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

Horrocide

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

Compare and Despair

Compare and despair

It’s your speciality

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 with despair

© Kait King, 2015

A Prince

Prince tribute

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

I am a Winner

iamawinner

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…

Phantom Job Syndrome

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 😉

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

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