Tuesday, June 30

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

Monday, June 29


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

Wednesday, June 24

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

Sunday, June 21

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

Monday, June 15

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

Thursday, June 11


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 –

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

Tuesday, June 9

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

Sunday, June 7


The beamish boy
embraces books;
     reading continually.

Gibbering speech?
     Only when
          ones reading

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

Friday, June 5


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

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

Wednesday, June 3


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

Monday, June 1

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