual. You have no choice, choice has been removed from this section of your life and a loss of some kind has left a crater and a giant rock in the same place. Luckily the giant rock plugs up a lot of the feelings for a while – this is often known as shock. Eventually the putridness of your trapped feelings in this hole in your heart starts building up a mass of toxic gasses which must be expelled. This build up, over any period of time (as long as it takes you), causes a massive explosion. The giant rock is blasted apart from the hole in your heart. The tiny splinters of angst, hurt, devotion, honor,disbelief, love and any other betrayed related feeling you can imagine, is dug deeply into your heart and mind. Each little splinter of that pain has barbs of doubt, guilt and confusion holding them in place in your heart. And we can’t let go or it can’t let go of us or we don’t give ourselves permission to keep moving forward even though we are cemented in that time of tragedy and know that’s impossible, isn’t it?

The hard part is learning to navigate around these losses, grievances and betrayals, eventually like a powerful river we keep flowing around these rocks of hurt that seem like they will never shift or move. But they do erode – the erosion is so subtle and slow we don’t even notice and so it is, I believe, with tragedy, loss and grief; be that for a living being or a relationship of any kind. Loss leaves a big hole and a giant rock that you drag around with you all the time. Afterwards we question everything said and done, what could have been different, the “if only’s” and the “what if’s” with hopeless, empty dreams. Nothing can be changed. It is what it is, but I know I fight against this too, even though I understand the futility of the fight!

I think only in time will I manage to erode down that rock of loss, will I be able to take the sharp edges off and flow a little easier around the things put in my way that I have no way of changing. Perhaps time won’t heal the wounds, but perhaps time allows my river of life to smooth the edges of hurt. Perhaps it lets me build up strength so that I can push past that hurt easier, every time I have to go past that hurt again. Because it doesn’t go away….

Eddie G

Eddie G

A lisp

a whispered hiss

With a gristle hustle

and a deathly shuffle

you wind your way

back home

There’s a twist

and a freakish glow

in a freak show

the decaying beat

of a drum

hiss

a whispered kiss

of a driveling fool

your hunting days

are done

this

flayed lantern skins

bones used as tools

a soup bowl

not a soup bowl

but

a human skull

© Kait King, 2015

I Just Want to

I just want to

I just want to

go home

go back to what

I know

I want those things

that are so familiar

Because out here alone

is so much chillier

I just want to

see the same faces

know those secret special

places

And unpack my

cases

I just want to go home…

© Kait King, 2015

You’re Too Late Alice!

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Time

leapt away

from me…

It left me

behind,

behind some

enemy line…

Time

jumped

like a rabbit

down a dark hole…

skittishly aware

of the scar

on my Soul

© Kait King, 2016

Geminaic Dilemma – another conversation with a Gemini

It’s 22 past 2
What am I here for?
And can’t I leave?
But do you really want to?
I have to go
Are you clear in the sight of all things?
I see nothing
I feel him
I need to –
No
I have to go!
I don’t want to be deserted
Well I want to be the deserter –
It won’t hurt so much

© Kait King, 2016

Scribble Me

Scribble me
into your life
Pen me
into your mind
Feel me
in tactile braille
So I can read you
if I’m blind
Then, touch me with
a purity – like
a crisp white paper sheet
Write me
into a love story
Our blending ink –
A story complete

© Kait King, 2016

When you let me in

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When we are

touching skin

when you have

let me in

With a dream-like

essence

I feel your

presence

the heat from

your skin

when you let me in

I know there

are no lies

I can see it

in your blue eyes

I can feel it

from your mouth

I can hear it in

your blazing skin

when you let me in

the goose bumps on

your flesh

and our kiss

can only express

we are so lost

it must be a sin

but only when

you let me in

© Kait King, 2015

A Seeker

I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to be here alone
I don’t want to be here alone
in my empty zone
I want to love
I want to love again
I want to love again and be free of all this pain
I can’t do it
I can’t just let it go
I can’t just let it go and
pretend I didn’t know
My soul aches
My soul and my heart ache badly
They ache for man’s cruel inhumanity
I’m a seeker
I’m a seeker of love,

peace, and harmony

I’m a seeker –

please tell me

you’ll follow me

© Kait King, 2015

But…

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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

Whoever you are

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

Conversation 3 with a Gemini

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“I’m so bored

but I’ve got so much

to do!”

“So what have you done then?”

“Nothing…

And you?”

© Kait King, 2017

Thank Dog for Star Signs

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“I have to find the darker side of myself when I write as the killer – I think it’s the Gemini in me….”

© Kait King, 2015

A lighter model….

I didnt die

I didn’t die

I’ve just upgraded ….

© Kait King, 2015

A Fair Ultimatum

If you can allow yourself
to love me baby
I’ll hold you, rock you,
Love you through every night
If you’re not scared to
show me baby
I’ll do my very best to make it
all right
But I feel you haven’t
let go baby
And it’s not really all
about me
You have to let your feelings
show baby
You have to love me or let me
be free

© Kait King, 2015

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