Tuesday, March 15

Another Day

Green blades,
Blue days,
Yellow flowers
Begin to tower.

Warm days
Set the stage,
The birds pray
To the golden rays.

Life begins
With musical whims;
The trees spin,
The apricots live.

The sun sets,
The wind jets
Across the sky,
The day went by.

Another Day by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Monday, March 7

A Decade of Living

For the past decade, I've been locked away
Forgetting how to live each and every day.

And yet I believed I was living my life,
But rather I lived in a virtuous strife.

It beat me down as the tunnel closed in;
My lens grew thin, my mind begun to spin.

I couldn’t recall how to see the light;
I only drifted in a terrifying flight.

Demons ravaged every corner of my brain
Like a train slipping past her main:

Slipping the line until she collides
– Everyone on board is no longer alive.

A decade of living is what I thought I saw;
A decade of dying is what I just recalled.

A Decade of Living by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Friday, March 4

You Win, We’ll Leave

Tip top are the words he would say,
Ordering all – to win his way;
Didn’t matter in whom he harmed,
Disingenuously he would charm.

Yielding to his outright deception,
Oasis of promise was his invention.
Ulterior motives – his only intention.

Without contrition, he flowered his seeds,
Implanting the heart just like the weed
Narcissistically nurturing his golden scheme.

You Win, We’ll Leave by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Wednesday, March 2

Springs Coming

Long lines intertwine,
Sunlit vines embrace the sky.
Blue light, sonic boom:
How beautiful, the vines bloom.

Springs Coming by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Monday, February 29


Class warfare;
A political prize
Seated in constitutional disguise.


The socialist alibi;
    Eradication of your private life
    By any means –
        Even your demise.

For Blue or Red equals your dead.
No sides, just pure suicide
Of the Western way of life.

By the way,
Your next presidential race,
Don’t worry its too late.

So even if you choose
Your fate is already set
In headline news
By what the elite said is true
For the American
    – The red, white and abused.

Politics by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Saturday, February 27


Only skin deep.
Use and regard them not;
Disgusting individual.

Beauty by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Thursday, February 25


Todays society
Is Western sobriety
Of where left is right,
Lets enlighten this plight;

Rape is delight,
A loved filled device.

Murder depends
On the one who bends
The rules to what is right;
    Abortion is good,
    But death of an animal
    Will bring your doom.

Either way
It is just a tool
To brainwash the fools.

So then,
Pick up a pen
And a book instead.

What you read;
Don’t fall into the trap
That will leave you for dead;
A place without end.

Society by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Tuesday, February 23

One in the Same

1920 and 2015,
Methods were used
To cause the extreme.

Violence and terror
Reigning the streets free,
But not from the people
Living among the seas.

For in the 20’s, Lenin ran free,
But in the 21st century
The West reigns supreme.

Same policies,
Same political disease.
The only difference,
The implementation of ideas.

One stained blue,
With fifty shades of red.
The other - an Eastern green light,
Where all were left for dead.

One in the Same by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Sunday, February 21

Upon a Hill

Upon a hill, young men died
As battlefield ballistics clarified
When the afterworld breathed new life.

For upon that hill, a battle engaged:
Crimson colored pools
Drank the blood of the brave.

Rotted bodies became the terrain;
Their coffin, the earth where they lay.
Life exchanged for political gain.

Upon a Hill by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Friday, February 19

A Nation Apart

Malcolm X and Martin Luther King
Fought to free us from slavery.
Yet with each generation, since they been gone,
We enter back into the harem of harm;

    Spilling of the lip,
    Smoking the joints,
    Sipping back the fifties
    As we smoke our bros:
       We’ve become the slaves
       They died to free,
       While the socialist machine
          - Enslaves on our knees.

How can we not begin to see,
With all their webs spinning on local TV?

And as they spin their silky silver scenes
Everybody starts to complain and scream:
Bought and sold by the corrupt elite.

When we will realize these hell bent scenes
Are their lies built to bring us to our knees,
Back to servitude under unjust kings:
    Rather than unify
    They proceed to divide,
    Playing with societies
    Ignorant minds:
       Believing everything
       These political pigs sing,
       The people follow blind
       Into their surmise:
          Death by divide.

G-d forbid the day the two died,
Were murdered for a cause the people despise;
    Today societies don’t believe the dream
    Of unity with full-blown peace.
    Instead, they believe
    In hellbent corporate greed:
       Take from the rich
       And give it to me.
       After all,
       I'm entitled don’t you see.

Rest in peace,
I repeat to their dream
For it passed away
Before it could breathe:
    Out like a light
    With no place to shine,
    Society today is ignorant and blind.

Goes mankind,
    The apple of our eye
       Has finally died.

A Nation Apart by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Wednesday, February 17

Back to the Factories

When a government,
Needs to change the scene
Breaking away
From a countries creed,

Here is a little trick
From the communist regime,
And trust me,
It's easier than it seems.

Start by expanding a tax,
Make it unbearable, make it black:
Then take away
Their voice to attack.

Next place signs with one decree:
“Speak out against the mighty regime,
And watch what happens at a quarter to three”.

Then as folks protest and scream,
Collect just a handful of the resolute sheep.

Line them up: one, two, three;
A bullet to the head,
They descend to their knees;

Down in the ground
Anyone will be
If they dare question
The terror machine.

Silence falls,
The protest cease:
The party advances
With minimal casualties.

Back to the factories,
Go the worker bees.

Back to the Factories by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Monday, February 15

Sir Eschen

At the delicatessen, self-confession.
A sissy spoke with obsession
About the murderer Sir Eschen;
He killed with discretion:
Taking fang in possession
He pummeled with aggression
All his victims in succession;
Leaving no trail nor confession
Of death by man's expression:
Police affirmed transgression,
Teeth penetrated: wolf like impression.
His whereabouts – without suggestion.
What is known by progression
Is he eats with wolf-like aggression
Before he kicks off his next session.
Dear ole Mr. Eschen.

Sir Eschen by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Saturday, February 13

Miss the Mark

To miss the mark is not a sin,
Yet that is what the West plays in;
    No forgiveness is their dark creed:
    Believe in a man to absolve your deed.

For what they cannot see
Is that sin is not a mystery: 
    It is nothing more than to miss a mark,
    So then practice is where one must start.

Like the archer on the scene
He must focus on the tree,
To hit the mark or lose the game,
That my friend is the archers way.

Daily practice is what one needs
If he must continue to shoot serene. 
Otherwise, he will not see;
He will lose his edge and miss the tree.

Miss the Mark by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Thursday, February 11

Communism IV

An act of G-d,
Or man-made lies?
Peer back in time:
    1918 comes to mind when we realized
    That famines were recipes designed
    For large scale genocide, to end mankind.

Yet, when we close our eyes
Not seeing the events gone by,
The government pushes new lines:
    “GMO” to bring life!

When in actuality it brings our demise,
Just like the past Communist designed:
    A machine for mass genocide
    For controlling the worlds food supply;
        Plant once, the seed dies,
        Never again to reinitialize
        The fruit of its youth.
        For they are designed, to die.

But why?
    To feed the congressional pig,
    And the corporate swine
    Who implants the golden dimes
    Into every politicians pockets.

    Because nothing changes over time.
    Same design with a different implementation line,
    Just like what Stalin tried.

As long as power succeeds
Above the worlds needs,
Congress will steer their citizens to their knees,
And into the graves they will be.

Same line,
But the only difference
    – The time.

Communism IV by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse