Spilled Ink from the heart and soul of Poet and Author Richard M Knittle Jr.

  That is the question At the very moment, we are conceived a timer will begin, counting down day by day until the very end, how much time do we have? No one really knows, so use the time that you are given and help each other out, because life is hard down here on earth as we struggle every day finding food and water and shelter just to lay your head, with hate and violence taking place in every land from sea to shining sea, coming from ignorance which is caused by nothing more than fear that is fed from our own human stupidity,. To be or not to be is the question that I struggle with every single day as I watch in terror all of humankind trying so hard to kill itself while destroying humanity, we talk of peace around the world but never will it be because we must first and foremost find peace within ourselves a very Nobel thought indeed, but alas I know that it shall always remain just a dream that we will never see, human emotions conflict with peace it is something we cannot deny a

 T he older I become the more I find myself getting lost in the pages of my writing hiding from what is left of humanity among the emotions where my ink had carried them from my memories to a place they will never be forgotten, in the words that fill the lines of all my poetry. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A Poet's Journey

  A passion never known All of the time that we had shared together are some of the best damn memories that I shall never soon forget let alone ever regret when our two lips came together sparks flew as we kissed causing smoke then flames of a raging fire that is still burning out of control today then late that night when you and I held each other tight out upon the hard wood floor the very real existence of who I thought I was, went walking out the barroom door, I felt so light it was as if our souls then took control making love together before our hearts had known causing chaos and confusion to our minds then down below all I wanted next was to get you home in bed where a storm of retribution tore your clothes off in submission by a spell cast from superstition causing all of the lightning to strike at the exact same position lighting up the bedroom like it was the fourth of July while we rocked and rolled the bedroom causing the thunder to explode in a boom that is when at that ve

  Which way will I go I wonder where it is I am going when I leave this place and finally say goodbye will I get my wings and fly to heaven or am I going straight to hell when I die, to tell the truth, I do not know it's very hard to say, have I sinned? Yes I have almost every single day, I have danced with the devil with tickets that I stole then I killed his demon when it tried to steal my soul, I have gotten drunk and did some drugs but that was many years ago then saved some lives with just my words and I even fought a war for love, so will I fly up to heaven or will I fall to hell will Jesus come to save me or does the devil have control, the bible tells us that God created us in His likeness so does that mean he is short fat and bald like me or does it mean that He wears a dress he is a she and sits down to go pee, there are three sides to a story after all and I just want to understand if I could talk to the devil for just a few minutes to hear his version of what happened a