Thursday, April 30

Emergency Room

Sitting and waiting in this room alone,
Cold and silent, with whispering moans:
Behind these curtains of tragedy,
I sit alone with unknown misery.

Test after test are becoming my norm
With nothing else left
Except these crippling tours,
Of another night spent
– In the emergency ward.

Beeps and tones are all that I dream
As I watch the monitors – green lights, serene.
Up and down goes the green line,
On the monitor, that's wasting my life.

I'm in a dream I wish to ignore,
I can't wake up from this ungodly war
As needles of hell cut my veins
Bringing me only torture and pain!

No cure obtained for what I endure,
Just piles of records with no known cures.
I need the answers in that which I seek,
So I can live my life and finally be free!

But as far as I know and am able to see
Hope is striped with each passing scene
As needles are pronged into my arms,
These needles of hell dealt me wrong!

All I want is to be back in my life,
Back on my feet, to run without strife!
Back to the days, I used to adore
As I'm tired of these curses, my body endures!

Please, please I sincerely do plead
No more emergency visits for me;
Sitting alone and brought to my knees,
Just find the cure, and let my soul be – Please!

Emergency Room by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Sunday, April 26

My Grandfather

There was a man that I once knew
Who was righteous in the way he stood.
He was a man of love and honor,
Who lived as men should.

His heart was strong like the lion,
Yet his deeds as gentle as snow.
He sought to help the needy
Whenever the path was shown.

He loved little children
And helped all those in need.
He was kind to all who knew him,
For he was a great man indeed.

Humble were his actions,
Yet strong and brave was he.
He saved many during his duty
And later in life, he saved me.

The memories I will cherish
Reminiscing of the days
Traveling along the highways
To places far and away.

He taught me how to be a man
And how to love a wife.
He showed me the path to G-d,
And how I should live my life.

This man is no longer with me
As he passed not so long ago.
His memories will never leave me,
So now I will no longer mourn.

My children will grow to know him
From the words that I will speak.
They will learn how to love HaShem,
By the lessons my Grandfather did teach.

My tears are finally silenced
As I sit and think of him.
His lessons I will greatly cherish;
My grandfather I will surely miss.

My Grandfather by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Thursday, April 23


Shadows of terror sweep my soul,
Like a world darkened from the eclipses of old.
A world where darkness is called by name;
A world which glorifies malice and rage.

A world where intelligence no longer succeeds;
A world where morals become the disease.
A world where justice protects the insane;
A world where lawlessness socially does reign.

Now our days race with rage,
As shadows continue to twist and change;
Like seas churning with the winds of a storm,
These shadows are continually born:

They’re stripping away our G-d given sovereignty:
Bringing forth hell … aligned in calamity,
Seeking a god in the depths of their depravity:
This is their change; shadow filled amity.

I bow down with broken esteem
Praying to G-d – this world will see;
Hoping G-d – will dissolve her disease,
Believing G-d – will return her to her feet.

Shadows by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Sunday, April 12

The Game

Rape, murder, carnage and hate,
The four items our world does embrace.
Entertainment fills with these ghastly deeds,
While teaching our children about virtual need.

As they play on with the tick of the clock,
Their minds fill with death, sex and rot;
Seeking thrills that haunt most souls,
These children rape ... in their next, virtual episode.

Trained from youth to destroy and mutilate,
Gaining points for the atrocities in which they dictate;
Committing crimes against all in their way:
Crosshairs aligned – they commit their next virtual crime,
All in the name of having a good time!

These children live in their virtual realities
With brainwashing of evil lining their mentalities;
Defiant, and littered with wrath
They wait to pummel all in their path.

Society decays at accelerated rates,
Atrocities disregarded in our physical state;
People cheer as they kill and rape
Their next victim in the virtual playing space!

I sit vexed, disheartened and morally collapsed
Contemplating how children embrace these facts
Outlined in the games, they think of fun:
Playing in life the lessons learned
       – In their virtual gaming world!

The Game by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

O Wisdom

O Wisdom where hast thou gone?
The mountains swell with rivers of arrogance.
They flow pleasures of iniquity into their streams:
Setting snares of melancholy that connects the seas.

These mountains, O Wisdom, no longer seek your ways.
Her rivers overflow into the arms of self-entitlement
As they bring forth their spoils of immorality:
Filling the seas with pleasures of worldly lust!

O Wisdom, these mountains are drunk upon a new wine.
A wine that flows into the arms of a crescent moon
That brings forth a light to raise her cedars of war
Against the rivers of self-indulgence.

Without you, O Wisdom, these rivers seek what they cannot see
As this moon shines her fury upon these waters of ignorance!
Her light shines upon these rivers with shades of red,
As her cedars paint desolation upon them!

You, O Wisdom, we patiently await your return:
Every mountain will tremble before your name:
Rivers will vanish and light will no longer shine
As your winds will storm from the heavens above!

O Wisdom, Your glory will reign upon a new sea
That will form in a land where morality resides!
You, O Wisdom, will drain these red stained waters
Into the wells of refinement!


O Wisdom by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Saturday, April 4

Meniere's Disease

Even as I stand tranquil,
I spin as on an open sea.
I slip with every step I make,
Life became a torture for me.

Continual ringing inside in mind,
Silence a dream I can no longer find.
Peace for me cannot be seen,
I struggle to keep my sanity.

I weep and pray each passing day
That these tears of sickness dry away.
I long to know the peace I knew
Before she took my will to do.

But now she's taken hold me
As she blinds and deafens my reality;
Conforming me to a man of old,
She eats away at my young soul!

She haunts with each tick of the clock,
Perpetual spirals - nonstop!
Like the tornado upon the sea
I awakening to terror, it's not a dream!

Meniere's Disease depart from me,
I beg and plead for my sanity!
Find compassion and hear my plea:
Give me back my serenity!

Meniere's Disease by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse