Another 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 Verse

A 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 slipping past her main:

Slipping the line until she collides
– Everyone on board is no longer alive.

A decade of living is what I thought I saw;
A decade of dying is what I just recalled.

A Decade of Living by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

You 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, We’ll Leave by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Beauty

Beauty:
Only skin deep.
Use and regard them not;
Disgusting individual.
Shallow.

Beauty by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Change

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 Verse

A 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 Verse

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

Shopping

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

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

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

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

Weak Smile

A handshake;
the unspoken words
are gesture that speak.

Yet,
eye contact
and a weak smile
creates discussions
of distrust.

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

What Have I Done

What have I done
as I watched the years fly by:
   sitting,
   waiting,
   contemplating
      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

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

When

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

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

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

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

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