Peace Within

The waters swift within this place,
Swift as ocean currents break,
Waters racing from mountains above
Filling her shores with icy sludge:

Waters so black, yet white as snow,
A force so strong one cannot ignore.
Tearing trees from life and limb,
Changing the environment upon a whim.

And in this place, you sit so strong
As peace embellishes your granite walls.
A scene serene in which you make,
No movement do you create.

You sit strong as your neighbors fall.
You embrace the waters that climb your wall.
You stand fast for all to see,
You’re the peace within this glorious scene.

Peace Within by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Train Car #8

Ancient wonder in our modern world
Filled with desires no soul can acquire.
The wonders of the ancient elements,
The creation of the minds desire,

Oh, splendor of ancient wheels:
Turning as the ocean breaks,
Spinning beyond the age of industry,
Living in the mind of a society past.

Alone in a world with no love,
Lost to the silence of death,
Hidden in a grave of lost artifacts:
Ignored, stripped, ridden of all breath.

Transformed through the vision of the creative one,
Rediscovered with the analog savior.
A medium so exquisite,
Reborn to your profound glory,

Rendered in silver and salts
With tones of exquisite illumination;
The rival of modern mediums,
Generations will see you in your glory.

Fiber, double weight,
Mounted for the world to admire.
Oh Silver Gelatin, beautiful illumination,
The envy of digital modernism.

Train Car #8 by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

A Childs Cry

Children wasted in the educational facility of emptiness.
Educators preach to the untouchable.
Children untended left to defend from the imaginable.
The perverted wait to execute the unspeakable.

Children destroyed through single acts of senseless violence.
Childhoods erased, reborn to the adulthood of anguish.
Innocence vanquished to a forever sea of suffering,
Never to re-claim what the malicious have taken in silence.

Children weep in torment as their scars forever remain;
Bloody intentions embrace their desires:
They will search for vengeance against their aggressors,
With murderous memories, to reclaim what the wicked acquired.

The twisted remain to prey upon our communities
Without consequence for their acts of morbid sickness;
They prowl, inflicting with transgressions:
No reflection for their intentions of wickedness.

Magistrates protect the incomprehensible.
The innocent, silenced by the legal voice of recklessness.
No righteous resurrection from the fatalities of transgressions.
Children mourn with murderous abandonment.

All the while children cry and die every day!

A Childs Cry by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

A Child Alone

Born into a world of deception,
Embraced in a life of abuse,
Tormented by a state of abandonment,
Betrayed by parents of youth.

Destroyed by words of profanities,
Tortured without excuse,
Alone in a house of misery:
Torn, battered and confused.

Compelled to a life of insignificance
With their endeavors never seen,
Their family – a false reality,
Alone with only their dreams.

Assaulted with no explanation
By parents who destroy with their hands;
A child bruised and broken
Can only dream of oceans and sands.

Alone in a world with no one,
Their voice never heard nor seen,
Locked in a room of obscurities,
Waiting till death sets them free.

Violence speaks to this child
With no escape to be seen,
Alone in this house of tragedy:
Withdrawn, suicidal and unseen.

A Child Alone by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Life Lessons

Life’s riddled with hidden meanings
Like the oceans in a torrent storm;
Waves compressed as it nears its beaches,
Unleashing its power to explore.

White crests shattering their next victim,
Like an inferno engaged in war,
Haunting those who embrace its riddles,
Sending them plummeting to the floor.

Lessons of life never respected,
Repeated by youth to endure.
Elders look with eyes of sorrow,
Disbelieving as the foolish mourn.

Life Lessons by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Seaweed and Kelp

Twisted and tangled within your form
Overlooked by many,
No one can see your beauty lie
Amongst the rocky dwellings of Point Lobos.

The day passes, the tide draws near,
Your elegance soon to be forgotten.
Eager to be a vision remembered,
An artist sees your beautiful rhythm.

An artist keen to the turmoil you bring,
A vision seen as no other;
Analog dreams, rest assured,
You will never be forgotten.

The mighty Deardorff sets upon the Riess
Pointed down with bellows drawn;
Meter read, zone three checked,
Your precious memory lives on!

Displayed in a silvery light
Upon the wall to admire,
A glance, and your viewer stares,
Your memory was acquired.

Seaweed and Kelp by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Days of Past

We stand by those we trust,
All the while they transgress against us.
Friend or foe to behold?
For only they will surely know.

Trust someone in this day and age
Is nothing more than a noble cliché.

Slanderous words of dishonesty,
Destroying your character with their brutality.
The world believes them as they lie,
Who can one trust in this earthly enterprise?

Longing for the days of old
When men were men, as good as gold.

I long for days where a handshake meant
Your word was your bond, and honor felt.
Agreements made without paper convention;
Handshakes were the business transaction.

Honor flowed throughout the lands
Where everyone gave a helping hand.
A favor wasn't soemthing that needed returned,
As a friend indeed was something earned.

Days of past will not return
As immoral acts are loved and learned.
Handshakes, a thing of the past,
Your word, a thing that no longer lasts.

Days of Past by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

The Future of Creativity

The presence of our contemporary age
Alters artistic vision down a spiral of emptiness.
Artist no longer creating the visual page,
Spellbound by ambitions of digital laziness.

Visions lost to the age of simplicity,
Erased to machines’ evil desires,
Deluded by storms of deception,
Creativity ceased as hell endures its fires.

Instant gratification -- the new reality --
No yearning for excellence being acquired.
Modern day artistic visions,
Coerced by digital desires.

Tradition bankrupt by false realities,
Lost to a pallet of ones and zeros;
Artwork with no archival ability,
The future lost to modern day technologies.

The Future of Creativity by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

What’s to come?

Death decays daily life,
Eventually everyone endures this everlasting plight.
Articulating afterthoughts of life’s atrocities,
Traversing tragically with tremendous uncertainties,
Helplessly hoping heaven accepts you mercifully.

What’s to come? by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Violence

Violence can take hold of anyone;
It strips away the virtues of what one was;
It is the thing that breeds contempt in one's soul,
It forces them to lash out from the depth below;

A depth so dark where terror fills the night,
A place so cold that Hell would never know,
A silence so loud, it would drive one insane;
So grim this place, no one could ever brave.

These “Ones” whose virtues were compromised
Seek vengeance against the deviants of immoral genocide;
To lash against the transgression wrought upon their souls,
To reimburse the deviants ten thousand fold.

Retribution will be made on their day of reckoning
As these deviants will regret the pain and suffering
They invoked upon the “Ones” they wronged.

For now they wish they never engaged
In their acts of brutality and incoherent rage.

Justice has set forth and finally prevailed.

Violence by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Life

Life is the simple thing we neglect every day.
A day contains the time as we travel along our way.
Time is the thing we lack in our lives
As we yearn to find our way in this phenomenon called life.

We grow old in wisdom, yet are fragile in youth;
We cannot escape the perils that seek us with each move.
We can embrace the seconds that the clock has,
Or be the pawn forced by the master’s perilous hand.

Once we realize that three score and ten
Is the amount of time in which we have,
We will let misfortunes lie where they awake,
For life will not wait for us to simply engage.

Time must be the best of what we can make
As days are the things we can no longer waste.
For once they are gone like the birds in the sky,
They will never return, until death when we die.

So take heed from these words
That I must proclaim;

Live life to the fullest before the light fades.
Take one day at a time and never in dismay.
Travel the world to find what you sought in your dreams.
Climb the tallest mountains, quietly enjoy the scenes.
Walk among the people from sea to shining sea;
Hike along the rivers to live and be free.

For once three and ten spins dry,
Death is imminent, and life passed by.

Life by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Foxtail’s

White Foxtail’s of life
Whimsical lines of beauty
Pleasing to my eye

Foxtail’s by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

My Home

I found a place to call my home
Within the woods for all to roam,
A mountain world of great delight
Away from cities’ overseen sights.

A place where children would be cherished,
A place where friendships would never perish,
A place where families would have meaning,
A place where everyone would be pleasing.

But in this land where I do live
It revealed its past and deadly sins;
A past so dark where black is white,
A place where death dwells in heavenly light,
A place I lived and hardly known,
A place I hate to call my home.

Within this town of lies and sin,
Nightmares thrive and live within.
Children mourn from dawn to dusk;
Township protects those of unimaginable disgust!

I sit and cry with tears of pain
As murderous rage pours through my veins.
A rage so strong as blinding light,
Ready to strike like a falcon in flight
While feasting in the utmost delight.

These nightmares I see are as thick as night.
I must escape before it takes my life.

This place I loathe to call my home
Is a place where none can live and roam.
A place to leave before you die,
A place of complete and unjust lies.

This city’s name I cannot not share
As it brings forth things, one cannot bare.

If I hint its name, you must swear this creed
That you will never seek what I have seen.
This hint I speak has a G,
Which ends with the letters A N D,
Twenty minutes west of Yosemite.

So if you search upon a map
Stay away from this town of collapse,
A town of misery where everyone moans,
A place I will leave that I called my home.

My Home by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

It’s Gonna Get Better

It’s gonna get better,
Are the words I hear every day!

The worlds in a rage,
Families in complete dismay,
Yet, They continue to say,
“Its gonna get better”.

Better for whom is the answer I seek,
As everyone suffers except the rich and elite.

Children are crying as they sleep in their graves,
Families moan in woe and rage;
Out of work and on the streets,
Homes stole by legislative greed;
People starve with not a morsel to eat
As they watch their lives stripped away, shipped overseas.
Yet, They continue to say every single day,
“It’s gonna get better”.

Who are They that speak these words of depict?
These words of emptiness filled with intentions of grief.

“They”, are the ones that control the industries
The ones that create laws and false realities,
The ones that create and destroy societies,
The ones we fought and died for with our dignity!
“They”, are the ones that live off our blood, sweat and tears,
Taking at will with no consequences to bear,
Stripping away our wealth and dignity,
Stealing the land away from our families,
Giving to those of foreign nationalities,
With no regard to the society that entrusted, “They”!

Yet behind their smoke filled lies,
While people die,
They continue to say,
“Its gonna get better”.

It’s Gonna Get Better by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse