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When I close my eyes at night all of my ink continues to spill as those words begin to paint a beautiful dream as I sleep. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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When I am feeling lonely I will sometimes get lost in the ink I spill living in all the memories of the words I have written. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey  Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020 

Why

I  myself have been diagnosed with PTSD or Post Trumatic Stress Disorder but not from any of my three honorable discharges but from an abusive relationship I was in. This is just one sad scenario of five that I have written. Though PTSD has been connected with combat veterans both men, woman have been diagnosed from abuse and trumatic incidents and children up to 98% in CPS have also been found to have PTSD.  Why?   As the soldier stood there looking down  at the enemy that he just fought, beat  and threw to the ground he thought where he come from it had happened so  fast there was not even a sound except for the ones that were in his own  head the sounds from a war that had served with honor but that is now over  except for the memories' and the same  one that he had saved all the lives of his men making him a hero no not to all but to some and as she lay there now bleeding profusely everywhere from a beating that she just had from a man  that she had known, high school sweethear

Even deeper

I guess your muse came to visit me since I had a dream last night and when I woke this was what came to mind.. Even deeper I really never knew you were so much more incredibly beautiful then you already appeared to be, when I cast my own eyes at thee, until you and I came together while laying in bed with one another letting go of all our feelings as we held on tight and cried after we made love for the very first time last night, and that is when unbeknownst to me that I somehow in some way got lost somewhere down deep within your eyes and the unimaginable magnificent beauty you have inside, that almost felt just as if it knew that I was in a place I should not have ever been standing there in awe amongst all of your hidden secrets:and desires that are driven by your passionate fires, yet so afaid and unaware paralyzed in your paradise wanting to show me more while it was taking me even deeper then anyone had ever been before and for quite a long
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Poets are dreamers right? We think with our hearts and listen to ours souls.  Especially for the ones that have touched both. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
A deeply emotional, honest, heart pounding piece +Richard M Knittle Jr.. So beautifully penned as tho' with the ink of tears that are filled with true peace and love your quill is dipped in. I felt every word and I will remember always I could only wish to have anyone at all in my life, look into my eyes as you do, You absolute love is beyond words yet I feel so very sad as for anyone to give that kind of love must also feel the deep unrelenting pain that goes when it is not returned. You are truly an inspiration to all, please always walk in God's light as you do now, for you are already in training as the angels follow you on your journey back home. Fly and be free from all this pain and misery, you have proven that you truly are an angel in disguise as one of us..
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Poetry is just another way for our souls to be able to talk as our pens are filled with the pain of all our heartbreaks and broken dreams while we bleed poetic emotional art onto blank paper that is made from all the sorrow and regret that has been left behind from all of the demons that we fight and a of their darkness that lives inside of us all. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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While humanity keeps on trying to kill itself off poetry is there heal through its words. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020 
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#Knittle #Quotes #Poetry #Poet #Poets #Poem #Love #Heart #Soul #Giving #Children #Sons #instagrampoetry #instagram #Addiction #Recovery #Addict How can poetry be dead when humanity is still alive? Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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If humanity is at the heart of the human race then poetry must be the blood that runs through its veins. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Oh believe me when I say that I have  lived my life and I have loved many  times before but baby I must say  right here right now that I have never in my life lived to love anybody  as much as I love you. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020

Paralyzed by my hate and anger

paralyzed by my hate and anger  There are those very few days anymore that I can wake up feeling normal knowing that everything is going to be okay for at least that one day anyways, when I know that another dawn is coming and what I mean by that is, in my life that I now live they are very far and rarely ever seen, when I open my eyes in the morning, from a very restless night of sleep to the beautiful bright rays of sunshine shinning its warmth down upon me, causing an unexpected smile to spread across my face with feelings of unfamiliar calmness and deep-down inner peace, which starts my mind searching to find and play hidden movies of precious memories that were thought long ago erased, filled with nothing but beautiful scenery and happy people looking so much like they are famous actors who are acting out a scene upon a lighted stage somewhere in well-known play, reminding me of some other place far away, way back in another time a s
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Sh e is the rain ® She is the rain that is falling when I hear the sound of thunder as the lightning flashes in my eyes it is right then and there that I realizes that I am in trouble for there is a big storm coming and there is no place for me to hide. Chorus she comes blowing in with a soul just as free and wild as an East Texas wind with a heart  that will never love again big brown eyes  that that can paralyze with just one look with  a beauty like no other that you will never  forget She is looking for a lover that won't blow here cover to use for just one night holding on tight to a memory rocking the world of whoever she can take home tonight then like a storm coming she mon on never to be seen again Chorus she comes blowing in with a soul just as free and wild as an East Texas wind with a heart  that will never love again big brown eyes  that that can paralyze with just one look with  a beauty like no other that you will never  forget she has been hurt so many times that yo
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I would rather be on my knees munching down and  savoring every inch of your meaty thighs while my mouth is filled full with your beautiful succulent big breast while my lips are working upon the back of your unchallenged neck biting down on your soft white flesh then as you start to relax I begin filling you up with stuffing coming from my large basterett.. HAPPY Thanksgiving from the guy whose heart you shall break one day. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020 
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The next time we are together I want you to ride me like a hurricane until you are finally out of breath then lay back relax until you feel my breath slowly heading down your naked back until you feel the passion of what has yet to come while you scream out my name in vain then we close our eyes to relive that  that moment in time then we kiss and it starts all over again. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey  Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020

The hidden lie of Mari Jane

The hidden lie of Mari Jane There are certain things in this world that make absolutely no sense to me,   like religious wars, the war on drugs, the separation of church and states, or even how a government like ours can lie, cheat, be for the people yet be against any deviation of their idea of society, spout about freedom of the press yet still try to control and oppress, assassinate other leaders by a bullet or character trait, attack and destroy cities, towns, and county's all in freedoms name while playing with our minds when you get close to unraveling all the so-called conspiracies by denying, deceiving covering up, then making up flat out lies while looking you straight on in your eyes like a cheating ex-wife with the sort of truth double talking back tracking causing chaos and confusion, so much so that when you stop and think about it would make you go insane,   for example how in the hell can something be so damn illegal when it was God who
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Poetry is for the broken hearted so thst we can heal without regret or sorrow spilling it like me blood on paper so others can heal tomorrow. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Poetry can be so much more than all the blood, sweat, and tears that go into writing it. Its like making love for the very first time. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Whenever I finish a piece of poetry it is always like after we make love except I am the one needing a cigarette when it is done. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey  Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020 
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When I look at you it is as if I am looking at a piece of poetry that I just have not written yet.  Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey  Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020 
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Whenever I read or write a piece of poetry that reminds me of you it brings back all of our memories together causing me to smile as I got to live again every single moment of time which is very long hence the name forever as in I will always and forever love you through all of  eternity of life times. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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I am sorry but sometimes after I finish a piece of poetry I roll over and fall asleep. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Wh enever I start to write down a piece of poetry and find it is about you, I stop right then because I just don't think that my poor heart can handle all the pain of another broken heart again. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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That is what is so special about Poetry and all the emotion that it holds for when I need to smile instead of feeling the bitterness of another falling tear I just dry my eyes and I write a poem of you and I when love was still alive so I can feel you again in my heart even if it is only just a little while.  Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
+Richard M Knittle Jr  Bless your heart..great great ..yeah the evil lies in us..we shouldn't blame the devil for any mishap...it's us whom we have to blame..it's us who are smashing humane feelings in our hearts ..it's us who are feeding upon discrimination , fanaticism and prejudice. .Man is the spark to all that ..and for what ?? Money ? Authority ?? Power ?? Damn this if he turns into a beast  Thank you for shedding light upon such a much needed topic. .blessings dear sir ..

Hearts are meant to be broken.

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Hearts are meant to be broken. I want you to know that no matter what happens in my life you will always be my only one single regret, for you showed me what love feels like and kindness by the way you helped me feel again like a man and all the understanding of my thoughts feeliings and needs and the friendship we have always felt and for that you will always own my soul. You are all of my passion in this life as well as the future and the past,  my well from where all of my ink flows from as  your memories are what cause all the words in my poetry to come alive with all the emotion that makes me who I am today and will become in time, our souls will and always have been connected through all of time and will continue after this one, for you are my Juliette and I your Romeo you are my queen as in Cleopatra while I was your Mark Antony, always in each others life in a forbidden love you see hearts are meant to be broken time and time aga
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Feeling like a Stone Sitting on the dirty cold floor feeling like you are all alone staring  at a wall just wanting to cry and break down praying to your  God that you want to come home it feels like there is nothing left here for you anymore so you just want to die you do not know where you are going or what you are going to do yesterday is already forgotten  soon today will be too as tomarrow may just never come you just want to feel better and you want to know why do I feel the way I do I mean why can I not stop crying why do I feel all so alone why can I not smile anymore why do I feel like a rock just a stone what am I afraid of where has everyone gone I mean I think I remember  the happy times but it has  been so damn very long why can anyone hear me  when I yell out my silent screams the one i asked for help with or was it all a nightmare or was it all a bad dream I can not keep on going like the way it is now I know i need to get better but somebody please show me the hell how
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There are days that feel like my ink is just flowing into an abyss never to be heard from again. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020

Just call out his name.

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Broken hearts and broken promises had lead me a stray as I was drinking alcohol by the gallon while the days became nights as they turned back to days headed down a path of destruction filled with guilt and despair one that even my demons wanted out the ride was a one way ticket straight to the fires of hell.  Chorus I was pulled from out of the wreckage of my life that was filled with nothing but sorrow and despair by an angel of mercy who reached out and saved me coming from the skies high above in the heavens somewhere her wings where made of silver and a halo of gold blonde flowing hair with a beauty to behold she said you my have forgotten hidden by the pain of a broken love but He still loves you just like his only son, time will hide all the scars and the pain just look to above then sing all his praises  and call out his name. Chorus I was pulled from out of the wreckage of my life that was filled with nothing but sorrow and despair by an angel of mercy who reached out an
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Time had no meaning at all as they looked deeply into each others eyes watching the memories of tomorrow being played by their hearts as they whispered secrets to one another's souls, as the only sound they could here was the music being played by the two beating hearts and sun making love to the moon. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020

Your love is now part of me.

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So now making love to you is all I want to do from when the sun goes down until it rises up again then the night falls and darkness is all around the stars light our path like fireflies by the waters sand and then the moon begins the glow showing.  us where we need to go as tears and sweat fall and our bodies become one lost in time. Check out my song: Your love is now part of me. https://youtu.be/V1kOJkaUGRs Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Will the last of the teardrops fall? when the last of battles do end.  will peace cast a spell to enthrall? when hearts and souls do ascend. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Falling in love was so very easy since both of their souls shared the same beat in their hearts and lived in the same dream when they closed their eyes at night to sleep.  Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Please remember that words can cut deep like a dagger cutting out your heart they can hurt, wound, and even kill, yet they can be a dozen roses or stop armies, they can save lives like they have for me, so choose your words wisely and use them only in peace and love. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.  A #Poets Journey  Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020 
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The day that she left him is when his heart broke leaving his soul to dream alone.   Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Sometimes sorry is never enough so you need to do just a little bit more. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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As I lay here in this bed all alone staring up at the fan listening to the music that is going on in my mind I can feel my heart breaking while my soul is now crying all because I miss you. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020

I am sorry that I fell in love.

I am sorry that I fell in love.  I am sorry that I fell in love with you I  never really meant that to happen at  all, I know that I was just a body to keep  you from getting lonely and needing  someone to hold at night and quench  your desire yet I fell in love with you anyways, all the nights that we spent  drenched in our own sweat will always  be burned in my memories from a flame  of passion and desire that rages out of  control still today, and the days spent  in bed being lazy even getting crazy or  riding my harley not caring where we  were going as you held me tight your  arms and hands on my chest with my  back against breast your hair a mess  from the wind blowing in that was carrying us away as you put your mouth up to my  ear saying I am horny and I swear I will  let you put your hands and mouth anywhere  then the vibration causes a familer sensation that we both could not escape pulling over and making love  under the skies night and day than going  places that we found o

Mari Jane

Ma ri Jane  How can something be so  illegal when it was God who  placed it on this earth? It is  not like it was cooked with  manmade chemicals in some rednecks garage down in the backwoods of the south with a recipe handed down through generations that he learned at birth. Think about it for a just a minute or maybe even two and Open your closed off minds and  then you will see that I believe  that Jesus when he was young, maybe just a teenager  standing on a corner in Jerusalem  hanging with all his buddies talking  to the single ladies while drinking down a forty as he is smoking a fatty blunt. Now wait before you all start screaming at me that it is blasphemy and think that I am going straight  to hell out of my brain and now going insane listen to  The real reasons number one marijuana grows from God's  green earth from the dirt in The ground down below only  needing the rain and shining sun and please you all need to sit  back and remember for it tells us in his book John 2:

Intoxicating

In toxicating Your very essence is intoxicating to me causing me to become  drunk by your beauty as it is  always on my mind causing me to think about every inch of your body as I undress you  ever so slowly while a blindfold  covers your eyes, so that as my pen drops the ink that now  covers you as it writes a story of  what you do to me starting on the back of your neck where  my lips start a journey of an  imaginable understanding feeling your warm soft skin ever  so gently kissing the nape of your  neck then ever so quietly whispering all the words that tell you what is  coming next just as my hands come up from behind you exploring  your beautiful bare breast feeling them as they rise and fall with  your every breath while your  nipples become erect as my  lips continue to tickle behind  your ear then as you feel the tip of my pen brush up against your lower  back causing you to let out a loud sigh that heats up the wetness between your thighs which beckons my tongue  to start to