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

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

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

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

Paul’s Religion

Paul created the Christian religion,
Jesus spoke on Jewish tradition.

Paul preached for men to divide,
Jesus taught a lesson otherwise.

Paul believes he is a Messiah,
Jesus … just another Jewish Rabbi.

And in the end Paul taught hellenistic lies,
whereas Jesus, he spoke otherwise.

Paul’s Religion 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

A River of Sparks

A soul in the heavens
     entwined with light,
          are the flowers of life.
A river of sparks
     and an angel of death,
          liberates ones breath.

A River of Sparks by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

A Ballet

A ballet of two embracing purple hues;
as yellow with green,
make blue.

Spinning in tune
with musical swoons,
I watch the yellow zoom –
in the summer afternoon.

With her little swing,
from her fluttered breeze,
she brings peace
to a world obscene.

She makes the day,
happy and gay;
she brings sun
to a world in dismay.

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

Just Run

Marriage failing,
life curtailing
back to day one:
     fights,
     strife,
     no life!

By God, I better run!
     If I don't
         - I'm done.

Just Run by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Many Miles

The look in ones eyes,
and the tone of their speech
will create an image
of strength or defeat;

     belief in oneself
     and the demeanor they sing
          will go many miles
          to destroy all defeat.

Many Miles by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Jim

My buddy Jim
is always sipping gin.
And when the lights goes out,
he grabs the pint of stout!

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

If I Could

If I could get away with murder,
this is what I'd do;
into the forest we would set loose,
to play a little game between us two.

Hide and seek would be our little plan,
without you ever knowing what was at hand.

For as you counted, from one to ten,
as the numbers ticked with every minute spanned,
I would slide behind the tree where you stood
gliding the rope around your neck, so crude.

Inch by inch, I would squeeze your breath
until unconsciousness brought you closer to death.
And onto the tree you would be tied,
covered with honey from the bee hive.

Next I would rustle a hungry brown bear,
leading her, to a treat so rare.
Then in an instance you would awake,
as you watched her bringing you to your fate.

Limb by limb, she would tear,
as I watched you screaming in agonizing fear.
And when she was done with her little golden treat
I would cut the rope as you slumped to your knees.

Twenty-four hours after the deed was done,
I would call the police with a story so deep;
my friend and I were on a weekend trip,
he took a wrong turn and slipped down a cliff;
     tumbling down he lay limp by a cave,
     just like a man dead in a grave.
     Then before I could let out my breath,
     I watched in horror as the beast brought death;
          she ate my friend while he was alive!
          This would be my perfect alibi!

If I Could by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse