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Sunday, November 30

Stress

Its appears,
as an iceberg
floating upon the sea,
with only its surface shown:
but lingering below,
the depth or breadth is unknown
as it engages for war
upon the voyage
you sojourned.

It builds,
like a volcano ready to explode
upon the island shores,
turning the golden beaches
into dark charcoal magma forms
of lifeless sludge
suffocating all that once was,
under it surface.

It covers,
like a winters snowstorm;
a derailed train off the icy track,
her passengers thrown
into the bitter cold without warning;
unprotected, the elements devouring.

It is vicious,
like the wild beast
set free, hungry, seeking
its next meal to devour instantly
as it tears with its teeth
limb from limb.

It devastates
families, entire communities
without notice,
for it has no soul -
it only seeks to serve itself
as it fuels off of your grief.

It kills,
leaving you empty
with no peace;
only a wooden box
lying at your feet
six foot deep
waiting for you to enter.

Stress defeats,
it lingers beneath,
it builds to explode
to cover in grief.
It is vicious without mercy,
it devastates in disbelief,
it kills everyone eventually.

So please, please,
listen to me
- seek the one thing
that you, that I,
that we all
desperately need,
seek to live fully
and absolutely
stress free.

Stress by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

With a Twinkle

moonlight,
with a twinkle,
guards against wickedness;
sanctuary from the unseen
saviour

With a Twinkle by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Saturday, November 29

Racial Tension

Freedom is not anarchy
Encompassed under the guise of justice.
Retaliation in the form of chaos and destruction
Glares not of justice, but rather of racial hatred fueled
Upon those whom do not welcome the creeds of insurrection.
Surmised by the call of collective unity to bring forth the possibilities
Of change, but it seconds a movement of racial violence dishonoring those fallen.
Naive measures will bear the consequence of separation for this movement of change.

Regardless of race,
Irate endeavors just retaliate;
Oscillating onwards to war;
Tensions high regardless of lies
Spewed from those that manipulate the collective communities.

Stop The Oppressing Policies
That rekindle injustice
On all, regardless of nationality.
Paucity we are not, if we unite in love.

Impartiality is the key,
Not the division that they bring.
Collaboration of our minds,
Irrespective of race
Turns the engine of change;
Exchanging, engaging and elevating one another in love.

Racial Tension by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Disease Fascinates

G.M.O diets,
Congressional policy.
Disease fascinates
Pharmaceutical earnings;
Subservient in mourning.

Disease Fascinates by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Friday, November 28

World Over Yonder

Dont panic,
remember the cold war race
stacked over the decades?
Exuberant tales,
psychological details -
it's the world over yonder.

World Over Yonder by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

No Escape

Human suffering,
genocide continuing
     - no escape foreseen;
          displace the social fabric,
          collective fate established.

No Escape by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Thankful for Gifts

Thanksgiving;
beautiful dining
with friends and family.
Be thankful for gifts
you have been blessed with.

Thankful for Gifts by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Thursday, November 27

Once Bitten

Once bitten,
the venom
breeds the serum
for the economy;
it serves to please
pharmaceutical strategies.

Once Bitten by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Twisted Fate

A plane crashed,
killing on impact,
debris went flying!
A twisted fate,
for they escaped
the flight simulator game.

Twisted Fate by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Wednesday, November 26

Play With Fire

Play with fire,
fire fighter,
kids lighter
starts a fire -
setting a fire;
counseling service
is free.

Play With Fire by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Say You Will

nuclear forecasting
intelligence gaps
strategic capabilities
critical mishaps?
say you will
not rely
on political
pressure and lies.

Say You Will by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Uninhibited

Uninhibited
passion, the validity
within the madness;
unreliable my heart,
abiding in your presence

Uninhibited by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Tuesday, November 25

The Watery Grave

Theories of death
entangle my mind,
as the moon shivers
her light so fine
upon the watery grave
beneath me.

Perplexities intense
with a body of death;
     motionless,
     wrapped,
     and unseen.

For in the first degree,
murder lay siege
on this dark summers eve;
     the shivering light
     shinning so bright,
     where death
     was dealt
     so coldly.

The murderers rage,
consuming their prey
beneath the streets of the city;
     and the victim lays
     in the icy rage,
     as she cautiously
     hides her prey,
     in the dark depths
     of her fury.

The Watery Grave by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Touch of Kindness

a touch of kindness
with an act of charity,
a world, chaos free;
focusing on the needy
- helping those of low esteem.

Touch of Kindness by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Waiting Umbrella

She stands
on the rooftop
Drowning in rain,
yet the waiting umbrella
saved her from the fella
from the rooftop of pain.

Waiting Umbrella by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Live Life

A drop of rain,
a touch of sun,
a river grows,
a flower blooms,
Yet everything,
the exact same.

Year after year,
day after day
it's all the same,
nothing changing,
just the same thing,
the same routine.

No matter whats done,
continual grief
bearing down on me.
Constantly hearing
the exact same speech.
And yet, there's no change.

Maybe,
just once,
this year,
unlike the last -
it is time to move
without any fear;
     breaking
     the mundane
     repetition.

Life is too short
for misery,
to not live free;
instead, break free
of the mundane
boundaries
and be
seen.

Live Life by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Part of You

Every part of you
is engraved upon my mind:
betwixt melodies
of you and I intertwined
until the day we shall die.

Part of You by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Monday, November 24

Universal Process

massive dominance,
a universal process
- control populace;
thinking- not tolerated.
writing - abomination

Universal Process by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

False Gods

The preacher man preaches
from the pulpit where he teaches
     - false gods and whiskey,
          oh Lord have mercy!

False Gods by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Sunday, November 23

The Woods

Intentional homicide,
the man had died -
while out in the woods.
What a mess,
as the killer expressed
     - an emotional day for me!

The Woods by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Winter Thoughts

A freeze or mild breeze -
sunny skies,
temperatures rise
or fall below freezing.
cold or hot?
no, just winter thoughts;
how pleasing.

Winter Thoughts by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Reflections

Sweeping policies,

run away constituencies,

failures in Democracy
     - Reflections

Reflections by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Saturday, November 22

I’m Sorry My Love

We spin,
we dance,
we are free;
intertwined,
embracing;
holding, loving
one another
for a lifetime
- inside my mind.

Then I -
I look,
it all passed by
in a blink of an eye,
and now your gone.
Nowhere to be seen
- vanished - into a barren dream
of emptiness, of void, because of me.

I bow before your grave
where I have died a million times,
weeping and mourning over the lost time
that could have been. But I, instead, just dreamt
and never understood how much you truly loved me;
neglecting our time that could have been loving one another.
But now you are gone into the world of the unseen
as your memory torments my soul constantly.
So please, please, if you can hear me,
forgive me for all I have done;
for the tears of loneliness;
of heartbreak and sorrow,
I'm sorry my love
for tomorrow
will never
come.

I’m Sorry My Love by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Uprising

August 1944;
air bunkers,
sniper fire,
Nazi occupiers.
The uprising edited,
but don’t detract;
a Nazi crumbles
- the uprising.

Uprising by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Friday, November 21

Turtles That Are Red

Turtles that are red,
danger to humanity,
reshaped genetics.
Predators regenerate
from the genetic intake.

Turtles That Are Red by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Thursday, November 20

Mr. Ruffian

Dear Mr. Ruffian,

Stay away from everyone;
Your knave manner
and rapscallion banter
is the reprobate slander
- you spew.

Your cad ranting
and hooligan scanting
is pure wretchedness - times two!

Good lord this is becoming a zoo.

You will quickly depart,
with your scalawag heart,
to a rope waiting to set you free
- its hanging in the nearest tree.

PS: You can now see,
the friend that you pleased
while fulfilling your lust and sleaze.

Sincerely,

Mr. Cemetery

Mr. Ruffian by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Hard-Wired

societies begin
by clearing linguists
that question art.
our minds
are hard-wired
to practice it.

Hard-Wired by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Wednesday, November 19

Criminals

Trusting faces
And sweet embraces:
Never a thought of warning.

Social connections
And deceitful perfections:
They take everything one owns.

And even when convicted
They don’t feel afflicted
   – For they commence –
      In the same place they stole.

They devastate society
With crimes of lustful bribery,
Muddling their way to your home.

They live on the edge
With their charm filled pledge
As the world encourages their greed:
   Criminals,
      A social disease!

Criminals by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Somebody Like You

Withdrawn and sheltered
trying to find a true friend,
Somebody like you;
Loves others wholeheartedly
asks for nothing in return.

Somebody Like You by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Tuesday, November 18

Words

Words
cut deep;
they destroy,
or they uplift;
They can edify,
and they can be loving,
rather than sickening words
that are loathsome and disgusting.
Therefore, select your words carefully
for they travel from your mouth to God’s ear.

Words by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

The Unforgiven

They cannot escape the past;
social charm foundering,
terrified of disunity
assailed by friendly fire,
they break cover
    - the unforgiven.

The Unforgiven by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Monday, November 17

Hearts Winter Holiday

Gods sentence lies
in our hearts winter holiday;
laying hands on the sick,
delivering people scorned by society;
a sincere desire to protect;
selfless servants,
helpers on a mission for humanity.

Hearts Winter Holiday by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Sunday, November 16

Liquid moonlight

Man-made crystals
- a beginning
if the weather holds.
Liquid moonlight
fixed over
the mountain snow;
Winter trails unveiled.

Liquid moonlight by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Saturday, November 15

You Think It's Funny

The prostitute screams,
bleeding on the streets - wrists slit,
you look – paying no heed,
     – and you think it’s funny?

The drug dealer rides,
telling lies as your child dies
from the addiction the dealer provides,
     – and you think it’s funny?

Why?

Because you can’t see;
you’re caught up in societies greed;
all you care about is me;
     self entitled dreams,
     fantasy,
     just make believe
          – it’s all about me.

When will you realize there is more to life
than materialized possessions
that you can’t take when you’re dead?

When will you understand
that when one is terrorized;
     violently molested,
     murdered without objection,
     raped in the name of love,
     abused because the man could,
     that is isn’t funny:
          for this could be you,
          or the one you love,
          or even your wife.

All that matters in this life,
is for you to think;
     contemplate on the things unseen;
          the struggles of others,
               thinking on those in need
                    instead of your own damn greed.

For the things we see here in this life;
     what we touch,
     taste and breathe,
     they are not what they seem,
     they are but a dream,
     a fraudulent smoke screen,
     that is forcing one to see
          - the self entitled me.

And you think it’s funny...

You think it’s funny? by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Just Once

Just Once,
be truthful,
don't lie,
don't degrade
one another.
Use love,
Just Once.

Just Once by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Friday, November 14

It's How I Know

perfect honesty,
children with
happy families;
it's how i know
the 60's
were unique
and fun.

It's How I Know by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

The Face of God Shine Upon Me


When I was young and meek
I would sit and stare into the outer darkness
scanning the skyline, watching the moonlight
shinning across eternity, waiting to see,
just for a short while, no matter how brief,
the face of God shine upon me.

And as I stood and prayed, looking up and away
into the night sky, my father would whisper and say,
ever so sternly,
     “son, let me help you see,
     no matter how briefly,
     the face of God shine
     as you are seeking.”

And blessed be his soul,
for God only knows
time and time again
he would try to help me see,
just for a short while,
the face of God shine upon me.

He would stand near, watching, as a guardian angel
watching over one of God's earthly sons;
trying to help me see the light
as I knelt before God;
hands clasped,
head bowed,
thinking
     - maybe this time,
     just for a short while,
     the face of God will shine upon me.

And as my father gazed into my eyes,
reassuring me with his every breath,
that this time, unlike the last,
he would bring me closer,
if even only for a short while,
to see the God face shine up on me.

As my father began to help me see,
he would carelessly beat me,
until my blood filled gaze
was drenched with unrelenting pain
     crushing,
     bruising,
     breaking my skin
     over and over and over again,
and in that moment of time,
he would surely try to help me see,
if even only for a short while,
the face God shine up on me.

And when my breath was barely left,
my life would pass before my eyes;
     ready to fade,
     no strength remained;
          drifting, from this world
          into the next,
          with my last breath spent,
               the face of God has finally
               shined upon me.

The Face of God Shine Upon Me
 by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Thursday, November 13

Now and Forever

Now and forever
into the deadly abyss
or into heaven,
choose quickly your destiny
for life drifts eternally.

Now and Forever by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Wednesday, November 12

House of Glass

The heart is mourning;
temptations,
which surprised God;
the Church,
a house of glass.
Her doctrine,
confusion;
unfaithful to all.

House of Glass by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Tuesday, November 11

Her Gift to Me

Big lies,
population in decline
     - the influx of extinction.
Deadly threats,
an ecological bucket list
     - is her gift to me;
          I find myself
               weeping.

Her Gift to Me by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Before the Rush

Diligently
Embrace the arts
Through conversations,
For participation
Is an opportunity to breath
   – Before the rush.

Before the Rush by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Sunday, November 9

Forgive me Father

Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
Lawlessness ravishes me from within.
Emotions of plight are all I can see;
I'm blinded with furious sadistic insanity.

I sit vexed, disheartened as I pray,
Seeking your guidance as I'm in dismay,
To help me overcome this grief that I bare,
I remember the gift that you did share.

Upon the Mt Moses did bring
Tablets of mercy for me to sing.
Lessons of life - easy to keep,
I now pray Father, let me enter peace.

Amen…

Forgive me Father by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Saturday, November 8

Dreams I Love Not

Drifting through a lascivious scene
    I see a thing I never dreamed,
Restrained for the night of sleep -
    Lullabies filled with death and weeping.
Extravagant realities upside down,
    Oscillating all around,
Another place, I would never seek -
    Violently carrying me up its peak.
Memories, I wish to expel,
    Especially from these dreams of hell
Silently, taking me to another realm
    Never to awake, from these landscapes
On the mountains where spirits shake;
    To be, with these dreams I love.

Dreams I Love Not by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Thursday, November 6

Work Day

Heading to work,
     break light!
Traffic Stop;
     Green Light
          - No red!!
Were almost dead,
     but I stopped.

Maybe,
     I should have sped,
     Or not?

Yet, another grim day
     at the office,
          I'm dead.

Work Day by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Tuesday, November 4

A Mother

She stands strong, unassailable like rain
Casting down into the torrent sea.
No movement seen when terror strikes,
For she endures even wars;
Cold as ice, nerves of steel,
None can conquer her –
A warrior.
Yet, fragile
As a
Vase.

A Mother by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Monday, November 3

You and I

The relationship died
between you and I,
for the love between us
was never recognized.

Critical indecisiveness
left us to die; Is it too late
to recuperate
our demise?

Twenty six years
sped by -
all that we knew died
and never again materialized
into the heavenly bliss
we knew, at the beginning.

Now the days spin by
extending time
into mourning;
night filled intellect;
the greatest regret -
time ignored between you and I,
it left us to die grieving.

Why must we seek demise
when our love filled eyes
can rekindle the flame
of lost time?

Ignore the calamities,
for cant you see
the possibilities,
between you and I.

This will lead us to die
– a final tragedy
in this drive;
over twenty six years of our lives,
between you and I.
So please tell me,
is this a final demise,
or a flame rekindled by time?

You and I by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Saturday, November 1

She Calls

Calling out, my voice still sings
Hopeful you'll hear my words serene
Of compassion, kindness and mercy.
Cruel are your ways inflicted upon me,
Hastily scorning my lyrical warnings;
Merciful cries with my hands raising wide,
Accelerating, your eyes now deny - my sagacity.

She Calls by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse