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Thursday, December 31

Traitors

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

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

Wednesday, December 30

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

Tuesday, December 29

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

Monday, December 28

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

Sunday, December 27

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

Saturday, December 26

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

Friday, December 25

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

Thursday, December 24

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

Wednesday, December 23

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

Tuesday, December 22

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

Monday, December 21

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

Sunday, December 20

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

Saturday, December 19

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

Tuesday, December 1

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