tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45914657988160902302024-03-13T07:54:47.323-07:00A Walk in Verseexpressing my views through poetry…Walk in Versehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03103010198956027238noreply@blogger.comBlogger328125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-41517368542296854262016-03-15T03:04:00.000-07:002016-03-15T03:04:10.059-07:00Another Day
Green blades,
Blue days,
Yellow flowers
Begin to tower.
Warm days
Set the stage,
The birds pray
To the golden rays.
Life begins
With musical whims;
The trees spin,
The apricots live.
The sun sets,
The wind jets
Across the sky,
The day went by.
Another Day by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In VerseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-21892075964377102392016-03-07T18:19:00.000-08:002016-03-07T18:19:05.911-08:00A Decade of Living
For the past decade, I've been locked away
Forgetting how to live each and every day.
And yet I believed I was living my life,
But rather I lived in a virtuous strife.
It beat me down as the tunnel closed in;
My lens grew thin, my mind begun to spin.
I couldn’t recall how to see the light;
I only drifted in a terrifying flight.
Demons ravaged every corner of my brain
Like a train Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-64020194874962504232016-03-04T04:50:00.000-08:002016-03-04T04:50:17.255-08:00You Win, We’ll Leave
Tip top are the words he would say,
Ordering all – to win his way;
Didn’t matter in whom he harmed,
Disingenuously he would charm.
Yielding to his outright deception,
Oasis of promise was his invention.
Ulterior motives – his only intention.
Without contrition, he flowered his seeds,
Implanting the heart just like the weed
Narcissistically nurturing his golden scheme.
You Win, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-69703414794234940362016-03-02T04:26:00.000-08:002016-03-02T04:26:03.049-08:00Springs Coming
Long lines intertwine,
Sunlit vines embrace the sky.
Blue light, sonic boom:
How beautiful, the vines bloom.
Springs Coming by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-22510264976586776882016-02-29T03:47:00.000-08:002016-02-29T03:47:14.027-08:00Politics
Class warfare;
A political prize
Seated in constitutional disguise.
Why?
The socialist alibi;
Eradication of your private life
By any means –
Even your demise.
For Blue or Red equals your dead.
No sides, just pure suicide
Of the Western way of life.
By the way,
Your next presidential race,
Don’t worry its too Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-18721625460047975082016-02-27T03:38:00.000-08:002016-02-27T03:38:03.099-08:00Beauty
Beauty:
Only skin deep.
Use and regard them not;
Disgusting individual.
Shallow.
Beauty by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In VerseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-87640645307915537782016-02-25T03:19:00.000-08:002016-02-25T03:19:01.263-08:00Society
Todays society
Is Western sobriety
Of where left is right,
Lets enlighten this plight;
Rape is delight,
A loved filled device.
Murder depends
On the one who bends
The rules to what is right;
Abortion is good,
But death of an animal
Will bring your doom.
Either way
It is just a tool
To brainwash the fools.
So then,
Pick up a pen
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-32618236007309108122016-02-23T02:57:00.000-08:002016-02-23T02:57:07.879-08:00One in the Same
1920 and 2015,
Methods were used
To cause the extreme.
Violence and terror
Reigning the streets free,
But not from the people
Living among the seas.
For in the 20’s, Lenin ran free,
But in the 21st century
The West reigns supreme.
Same policies,
Same political disease.
The only difference,
The implementation of ideas.
One stained blue,
With fifty shades of red.
The other - an Eastern green Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-10083818174151779562016-02-21T19:17:00.000-08:002016-02-21T19:17:04.569-08:00Upon a Hill
Upon a hill, young men died
As battlefield ballistics clarified
When the afterworld breathed new life.
For upon that hill, a battle engaged:
Crimson colored pools
Drank the blood of the brave.
Rotted bodies became the terrain;
Their coffin, the earth where they lay.
Life exchanged for political gain.
Upon a Hill by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In VerseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-58154112298275649772016-02-19T19:20:00.000-08:002016-02-19T19:20:04.004-08:00A Nation Apart
Malcolm X and Martin Luther King
Fought to free us from slavery.
Yet with each generation, since they been gone,
We enter back into the harem of harm;
Spilling of the lip,
Smoking the joints,
Sipping back the fifties
As we smoke our bros:
We’ve become the slaves
 Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-63359567867839065252016-02-17T03:41:00.000-08:002016-02-17T03:41:00.260-08:00Back to the Factories
When a government,
Needs to change the scene
Breaking away
From a countries creed,
Here is a little trick
From the communist regime,
And trust me,
It's easier than it seems.
Start by expanding a tax,
Make it unbearable, make it black:
Then take away
Their voice to attack.
Next place signs with one decree:
“Speak out against the mighty regime,
And watch what happens at a quarter to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-60729730232619337502016-02-15T22:07:00.000-08:002016-02-15T22:07:05.232-08:00Sir Eschen
At the delicatessen, self-confession.
A sissy spoke with obsession
About the murderer Sir Eschen;
He killed with discretion:
Taking fang in possession
He pummeled with aggression
All his victims in succession;
Leaving no trail nor confession
Of death by man's expression:
Police affirmed transgression,
Teeth penetrated: wolf like impression.
His whereabouts – without suggestion.
What Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-63729371327121818552016-02-13T03:56:00.000-08:002016-02-13T03:56:05.054-08:00Miss the Mark
To miss the mark is not a sin,
Yet that is what the West plays in;
No forgiveness is their dark creed:
Believe in a man to absolve your deed.
For what they cannot see
Is that sin is not a mystery:
It is nothing more than to miss a mark,
So then practice is where one must start.
Like the archer on the scene
He mustUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-48293455888424065612016-02-11T03:55:00.000-08:002016-02-11T03:55:01.618-08:00Communism IV
Famines,
An act of G-d,
Or man-made lies?
Peer back in time:
1918 comes to mind when we realized
That famines were recipes designed
For large scale genocide, to end mankind.
Yet, when we close our eyes
Not seeing the events gone by,
The government pushes new lines:
“GMO” to bring life!
When in actuality it brings Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-89514829318615996252016-02-09T03:55:00.000-08:002016-02-09T03:55:02.472-08:00America
I hate to be the barren of bad news,
But your mind is seriously confused;
There is no White or Black coastline,
It is just America – our countryside.
It is a place
Where one can be free
- Or -
Live caught up
In the propaganda machine
That divides like the ax to the tree,
Producing slaves bending at Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-13331782674684806362016-02-07T02:27:00.000-08:002016-02-07T02:27:04.507-08:00The Ole Oak Tree
Shinning the ole oak tree,
in the middle of day,
trying to flee
a tsunami wave – times three!
Slipping, busting his knee;
damn blinding sun, he couldn’t see.
Now, the papers read,
"Service for the Man with Busted Knee".
The Ole Oak Tree by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-17955964795963290182016-02-05T19:56:00.000-08:002016-02-05T19:56:04.326-08:00Change
Clouds sweep over the mountains:
Hovering, preparing attack;
Avoiding all accountability,
Negotiating with none,
Grief lies within their path:
Explosions – transformation begins.
Change by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In VerseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-11721064839574816812016-02-03T20:49:00.000-08:002016-02-03T20:49:01.817-08:00A New Year
A new year and a new day;
time to pursue today
with a new mind,
that is positive each day.
Negative dismay;
replaced with encouragement
… each and every day.
A New Year by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In VerseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-76725296062033687192016-02-01T01:29:00.000-08:002016-02-01T01:29:00.176-08:00Dictatorship
To instill tyrannical rule,
it’s done without being cruel.
First you start to repress free speech
teaching others what they should preach.
Secondly, the newspapers cease
until they print the golden piece
praising the party and their king,
manipulating all to sing.
Thirdly, the radio must die
unless it spreads the regimes lie:
the party brings positive change
by implementing an exchange.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-33654945218250799822016-01-31T02:04:00.000-08:002016-01-31T02:04:03.853-08:00The 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 talesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-69263376964650229312016-01-30T01:48:00.000-08:002016-01-30T01:48:00.144-08:00The 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 Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-20525904218513652622016-01-27T22:51:00.000-08:002016-01-27T22:51:02.792-08:00Shopping
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 theseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-30853967423399948252016-01-25T02:11:00.000-08:002016-01-25T02:11:05.541-08:00Traffic
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
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-37083954108700760192016-01-22T02:08:00.000-08:002016-01-22T02:08:04.867-08:00The 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 Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4591465798816090230.post-531000256353006112016-01-20T01:36:00.000-08:002016-01-20T01:36:01.737-08:00Warning 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 VerseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0