Sunday, January 31

The Injection

We briefly chant,
as the moonlight slants
down the veins of our wrists.

And as we slump
on the porcelain stump
we inject the gaudy clump.

For it brings us life
from our days of lies
as we tumble into its bliss.

And while we cry,
as our days drift by,
we swear — only One more time.

Yet, as limbo sets in
we begin to binge
as we deeply breath and sigh.

For as we exhale
the dealer spoke tales
of the papers we did sign.

But little did we know
the injection we sown
was the One that brought our demise.

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

Saturday, January 30

The Couch

Ten at night with the temperature sitting above hundred and ten, the air conditioner just short-circuited. The outside air – motionless. Perspiration flowed; it was hell with no end in sight.

Then an idea!

We stole the neighbor's couch; shredded it and lined her with plastic painters sheets. Once done, we filled her up.

Instant body cooler. We climbed in, watched TV and drank our beers in glory.

Ninety minutes later a knock, it was the police. The issue, we were on probation. If caught, nine months in the big house.

We would need to burn that couch.

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

Wednesday, January 27


Standing upon the ferocious sea
as waves encompass about my knees,
I sit and stare at the tragedy 
of societies belligerent greed.

People stalk as they drop their lines,
hooking items not worth a dime;
what does it matter if they can’t eat
as long as they snatch that worthless treat.

And when these concrete seas collide
will they see the Western lie?
For no fish will be left to eat,
from these barren concrete sheets.

I pity these peoples with their moral disease
who strive each day to fill this creed:

   "I'll buy want I want, 
   but not what I need”.

For they all bought into the American dream
of the bastardized Western decayed scene.

So remember when you buy that toy
or a bag of groceries filled with joy,
that when these concrete seas run dry
you choose to rely on the American lie.

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

Monday, January 25


Light after light
I sit in strife
as life passes on by.

Then I go,
and stop once more.
I can’t get through the lights!

Three times red,
I’m still not ahead …
sitting where I stopped.

Fifteen minutes later
I edge a little straighter,
over the crosswalks line!

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

Friday, January 22

The Teenage Life

I’m seventeen and I’ll live as I please
without consideration for authority.
For my life is free with its psychedelic dreams,
of smoking my pot and doing as I please.

And if I drink … a quart of wine,
steal a fifth, or smoke one joint at a time,
who will dare cease me? for remember,
I’m just a teen who can do as I please,
and no one can do shit to me.

So a slap on the wrist and a grin on my face;
a flip of the bird – a waste of my day.
I stroll outside under the heavenly blue sky;
I light up my joint as I lift it to the sky.

For why? Remember what you told me:
I am just a teen and I won’t do time,
even if someone drops the dime.

So please stop bugging me,
it’s time to steal more wine.

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

Wednesday, January 20

Warning Signs

a law passes by
under a medical guise
    – these are warning signs
now when you speak, with free speech
you’ll end up in jail to die.

Warning Signs by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Monday, January 18

The World Judges

As the world gazes into my eyes,
she glances for a brief moment in time
at someone she conceives as fine
– paying no heed to the anguish inside.

She has no regard for the agony within
that is destroying, killing, tearing limb from limb:
like a guillotine severing the head of its victim
as it departs into a realm … of none existence.

She lacks any sense of humanity
as she judges with reckless insanity;
   gazing into my eyes of dejection
   she looks at a book by its cover,
   but hasn’t read a single expression.

She refuses to understand my position,
but rather judging with unjust suppositions:
as I cope with the poison marring my brain
I live in a time of great disdain
as I look for love or a friend of understanding;
   Love me,
   Cherish me,
   Stretch out your hand …
   to me — and see … me,
   the one who I am.

For I, I am in need of a friend,
not ignorant rejection
with a conversation that ends;
   try, but for a moment to set in my shoes
   seeing the paths in which I have stood,
   knowing the thoughts inside my mind,
   before you judge
   without understanding
   … my mind.

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

Saturday, January 16

Uneasy Dreams

No sleep,
uneasy dreams;
stealing my sanity;
one step towards the mental ward
– Deranged!

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

Thursday, January 14

The Country Home

It was a beautiful country house with a dark history. But the Williams didn’t care. They only thought of one thing, tripling their investment from this mansion that sat upon a hundred acres.

Ignoring the warnings, they sold everything and purchased it.

A year later, it was time to cash in. The house went up for sale. However, unlike the Williams, the potential buyers heeded the warnings.

You see, this mansion used to be a single story brothel. Men would satisfy themselves, and then dismember their victims. The remains were molded into lumber.

And from this, the mansion stands.

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

Tuesday, January 12

Suicide II

Suicide is not the cowards way out,
it is a way some choose to escape
the harshness of their everyday fate;
   their subjected to hate;
   no one relates:
   beat up, torn down
   day after day
   with no break …
      of the horror
      in which they face,
      on a daily base.

Once one is numb the game is done,
and many succumb to the tone of the drum
that will bring peace to the bullied life;
   a gun to the head,
   or an overdose in bed,
   or maybe, just maybe …
      a razor to run deep
      to bleed until dead.

But praise be to God if they speak of the rod
that brought their fate of self loathing hate;
   They came to you to speak true,
   to a friend who never considered them as one.

And whatever you do just listen true
to the words their breath spews,
for they are standing …
between this world and the next.
It’s you that will make the difference.

So listen all night
to help find their plight;
   offer a hand and a kiss on the cheek;
   hold them tight and be concrete.

Their life lies
in the tone that you sing
when you speak in truth,
   without abuse
      – but with love.

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

Sunday, January 10

Weak Smile

A handshake;
the unspoken words
are gesture that speak.

eye contact
and a weak smile
creates discussions
of distrust.

Weak Smile by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Friday, January 8

What Have I Done

What have I done
as I watched the years fly by:
      on why?

A lie;
   a life stolen in my prime
   by a corporate reality where I will die
   watching the arrow of the clock sling by;
      round and round and round it goes
      until I shrivel into a man with no home.

I wait for why?
   The corporate lie.

Day and night passes by
as I sit at the desk and die:
   in the grave I sit and dream,
   nine to five – not serene.
   Instead I live for the corporate king,
   filling their greed
   as my life passes by
   before my eyes.

I must break free from this lie;
the corporate alibi:
   work for me,
   and I will set you free
   to live your dreams.
   That is the tune they sing.

But me,
I’ll break free.
For my spirit cannot be bound
by the corporate chains of greed.

That life is no longer for me.
I’m done, I’ll stand free,
I won’t stay on my knees;
   I will live free
   and no longer wait for the lie
   they want me to believe;
      I’ll create my own destiny
      and breath!

What Have I Done by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Thursday, January 7

The Face of Disgrace

Different countries,
you’d think different folks.
Yet at the end of the day
they roll on the same spokes.

European powers embraced the slave trade,
while the French Republic colonized every damn day.

The United States exterminated the Native whole,
as the Germans annihilated the Jewish souls.

Stalin loved to produce man made famines,
while Mao executed to bring his earthly canons.

The Ottoman extinguished the Armenians,
while Italy slaughtered the Ethiopians.

And even with the Swiss who sat in the middle
entered the game of gold administration
from the Jews the Nazis cremated.

And if you believe your country is safe
realize they have a commonplace;
death for political power and elimination of a race.

The Face of Disgrace by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Wednesday, January 6

Stranger in the Mirror

The stranger in the mirror,
    is me;
        a fun loving gypsy,
        a spirit free!

Unafraid to live;
    chasing my dreams,
    surrounding myself
        with sunbeams;

For you see,
    I’m not bound to the world
    of make-believe;
        you know,
        the one …
            their version of reality.

Stranger in the Mirror by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Tuesday, January 5


When did it begin,
or may I say end;
   I fell, yet I stood tall;
   I died, yet I once lived for all.

But now I live as if dead;
no friends, no end
   - I can no longer defend.

Am I alive, or dead?
I cant decide, nor can I pretend
to make amends ... with anyone.

So then, do I live and struggle without end,
or do I live as if I’m already dead?

For this life can spin into a barbaric trend,
or end up leaving me lifeless and dead …
even when I have tried –
to just get by.

God knows I died, and I have tried,
   so I must decide
      – do I live or die?

I wont decide,
for either way
I’m dead;
life passes by without end.

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

Sunday, January 3


The “Great Leap Forward”,
a famine in disguise;
The “Nuremberg Trials”,
bodies lined the skies.

A mother and her child;
a bullet through her eye
was the work of the nazis
and the communist ties;

Organized terror
    orchestrated demise …
        set in the darkness of daylight.

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

Friday, January 1


No joke;
    Mix with coke.

Up the nose
or in the lungs,
either way,
your done.

Don’t worry,
It’ll suck;
    Cancer just began.

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