Traitors

Traitors
speak in disguise;
Demoralize with lies –
citizens can no longer cry.
    Congress

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

Khrushchev

Khrushchev,
a world leader
who in sixty four
lost his theater.

The 56 speech,
“the Secret Letter”,
came out against
his fathers evil fetters;

Denouncing the crimes,
from the holy of holies,
he was spared his life
to die in obscurity.

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

Communist III

communism does move
through the umbilical cord
    – a phenomenon
the soviet womb expands,
giving birth in western land

Communist III by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Christmas Presents

I wanted to share what Christmas did bring,
a few wonderful gifts that made me sing.

The first to share is a beautiful book,
to write my poems when sitting near brooks.

The second to share, a nice fountain pen
that captures my words again and again.

The last to share is a wonderful shirt
that I can dress in when drafting my words.

And those are the gifts I wanted to share,
they left me merry like the Christmas air!

The Christmas Presents by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Circle

I.

I’ve been up,
and I’ve been down.

II.

I’ve been rich,
and leaned out.

III.

I’ve been dead,
and yet still breathed.

IV.

And in the end,
I just repeat the beginning.

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

The Jesus Conception

A false sense of security
is set to the Jesus conception
of doing what you please:
   many believe
    He died for your dreams
    to do as you see,
    without any accountability.
       After all, you believe,
       He covered all your deeds.

Yet, what most don’t get
is that this is an invention of the West;
    a Western mindset … that is.

So, as long as you go
under this false sense of know,
you won’t be forgiven a damn thing,
until you address it with the one named …
    oh never mind,
    for you already believe
    your false sense of peace
    as the West continues to dream
    about a man god as their king.

Maybe one day
you’ll find your place
when you drop to your knees,
    facing towards the mind of the East;
       understanding the precepts and decrees
       of whats real and not make believe.

Peace…

The Jesus Conception by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Christmas is Here Again

We traveled Across two states,
To help change the fate
Of a friend who was in need;
They fell into medical greed.

We gave away our possessions, 
Based on a horrid confession.
We traveled without delay
To live in this place today.

And now that we’ve arrived
We found out it was lies.
With no more place called home,
We will soon begin to roam.

But as dreadful as this can be,
My wife was sick on Christmas Eve.
She was spewing red and green;
The morning was obscene.

So instead of time with friends
She spent it in the hospital beds.
And even with all this pain,
Christmas is here again!

Christmas is Here Again by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Creator: Revision II

For one to say there is no G-d,
That man is just a fool;
   For one to say that G-d is theirs,
   That man is a fool times two.

For one Creator does exists,
And is all to all;
   No man owns the rights to G-d,
   Even though he thinks he does.

G-d is not a religion,
Nor a man disguised as one.

The Creator is a spirit,
And nothing within is flawed;
   And even with our visions,
   the Creator is not what we deem.

For the Creator is the Father
and the mother to us all that be;
   the western mind can’t see these things,
   so instead they twist and scream.

The Creator is not a man, nor a human disguised as one,
The Creator is a spirit, that we cannot understand;
   For once we place G-d in a box
   You limited G-d to your own plan.

The Creator: Revision II by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Drug Addict

The drug addict;
the sadistic manic;
   Popping pills,
   seeking thrills,
   for the next joint
   … he kills.

And all the while
he lies in style;
   He couldn't tell the truth,
   if his life was on the line.

For in his mind,
the dope fiend junky,
   life is designed
   for getting high;
      no one will dare
      to tell him otherwise –
      G-d knows, I tried.

The Drug Addict by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Sunshine

Sunshine;
Exquisite joy;
Birds swing and the bees sing,
Smiles flowing with tranquility.
   Happy

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

The Naughty List

Dear Santa,
I’m creating my list,
and I’m telling you that I must insist,
that on that day if you want to live
you bring me a gun and a bottle of gin.

I never did like being nice,
so I only ask once, not twice.

And if you choose to not deliver my needs,
I’ll hunt you down like an animal in the sea.

Naughty or nice,
do you think I care?
Just give me the things
and do not stare.

For if you do, I’ll strip out your eye
and put a bullet in Rudolph’s round hide.

I want to be the first on your list,
the one for the naughty boys,
and of course, girls therein.

Nice is for suckers
and naughty for me,
so give me what I ask
– immediately.

And once you do,
when my gifts arrive,
Christmas is complete
to make my terror alive;
for in next year I have one dream,
to be the best living social disease.

Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night!

The Naughty List by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Snowflakes Upon a Fir Tree

Twelve past three I finished my tea
and left for the forest so I could see
a winters gift was just waiting for me.

I took my ax as I went to set free
a snowflake covered Christmas fir tree.
And as I swung at this mighty big tree
a vision in black pointed at me,
saying son, you better go flee.

So I turned around ignoring his plea,
swinging the ax as he counted to three;
it ended, with the removal of my knee!

With one limb gone we both agreed,
I ignored the sign and did not leave;
for it stated that nothing is free
upon these grounds of the Cherokee.

Snowflakes Upon a Fir Tree by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Song Birds

Song Birds;
Creatures so sweet,
Singing to raindrop beats.
The melancholy day slips by;
Bright day.

Song Birds by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Mommy Why

Mommy,
why am I left alone?
No home in the land we strove
to fit into a culture made by men.

We tried to get by,
in a land they designed
where submission is sublime;
    anything otherwise,
    death;
       honor killings,
       and the vultures dine.

I lay in your outline,
on your gravesite,
inside your womb
where I cry.
Day by day I die
    - the light no longer shines.

Mommy, why?
Your only crime
was that you tried,
living your life
loving me.

Mommy,
the day you died
I crawled up inside
and died.

Now, upon your grave site I will lie.

Mommy Why by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Gingerbread Man

The Gingerbread man
Wants to start a ban.
For on every Christmas day
They eat him all away.

Gingerbread Man by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Freedom

A gun fires,
a body explodes
and the victim -
another episode
of don’t let a good crisis go to waste.

This is the work of our government whores;
manipulating, stipulating, generating fear
to move the sheep through the cogs gear.

Freedom? a thing long past.
It died with the brave now cast -
in unmarked graves across the land.

What a shame for the lives lost fast,
protecting a country that never did last.

America … the red, white and blue;
a hoax coated with the blood of youth
for an idea that the elite could not do,
as power was all that they understood.

Goodbye my American pie,
thank you for a false alibi
of the freedom I tried in disguise,
goodbye.

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

Ole Saint Nick

There once was a man named Ole Saint Nick,
Who would fly down your chimney ever so swift.

He would whistle and a laugh in his jolly ole way
As he ransacked your house, like a tornado insane.

And when he was caught, I didn't deal nice,
He felt my shotgun, like a hand in a vice.

From that night forward he did change his ways.
He left children presents, instead of dismay.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

Ole Saint Nick by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Peace at Last

Here I lie,
as my bride stands by,
in the grave where I died
from the poison she cried
day after day into my mind!
Finally, I can rest in peace –
thank G-d for padded coffin sheets!

Peace at Last by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Liberty to Lie

the united states
and her american dream,
    a public smoke screen:
        with her liberty to lie,
        it’s bondage until you die.

Liberty to Lie by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

One + One = None

When two become one,
one becomes undone
– destroying one:
    One plus one equals none.

No fun, no sun,
nowhere to run;
the mathematical equation done,
    like one choked
       with an arrow through their throat.

For one plus one to equal two,
One plus one must run
to understand the connecting sign
of the plus, rather than the divide
    – which ultimately destroys, mankind.

One + One = None by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Paul’s Religion

Paul created the Christian religion,
Jesus spoke on Jewish tradition.

Paul preached for men to divide,
Jesus taught a lesson otherwise.

Paul believes he is a Messiah,
Jesus … just another Jewish Rabbi.

And in the end Paul taught hellenistic lies,
whereas Jesus, he spoke otherwise.

Paul’s Religion by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Crumbled with Age

Grown ups;
Crumbled with age.
Disrespected by youth.
Then, the unexpected happens
   – Revenge!

Crumbled with Age by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Better to Love

It is better to love than to hate;
For one brings us to edify and create –
the other … complete retaliation
within the mind … until its too late;

No compromise,
but rather a hellish fate;
a life empty and drained –
a melancholy state;
left for dead;
alone with no hope;
for all who tried to love,
you rejected like a rebellious son;
the rain fell,
disdain did swell.

Now – love no longer dwells.

Better to Love by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

A River of Sparks

A soul in the heavens
     entwined with light,
          are the flowers of life.
A river of sparks
     and an angel of death,
          liberates ones breath.

A River of Sparks by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

A Ballet

A ballet of two embracing purple hues;
as yellow with green,
make blue.

Spinning in tune
with musical swoons,
I watch the yellow zoom –
in the summer afternoon.

With her little swing,
from her fluttered breeze,
she brings peace
to a world obscene.

She makes the day,
happy and gay;
she brings sun
to a world in dismay.

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

Just Run

Marriage failing,
life curtailing
back to day one:
     fights,
     strife,
     no life!

By God, I better run!
     If I don't
         - I'm done.

Just Run by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Many Miles

The look in ones eyes,
and the tone of their speech
will create an image
of strength or defeat;

     belief in oneself
     and the demeanor they sing
          will go many miles
          to destroy all defeat.

Many Miles by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Jim

My buddy Jim
is always sipping gin.
And when the lights goes out,
he grabs the pint of stout!

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

If I Could

If I could get away with murder,
this is what I'd do;
into the forest we would set loose,
to play a little game between us two.

Hide and seek would be our little plan,
without you ever knowing what was at hand.

For as you counted, from one to ten,
as the numbers ticked with every minute spanned,
I would slide behind the tree where you stood
gliding the rope around your neck, so crude.

Inch by inch, I would squeeze your breath
until unconsciousness brought you closer to death.
And onto the tree you would be tied,
covered with honey from the bee hive.

Next I would rustle a hungry brown bear,
leading her, to a treat so rare.
Then in an instance you would awake,
as you watched her bringing you to your fate.

Limb by limb, she would tear,
as I watched you screaming in agonizing fear.
And when she was done with her little golden treat
I would cut the rope as you slumped to your knees.

Twenty-four hours after the deed was done,
I would call the police with a story so deep;
my friend and I were on a weekend trip,
he took a wrong turn and slipped down a cliff;
     tumbling down he lay limp by a cave,
     just like a man dead in a grave.
     Then before I could let out my breath,
     I watched in horror as the beast brought death;
          she ate my friend while he was alive!
          This would be my perfect alibi!

If I Could by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Genocide

Race genocide,

Class genocide:

The West does utilize;

Fathered votes,

Cheap quotes:

Congressional spokes;

Round and round it goes –

Humanity explodes

With each daily episode

Maintained by a human face –

Its agenda …

Wipe out the human race.

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

Healthcare

Pharmaceutical venom ebbs into society
revoking the possibility of sobriety,
but little did theses degenerates deem
– society brings it galenical steam.

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

Divorce

Divorce;
A cop-out;
     allowing one to walk out
     all because they fell out
     of love … or so they claim.

Ego;
Gets in the way;
     they felt waylaid,
     outright betrayed,
     they choose to walk away
     … instead of talking.

Strength;
Completely Lacking;
     they're always attacking,
     never understanding,
     bringing strife to their life;
          they cant read each others mind.

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

An American Ally

An American ally;
A leader of war crimes
Liquidating those taken
To his prison unshaken;

Forty-five hundred shaken,
Butchered naked
For the visions
He manipulated.

Stalin, the American ally;
The leader of war crimes
Systematically eradicating
Any who opposed him.

Then, let me ask again,
Who is the criminal then?
The ally, or patriot in disguise
Wrapped in the Military complex shrine?

Either way,
We're all going to die;
One way, fully in your eyes.
The other, in shameful disguise.

Be careful of the American land-mine,
For if you trip, you'll surely die
While they blame it on the other side,
Not their criminal ally.

An American Ally by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Against the Grain

I live within a dejected state
as society preaches streamlined hate –
against my kind, they can't debate
… my views about life.

So instead of agreeing with what I see
they force their hands against my seams,
pulling and tearing at my sleeves
… until they separate.

Next, I'm taken in against my will,
they lock me up with their drug induced thrills;
injecting my mind with their sins
of intolerance against my mind.

Yet, against the grain I remain,
pushing and shoving to escape
societies views of a normal lived life;
its filled with sadistic lullabies.

Against the Grain by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Writers Block

Having writers block is relentless torment, it devastates your soul.

Writers Block by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Lustful Society

When I look upon her,
what should I see?

A woman, a lady,
or a two bit sex machine?

You know, just like they teach on prime time TV,
and at the movies on the big screen;
     An object to fill your every sickened vice
     that's deep inside man's repulsive twisted mind.

Someone to bow upon their knees,
to suck and lick as she pleases her king,
just as society teaches us upon the silver screen;
     the fifty shades of filth,
     as they try to soften the obscene.

It is twisted and sick;
moral's filled with wickedness;
     it is godless, hell bent,
     leading to a deadly eternal abyss.

For these ladies are your mother,
your wives, your brides,
your sisters, your daughters,
not your goddamn device
to use and abuse as you see fit.

They are to be loved;
     as a bride,
     as a beautiful wife,
     as a partner for life,
     as a love that is met,
     sitting with you side by side …
          in honor, and held high.

They are to be the apple of your eye;
not something that is eaten once in spite;
spit out and left out to dry
like a piece of trash that Hollywood
so sets the visions in your mind.

It is time to reset,
readjust your compass in life,
and look upon a woman with love,
not wicked sensual lust.

They are your bride, your wife;
a gift to be cherished for the rest of your life:
     not a passing moment in time
     to fill your goddamn sexual appetite,
     regardless of what the industry tells you –
          they lie, women are not for your appetite.

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

A Moment

For a brief moment in time
I see a vision sublime;
The path is straight,
The road awake,
Ready to take me to paradise.

A split second past
My mind begins to slant
Away from the vision ... a reset,
Back to the current line
Where I drifted from time
To replay the road of today.

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

Your Life

Do you spew forth lies,
or speak truly of your life
     let your mind decide
before you lies paradise,
or a vacuum of demise

Your Life by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Negativity's Leeching

Negativity's leeching
is like the preacher preaching,
his toxin of hate,
against all who don't relate
to the views that he spews
from his good news
of hell and death
to all that don't accept
his visions of life after death.

Negativity's Leeching by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

21st Century Politics

Morality is not about people's beliefs,
it's steeped in their political speech.

Left vs. right,
black feuds white;
doesn't matter in the political plight …
as long as the allegiance is right;

Whether one kills for political tension
or lives from the pressure of political succession –
they are brothers in the fight for political suppression
against all who deter from their political obsession
of bringing a world of equality through political correction.

For in the end all that matters
is the opposite side grows tattered;
     beat down, bloody and broken
     if they don't accept the political token.

21st Century Politics by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Communism

Twenty million dead,
an episode sewn in red;
     Stalin and Lenin
The communist alibi –
genocide by invention.

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

Communism II

Individual crimes,
layered with small scale massacres,
is the game of the communist manicure:

Expel the dissidents,
lock down the borders,
sever communication
for national sedation.

Freedom of speech
and political treats
are laced with communist speak;
     do as I say,
     not as I do,
     or face the terror of the communism zoo;

A boot to the throat,
a gun to the head,
or hung by your finger and left for dead
     … is the peaceful pursuit that is communist led.

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

The House Around the Corner

Down the street, around the corner, sat a charming house decorated in white. She rose two stories toward the sky, surrounded by a whitewashed fence; the kind you saw when you visited grandma's house. And she would win your heart. It was love, at first sight.

But if you stopped and listened, she whispered, "Keep out, or die."

For she was alive. Behind those French laden doors lay the most demonic of creatures. She peered into the hearts of men from her bay windows. She enticed them with her beauty while veiling her eyes with the frail shutters she wore. And when crossing her threshold, she rained seduction upon their souls. There was no turning back.

Those that entered her womb, she aborted with fury. She turned men against women until murder flowed into their subconscious. And when they lay across her bosom, caressing her every curve, she became their only desire. Self-destruction became their world. They carelessly plunged into the abyss of her wretchedness; fallen, smitten by her dark brown planks of love. They filled her wooden veins with their last ounce of blood.

And as I turned the handle, I knew, but I walked into that house anyway.

The House Around the Corner by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Cave

Traveling the Egyptian desert in search of artifacts, Sam found a cave. With a torch in one hand and a bag in the other, he entered. A hundred feet in - SNAP! A backhand to the head. As the torch flew from his hand, blood gushed from his head; he could no longer calculate the way out. Staggering, he tripped over molehills and plummeted into a pit of mummies. Face-down, something touches him. Startled, he watches a mummy rise in full battle gear.

Half dead with his back broken, he snorts the cyanide as the sword bears down upon him.

The Cave by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Difficulty

Trouble initiates in the mind
as drugs set you against mankind;
it shades the truth with a lie,
you cant decide whats right.
Everything's a blur;
darkness is light,
lethal night:
your life –
dies.

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

Bitter Wine

Decisions of life
are always encompassing
     – think before you choose:
bitter wine extends the left,
sweet happiness on the right.

Bitter Wine by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Books

The beamish boy
embraces books;
     reading continually.

Gibbering speech?
     Only when
          ones reading
          ceases.

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

Turmoil

Depressed;
     Locked in a box;
Decaying everyday;
     Not living life to its fullest;
Dying

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

Trafficking

Baseball and lollipops,
Football stars and cheerleader squads,
Basketball and the movies,
Everyone lives in make believe.

Snap, crackle and pop,
The girl next door was dropped,
knocked out, drugged up, into the trunk;
Sold for a price of a gum drop.

Drug trafficking and kidnapping,
girls are snatched for sexual acts;
Men and women cheer to the screen,
as they willfully ignore the obscene.

Who cares about our society
Or the people given to adversity,
As long as the entertainment is seen,
Those girls, are just a long lost dream.

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

The Wedding Present

The newlyweds burst into tears when their grandparents offered them an incredible gift; a house, with one condition. They had to use the paint the previous owner left for the interior.

Without hesitation, they willingly agreed.

The next morning they raced to their brand-new home. Upon entering, they noticed in the middle of the room a note taped to a bucket. It read, "The rest is in the basement, have fun."

They removed the lid, laughed and said, "what a dark, sexy inky red this is." Let the games begin!

Without a brush, they plunged their hands in, smearing it on the walls, and each other. Oh, what fun, they roared! Once the can was empty, into the basement they ran.

And what a horrific scene it was. Red liquid dripped from the ceiling. It covered everything in sight. Alarmed, they turned to the left observing chainsaws and butcher knives soaked with this liquid substance. The bride leaps back in terror. Glancing to her right — dismembered human remains.

They screamed in horror; "this is human blood, not paint!"

Sitting on death row they learned their grandparents made a deal with the mob. Twenty years later, the debt was paid.

The Wedding Present by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Sparrow

The sparrow dances amongst the trees,
Chirping and singing wild and free.
Playing within the afternoon breeze,
Displaying her beauty for me to see.

Sweet is she, flying serene
In and out, around the trees.
She stops, she looks…as I sing,
She whistles back singing to me;

Chirp-de-dee, chirp-de-dee
is the song she sings to me,
Chirp-de-dee, chirp-de-dee,
oh what fun, we both agree!

Then at once, off she goes
to bring this joy to another soul;
to brighten their day, to remove dismay
to sing a song and offer her play.

Chirp-de-dee, chirp-de-dee,
what a beautiful memory;
Chirp-de-dee, chirp-de-dee
The day goes on merrily.

The Sparrow by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Bet

Beyond the skylight, one does sit,
waiting, as his saliva does drip
down his chin and onto his tray;
you sit — you feed him this day.

And with the spoon within your grip,
you feed this one, a meal that's fit:
you shovel the food into his lips —
whoops, he spits all over his bib!

And now you scream and yell — come on,
because this one is no child at all;
he's a man, that's playing the fool,
yet you try, but you can't keep your cool.

So instead, you grab the gin,
light a smoke and deeply breathe in,
as you take a stand to tell this fool,
"You won the bet, I'm done with you!"

The lesson learned from this childish act,
is not to bet when you don't have the facts.
For when you do, you'll pay your debt,
and this time around, you have your regret.

The Bet by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Testimony

A man arose with a testimony so cold,
about soundbites recorded last night.

     A man and his friend butchered a man,
          over a scrip for land.

And now they sit with blood on their hands
with their faces faded to white.

For the noose awaits,
     … without - a specified date.

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

Sudden Death

private enterprise
is the American scene,
     yet its sudden death;
corporate monopolies
force feed political beasts

Sudden Death by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

She’s Fully Aware

She's fully aware playing her part,
When her soliloquy brings its art.
She leaves her mark on the hearts of men;
Twisting and turning the whorish pen,
That writes the lines right into their heart.

She writes of dreams, with her loved filled dart,
Playing the tart, with every man's heart;
Supplies their needs, every now and then,
She's fully aware.

She is a temptress, playing her part,
Taking these men, destroying their heart.
With the flick of her tongue, she will pen
Any word needed to play these men.
For though they walk blinded by her dart,
She's fully aware.

She’s Fully Aware by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Selah

Seventy times, they cried, they sang
     - "Salvation belongs to G-d"
then with vocals paused,
they whispered Selah,
as they gave glory to G-d;
     silence commenced,
     as the singers did end,
     to offer veneration to G-d;
          Selah.

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

Ruined by the World

A gift from heaven;
protected by her parents
     - ruined by the world -
brainwashed, bullied and abused,
during her time at grade school.

Ruined by the World by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Rebellious Child

To my rebellious little child,
who acts so wild;
temper tantrums
marks your anthems;

filling your little escapades
to get your way –
bringing dismay,
so stop … this day

or face the rod of correction
for reflection;
molding your ways,
for brighter days.

Rebellious Child by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Plurality of Man

The plurality of man,
none understands;
     for on Friday, he will enlighten,
     then on Monday he will frighten.

The example will be seen,
in the defense that he sings,
when his tardiness is challenged.

Will he be a combatant,
or a man of enlightenment?

One will never understand, man.

Plurality of Man by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Sunday Service

Eight o'clock Sunday morning kids up, dressed and ready for church. The family huddles for the morning hug. Once done dad yells, "BREAK!" as they sprint to the van. Baby in the back, teens in the middle, mom and dad sitting front and center. Dad storms off to church as mom screeches, "What beautiful children, we have my dear!".

Thirty minutes later they arrive. Worried they were going to be late for the special ceremony, dad smiled at the children and said, "Wait here for mommy and me, we will be right back."

Exiting the van, hand in hand, they make their way to the church. Upon entering, mom glances back, waves, and then close the doors behind her. Turning towards the altar, she draws the shotgun out from under her skirt. As she waits anxiously, dad continues forward. He steals the money from the offering plates, shoving it into his pockets. Before the reverend finished the prayer, dad tabulated the earnings and yelled, "What a blessing the Lord has presented this day!"

Frighten by the yell, a baby awakens screaming in terror. Immediately, the clergymen spring to their feet, noticing offering plates scattered upon the floor, and a man dressed like a priest running down the center aisle towards the door. Not grasping what has happened, they yell, "Stop! Call the police, we have a thief in the house of God!"

Before another word was expired, mom fired, blasting Jesus and the crucifix. Dad plummeted to the floor as he watched in horror as the cross decapitated the preacher. In that instance, they knew arrest was inevitable. They would be incarcerated; taken to the midlands for execution.

This idea, they were not entertaining.

Into the van, without a sound, dad rushed off. With the accelerator pinned, he drove like an asshat on crack. Two red lights, then four, hitting ninety miles an hour, blowing by the cops, the pursuit was on. Dad screamed, "Good Lord, were through!" Heading for the freeway, he accelerated to evade the cops. Veering in and out of traffic he smashed everything in sight. He thought for sure this would stop them. But not this time, the police closed in, they were determined.

Knowing it was only a matter of seconds before they were apprehended, he laughed sadistically as he looked to his children, and then his wife, screaming, "They're not taking us alive."

Sunday Service by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Need It Now

Nefarious hearts do their part,
Enticing many to stray.
Engaging the mind ... to intertwine,
Deleterious effects at play.

Idle intentions summons its reference,
Tempting you to stray;

     Never ending scenes
     Of incalescent dreams,
     Waiting for you to betray.

Need It Now by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

My Anxiety

She is like the undercurrent
swirling beneath the sea,
striking in an instance
she'll bring you to your knees.

She enters in the evening
or during the morning breeze,
for time has no barrier,
against this ravenous beast.

She peels away your sanity
like the leaf upon the tree;
fading into oblivion,
withering within the breeze.

For she comes when not expected,
to do the one thing she does well …
to take away your sanity,
to bring you under her spell.

My Anxiety by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Never Far Away

In route,
hot pursuit;
     a traffic stop,
     a coffee shop,
     then the unexpected:
          "I let my guard down
          for a split second
          and was attacked
          by a damn goon!"

New mindset,
a self check;
     danger set – at arms stretch;
          it's never far away;
               always pray …
               to return home,
               each and every day.

Never Far Away by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Modern Day Rome

Running away
from modern day Rome,
my soul is knackered as I roam;
     far from the city I do flee,
     but every place I seek,
     their eyes are on me.

In this land where we once were free,
we live in a prison, so serene;
     serving corporations
     upon our knees,
     as they finance prisons
     from sea to sea.

I gesticulate,
for all to see
serfdom fate in which they'll be.

Yet,
self-entitled ignorance
blinds their means.

Modern Day Rome by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Bachelor Party

With the courtesan now dressed in her jammies,
the man looked on with insanity;

     Her waist was patched,
     with a big note attached –
     stating, "I have a case of the clap!"

What can he conceive,
for his wedding night scene,
that will be had, in less than an hour!

Bachelor Party by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

A Teenage Son

My dear young son,
what have you done,
I fear you wont pass twenty.

Your out drinking wine,
smoking joints of every kind,
doing whatever your heart inclines.

God knows I did try,
to make you happy and kind,
but it seems I failed in my trying.

But now my dear son,
please stop drinking your rum,
and come back to your dear ole pa.

For my hair has gone gray,
as I ah worrying each day
if you will make home or be dead in a grave.

My heart is about done,
your ma ... a feeble one,
we both pray you'll live past today.

A Teenage Son by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Sally

One Friday night Sally was home alone. She danced to the tunes of her favorite Beatles album as she prepared for the auctions. She packed every single knick-knack she knocked off around the neighborhood, with care. Tomorrow, come noon, she will score big. In those boxes sat a gold mine of cash.

Startled by a flash, she turns viewing the emergency alert, "Rapist escaped, last seen on Downey Street, armed and dangerous!"

At once, she ran and locked the doors and windows, waiting with the shotgun by her side. Thirty minutes later a knock, a click - the lock got picked. Sally stood fast, waiting to teach this pervert a lesson. As the door crept open, she seized her assailant's attention; stripping and spinning as the sick bastard watched and sung a melody to bring fear. But to his surprise, she grabbed him, shoving the defender of death into his gut, forcing him to masturbate. And when he least expected it, she reached in — SLASH, CUT — pureed at high speed, right into a cup.

With the barrel pointed, taking his last breath, he forced himself to drink. BANG — she blew out his chest.

Eleven o'clock news — Rapist found dead.

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

Lunatic

The mind of a madman
is set to his hand,
like a fire enraged by a fan.

His enormity began,
when they refused his demand:
the mind of a madman.

For he acts on his plan,
to decimate the land,
like a fire enraged by a fan.

The run of his span
is destruction that's planned:
the mind of a madman.

So as according to plan,
none could withstand,
like a fire enraged by a fan.

For when his day began,
his madness was grand -
the mind of a madman:
like a fire enraged by a fan.

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

My Chemical Warfare

Medical practitioners,
and the health profession
     - GUILTY -
showing arrogance!

"my chemical warfare",
he exclaimed,
was of ethics;
cyanide capsules for suicide!

The judgment,
continue - case dismissed.

My Chemical Warfare by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

I Love You

Isolated from within your reach, I

Long for the day to once again meet; I
Offset the emptiness within my soul, as I
Vicariously await your tender hold - that I
Envision with each passing phase, of the moon. I

Yearn for the time to hold you near, as I
Obediently await, I am drenched in tears. For I,
Under the nights full light, just wait, just wait; for you and I.

I Love You by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Homerun

The end of the game,
the batter needs fame –
the pitch, the swing, the ball sings;

     blazing by, the shortstops cry,
     the crowds shocked;
          an update:
               Animal heading for home plate!

Holy hell, the runner expels
as he's edified rounding third base.
     He slides – an elephant trampled his face!

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

I’m Sorry, Not!

     Blame Game;
Never my fault:
     I narrate using lies;
Zero accountability;
     – Sorry

I’m Sorry, Not! by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

I Ate My Valentine

The day became an inferno of rage,
for you took my heart, melting it away
from the blow you dealt on this cherished day.
So now do pray they will lock me away.

For when I come like a devil in flight,
I will snatch your soul, from your useless life;
sending you home to where the flame burns bright;
a never ending torture filled with strife.

And please do not sit and dare ask me why
I have this sensation wrecking my mind.
For on this day, you hung me out to dry,
as you shattered my dreams and stole me blind.

So on this Valentines day I will feast,
eating your flesh like a shark shredding meat.

I Ate My Valentine by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Creator

For one to say there is no G-d,
That man is just a fool;
    For one to say that G-d is theirs,
    That man is a fool times two.

For one Creator, does exist,
And is all to all;
    No man owns the rights to G-d,
    Even though he believes he does.

G-d is not a religion,
Nor a man disguised as one.

The Creator is a spirit,
And nothing within is flawed;
    And even with our visions,
    the Creator is not what we deem.

For the Creator is the Father
and the mother to us all that be;
    the western mind can't see these things,
    so instead they twist and scream.

The Creator is not a man,
nor a human disguised as one,
    The Creator is a spirit,
    in which we cannot comprehend,
         For once you place G-d in a box
         You limited G-d to your plan.

The Creator by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Created Six

Created six,
did the Creator insist
with every letter spoken.

And in between,
the letters seen,
did lay the hidden tokens;
     to remove the veil
     from the hearts of men,
     allowing his will to be spoken.

Created Six by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Cracks

cracks in the ceiling
signals the end has begun
     destruction awaits
          do we stop what has started
          or relax contemplating

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

Cigar Smoke

Battles fought and won,
with the price of young men's blood
    - over cigar smoke
Politicians entertain
in order to obtain votes.

Cigar Smoke by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Challenged

You challenged the beast with your wise speech,
even as his bullets did sing:

    "Aim for the head … leave for dead,
         He will no longer speak!"

So what did you do?
you did not swoon;
you fought; you
slew the
beast.

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

Beaver Pot Pie

A crick in my neck
and pistols in hand,
I'm stopping the beavers
from creating a dam.

Shots explode;
     an unsightly surprise;
          a year supply
          of beaver pot pie.

Beaver Pot Pie by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Case Closed

When Megan was young, she heard whispers everywhere. Many believed it to be the devil, others swore spirits of the dead. They didn't realize this was a gift, a gift allowing her to transcend time.

As the years past, the whispers transformed into vocals of rage. They sang of terror, of murder, of mayhem, forcing her to watch as their songs unfolded.

She would cry, "No more! Make it stop!" But the haunting continued. The time arrived for her to welcome this gift.

She joined the force and rose through the ranks. She worked day and night, case after case. Every case assigned; she closed! The felons would plead for mercy; for they knew and dared not challenge. In return, they received life without parole, instead of the electric chair.

Then one day, things changed. She was assigned a case involving a young girl that was beaten and left for dead. The damage was unimaginable. Sickened by the report, she went home and slept until the voices came telling of the horrors.

"Megan, three men entered. The organizer, in his twenties, was whipping the child mercilessly. The second feckless perpetrator suffocated the girl to the point of unconsciousness. The third shattered her eye socket and jaw. They raped her Megan; they left her for dead."

Awoken, she could bear no more. "Justice must prevail!" she cried.

She calls in the lead at once, checks her weapons and heads out. Within sixty minutes, she arrived at their location. She storms the building finding the three men, stinking of whiskey, out cold. One by one, she served them justice. She slit their throats, stretching their tongues through the opening. The mark of a Mafia hit, the Columbian necktie. They each gasped their last breath. Once finished, she fled unseen.

The next morning the newspapers read, "Gang violence: three men found butchered in their apartment."

Her colleagues, aware of her ongoing investigation, worried she may have been one of those murdered during the attacks. When Megan walked into the precinct, relief overwhelmed them.

The case was now closed.

As she headed towards her office, the Captain replied, "Megan, we deal with so many cases that never get resolved. You, however, never stop to amaze me. How could you have known the mob targeted these animals for assassination?"

She turns towards the Captain and smiles as he assigns her the next case.

Case Closed by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Alphabet

The connection of man to the Devine
flows from three letters of the pen
that transcended before the creation of time.

The Aleph, the Tav and the Mem,
when positioned in line
is the veracity of the Devine.

For surrounding every letter —
thought of, written or spoken;
from the first to the last … right through the center;

the truth is clearly perceived
by those willing to seek,
the significance of the letters seen.

The Alphabet by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Politics

They braved the crowd, to speak aloud,
with a flitter to their speech -

     "Cornbread and beer and toasting all year!"

was their impolitic speech,
to tax you beyond belief.

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

Left waiting

Im left waiting, and contemplating
for how your life will end;
a gun unloads or your car explodes,
either way you'll lose your head.

For in this life, you abused all in sight,
your a disgrace to all your friends.
You lied with grace, as you spat in their face;
all the while, you just pretend.

I pray for your soul, that it becomes whole,
before your friends bring your end.
For a gun to the head or an explosion instead
will be kinder than what your friends intend.

Left waiting by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Interview

This morning the quadrants of my heart were coming apart. My car wouldn't start, no matter how much of a nudge I gave it with the sledgehammer. This was my first interview in four months, and now this!

So I did what any other rational person would do, I seized a brimful of whisky and chugged every last drop. Right then, I knew I needed a win. I could not forbear paying rent any longer.

I called the taxi and exchanged all my paintings for a ride. And to my surprise, drunk and wasted, the job was mine!

The Interview by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Storm

Winds howling,
the blizzard is prowling
     - no mercy in sight.

The Storm:
     a Revolutionary War;
     a relentlessness storm
         - of historic proportions.

The Coast:
     war-torn;
         death entwined with life,
         as the whirlwind of ice
             - devastates beyond prediction.

The End:
     mayhem has set;
         no food, no water, no light;
         no travel day or night
         until the storm rescinds:
             ending her fury of ice!

The Storm by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Be Content

Always wanting more,
sacrificing everything
     - the rise and the fall -
It only last a short while,
therefore, learn to be content.

Be Content by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The TV

One boring eve I decided to try a little TV.

I flicked off the light, turned on the tube to enjoy a show. Little did I know the raster from the set would drive me insane, like a jet that had to climb; missing a flagpole sticking out of the towers head. So instead, I flattened the damn set!

Then, I tried a little herbal; self-medication to sooth my nerves. The kind that makes the mind run wild as it races through your head; blowing by the cops with the detector left unset, leaving you drenched in sweat.

The TV by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Light

Bright light, no light,
green light, red;
dim light, silent night;
     no sun upon life;
         no mankind,
         no sight.

Blue light, dark night,
sky fades, no sight;
     The day becomes night;
         No Light.

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

Blackmail

Nepotism does rise,
when you reorganize
your fouling little lies;

    "the cervical canal was breached"...
    I swear I will preach,
    unless you pay me thrice:
        Pay up, or die!

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

Sad Farewell

Slain in a robbery,
a mother of two
living in poverty.
A sad farewell,
as it happened so soon,
on a bloody
valentines afternoon.

Sad Farewell by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Al Capone

If Al Capone is a thief, what is the government?

Al Capone by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Reckless

Free speech is reckless when it doesn't enforce your agenda.

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

Neighbors

Encompassed by lunacy; forced into diplomacy; neighbors embrace with forgery.

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

Target Practice

White
paper
printed black;
sniper pulls back:
targets are attacked;
no more color of black.
Civil forces complacent,
as they sat in adulation;
worshipping their marks on the paper,
where bullets pierced the images of men.

Target Practice by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Comment

This poem was driven by an article I read a few days ago that upset me. I am writing this poem to help bring light to the issues of social injustice and bigotry we face in society.

Ordinary

A Buddhist priest
entered: Handsome,
shaved head,
clothes ordinary...Wow,
he talked about life!

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

Memories of Love

Memories of love
are not obtained by the fool
in search of romance;
they trust in relationships
built upon love at first sight.

Memories of Love by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Steak Dinner

Outfitted for hell
his blasphemy did tell,
the story of his fate;

     He ate concentrate
     injected into his steak...
     causing injuries
     to his brain.

What a waste of steak!

Steak Dinner by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

The Swim

I dove into a streamlet
not accounting its depth,
all of a sudden
     - SNAP -
my neck,
what the heck?

I regret this decision,
energised by a vision
     - to swim!

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

What Comes From Love

All the evil from man comes from love.
Yet, it is not from above.
It is from his lust.
Pure disgust.
Greed.

He seeks that which he cannot speak of.
For he is about self-love.
It is from his lust.
Pure disgust.
Needs.

He is ice cold as the snow above.
Silencing your inner dove.
It is from his lust.
Pure disgust.
Bleed.

What Comes From Love by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Forgotten

Forgotten upon this sea of life
where perils enter in great strife;
time passes by and does not light,
as I drift without a dwelling in sight.

I lived, I loved, I became undone,
drifting as I can't outrun
the oceans of hostility -
that destroyed all my humanity.

I long for a day
where I can stay
upon a land
where a home does stand.

But until that time
I will drift like wind
upon the sea that never ends,
that defines my life with emptiness.

For I am a man without a home,
drifting upon this sea alone;
roaming, as I try to find,
yet, I wait…

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

Coming Undone

Coming undone gardening,
my wife caught me harboring
a flower to her dislike.

Now my marriage ends
like all wedding trends,
in financial strife.

What would be the reaction,
if she caught me in action
with my bike?

Coming Undone by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

The Two Fools

The bastard and the bully
were one of a kind truly;
a match ... made in heaven.

For she would abuse
with the tip of her tongue,
as he would treat her as dung.

Ten years in they played in sin,
and in grief they lived their lives;
using sex to bring their demise.

Then one day, in the middle of May
the bullets entered their brains;
She a shotgun and he an AK,
together they lay where they played.

So in the end, their game did extend
right into the bottom of their grave.

The Two Fools by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Cockroaches

Your dead on your bed,
as cockroaches come in.
They devour your head,
like a drunk drinking gin.

As cockroaches come in
they cover your bed.
They consume all your skin
like men being fed.

They devour your head
in the silence of night;
they begin to shred
like a razor in flight.

Like a drunk drinking gin,
on a cold dark night,
your daughter staggered in...
to a monstrous sight.

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

Besieged

Feeling so lonely
in the traditions of life
     - happiness is dead -
Besieged by a godless world,
I'm slowly breaking apart.

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

Artwork

Image;
Perfect outlines
Swirling around my mind.
Never again replicated
     - Artwork

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

War

Wars declaration,
the option for your demise
on her battlefield.
The military complex;
its priority - you die.

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

Time Slowed Down

human in danger,
people in danger;
time slowed down
- the brains in danger.
schizophrenia
constructs
reality;
time is an illusion.

Time Slowed Down by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Cross, Not a T

The Chi and the Rho
are the letters
one should know.

For the Tau - the T,
is not what it seems
as it is based on the movies,
pure fictional fantasy.

For the Chi
with the Rho
symbolizes what
all should know,
about their one
that bled on a tree,
not the T.

For if what they say,
is true to this day,
then death must play
to this tune;

     A grueling delayed death,
     upon the mountain crest,
     on a cross made of wood.

But from where history stood,
the T came to be
only after Constantine
entered the scene;

     For he changed the Chi, the X to a T
     obscuring your religious creed.

His ancient lie became everyone's alibi,
in the modern day charade,
of the Western parade
- named religion.

The Cross, Not a T by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

I’m Done

Torrential rains transcending down upon me
from your morbid vengeance of self centeredness,
with your lust of destruction and your melancholy state;
     Im done, your dead to me,
     you illicit bastard one!

I’m Done by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Banished

Banished
from the village.
The virus replied,
"we may kill society,
just hope the government
can satisfy equal rights".

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

The Signorina

The beautiful signorina,
weeping plethora
over her lovers grave.

For the night before,
she loved and adored,
when her lover engaged.

Little did they know,
the balsam they adored
would cease, being no more.

He was shipped out in morn,
where the battleships did mourn,
overreaching the seaboard floor.

The Signorina by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Last Call

Last Call - free education for all!

But U.S. students
- He Whispered -
don't qualify.

But Why?

A lower-income population
creates a political nation
of indentured servants
for corporate serpents.

Of course,
to bring forth
the political trojan horse
of a dictator nation enforced.

Last Call by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Vessel of Your Elohim

Virtue begins with speech,
Eager to be released -
Swirling upon the streets...
Symphonies filled with peace.
Every word we extol,
Leaves impressions of gold

On those we meet in life,
Fragile, replete with strife.
Yet, the words will provide
Only if spoken wise -
Uplifting the demise
Riveting all their minds;

     Elevate and embrace,
     Love with a heart of grace.
     Overlook all their faults,
     Helping to bring results.
     Implore to walk in love,
     Mastering...whats above.

Vessel of Your Elohim by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Seahawks

The blue and gold
confused my soul,
for gold was suppose to win.

But to my fault,
I over thought
that blue could slide on in.

So in the end
the blue did win
and now I want to sin.

My day awry,
in full dismay,
with blue being my nemesis.

The Seahawks by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Go Packers

Yellow and blue make green,
and you see the yellow
dominates the green.

For upon the shoulders
of the blue you'll see
a little patch of green.

For when yellow collides
it makes the blue
lose its pride;

Smeared upon the canvas
where they collide -
the blue dies.

Go Packers by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Western Religion

Jesus;
     Jewish Rabbi;
     Taught Oral Tradition,
     not the precepts of Christian law.
Saint Paul;
     Taught paganism
     by blending Judaism -
     a new religion called Christian.
Teacher;
     indoctrinates;
     Teaching Paul's law, not G-d's.
     Converting all to follow Paul -
Pontiff

Western Religion by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Dubious Man

A dubious man
is encompassed by ruin,
for all his actions
are acquiesced in lockstep.

Dubious Man by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Animals

An ordinance designed,
for the public to see;
"We kill by decree."
Animals! cant you see,
adoption is key,
not death by decree.

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

In the Woods

Twas the dawn of day, as they mustered to brave,
the orders given in hand.
Each one in line, to engage the time...
while knowing they may lay where they stand.

As the dawn broke through, the orders rang true
- hell broke out in the dawn lit woods.
There was blood stained trees with bodies in streams,
as death came where they stood.

A few advanced, but many...no chance
as the ambush was unseen.
Dead in their graves, mowed down in waves,
and the rest have yet to be seen.

For in those woods, where the soldiers firmly stood,
are many unmarked graves.
While their souls still haunt, where the guns did taunt,
each one who could not be saved.

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

Undress Me

My
lover;
my loving
gentle giant;
engaged for eight months,
then we became transformed.
Married to my one true love,
until the day his veil wore thin;
he would undress me, then abuse me,
descending upon me in vicious rage
as I kicked and screamed in terrorized fear;
his unlawful act of carnal hate
overlooked by society;
hid in the vows of marriage;
the bride not heard or seen
until it's too late;
one more victim;
spousal rape;
the bride
died.

Undress Me by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Vanished Dreams

the precepts of hell
and western theology
- they are vanished dreams
twisted by modern prophets
their knowledge is vanity

Vanished Dreams by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

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Cold & Broken

alone;
cold and broken;
in eternal anguish:
abused, tattered and forsaken
     - withdrawn

Cold & Broken by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Color I See

I see a shade that has no end,
it isn't black, blue, yellow or red.
It comes from the pits of death
where all colors blend - it has no end.

It looks like the sun blended with the moon,
like the ice melted upon your floor;
for as soon as you see it, like the light
- choked out by the slam of the door.

It feels like a breeze that cannot please,
like the heat on a destructive summers eve
that leaves you dripping and screaming
in sweat, as if drowning in the thick of the sea.

For it is a color unlike any other,
a shade that fades to death;
it is darkness merged with light,
that when seen...devours your breath.

Can you see the color I see?

The Color I See by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Built with Lies

the answers to life
that gives one hope everyday
     it is built with lies
your ambition is futile,
everything is deception.

Built with Lies by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Success

Success,
defined two ways;
earn more or expect less.
One leads to life, the other death;
Reflect.

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

The Ladder

Ladder;
Two directions;
Ascending, descending;
Perdition or enlightenment
     - judgement

The Ladder by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Wasted Tears

Wasted life,
wasted tears,
living in fear
of what could be,
but never will be.

For you see
only what could be,
but never in actuality,
as fear drives
you to insanity.

Stop seeing
what could be,
and live freely
outside the chaos
within your mind.

Value your life,
seek whats outside;
     live each day
     to its fullest.

For fear
will always convene,
but tomorrow
may never be seen.

Wasted Tears by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Untitled #1

Alone;
forced social death,
drifting the internet;
a lifetime in solitary
     - Marriage

Untitled #1 by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Indoctrinated

tenderness and truth,
unattainable by youth
  - indoctrinated -
raised in immorality,
no more rationality

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

Smile for Me

Female -
     pretty lady,
     smile for me my baby;
     harassment on the city streets
          - Object
               just eye candy
               treated with great disdain;
               sexual objects for profits
                    - Enraged

Smile for Me by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Selfish Love

Selfish;
Love only me;
You get yours I got mine,
I dont care what happens to you
     - Ego

Selfish Love by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

New Beginnings

self-worth;
new beginnings
to an ascetic life;
a metamorphosis within
     - rebirth

New Beginnings by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Peace

white dove;
eternal peace
flowing upon us all;
tranquility enters our hearts
     - world peace

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

Heartache

Heartache;
a shattered world
drowning in anarchy
where godlessness abounds daily
     - anguish

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