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

Be afraid fear it's coming What am I at this moment in time now thinking is that for once I could be able for just for a few moments even minutes put on a little smile across my tired face for at least just a little while before the dark and deformed shadows are cast again by the  darkness of a dying and  pathetic soul that has been missing for forever and now presumably dead from a heart that had been blackened by the deaths of countless innocent men that it has seduced with promises of truthful, long lasting never ending sobierirty then as always sleeps on the floor with the sounds of many agonizing painful deaths from those who have only tried to get away from a life of painful misery and narcissistic traits that no longer beats for anyone or anything But now as it has gone cold shivering as it pumps out the icy cold blood of years of abuse and misuse while giving out lies of every kind fed by the collapsed veins o

I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and you and all your families have a Happy and Safe New Year. Please reach out to your estranged loved ones who may be lost to addiction or other mental health afflictions try one last time to save them and bring them back home.. As I have posted for the last three years I dedicate this to all my sons, who deserve more in life than I myself could ever give them so as I do every year I am asking, no, I get down on my knees and I pray for God and all four of my boys to please forgive me, Michael, Bryan, Dakotah, and Ryder all whom I do love indeed whose souls I can see every single night as I look up to the stars as I quietly whisper a wish to all that is good that they forgive me and a find the path that led back home to me, just so I can let them know how sorry that I am that our lives got somehow turned upside down creating so much chaos that we all got lost in the sands of time where I search for away to free us, with each day the sun come

Love and Poetry: Lost in Time coming soon January 2018 This is the first page in the new book i wanted to share with you so you understand how special this book is to me, I think it just may have a piece of every love I have ever had covering the pages sights sounds smells and memories As I finish my latest poem for this my seventeenth book called “Love and Poetry: Lost in Time I have so many open memories playing in my mind, my heart wanted to replay some of its most special scenes as well as my soul who has danced with some very special loves in its life, causing so many emotions to rain down upon me so much that tears are falling as I am laughing while the pain and the joy take turns mocking me. We all in our lives are filled with the echoes of those that have come and gone with each one leaving a piece of themselves in us and us to them, causing in a kind of reality a change in DNA joining all of us together like a puzzle until the end when the last piece is laid down

#Finished #Knittle #Poetry #Poem This is the first of a new project I will be filming a music poetry video with different angles , with me Reading the poem and a very special guest who will be acting out in poses the poem, she is who this piece is actually about.. so it will be very special to me and I hope to you all. Who in the hell do you think you are Who in the hell do you think you are by taking my heart and pretending its ours with no good intentions on giving me yours in return then conveniently leaving forgetting to give it back to me when you knew how much I wanted you and I to be you and me for so very long. Who in the hell do you think you are while playing my all of my emotions like you are playing a guitar strumming each string so incredibly perfectly causing a different sound reaction from each of them separately while are tweaking them so very carefully until you are finished with a brand new song one that never ends calling it an unfinished sympho

How do you say I love you to someone without first feeling your heart skip a beat then hear the whispering of your soul as it starts telling secrets of where forever may be for you to find with them ? Richard M Knittle Jr. © © A #Poets Journey

When he found her crying and lost she said that someone else had left her with a broken heart so he offered to give his own heart to her. Richard M Knittle Jr. (c) (c) A #Poets Journey

Baby, I just wanted to let you know that after you had passed away on that very sad but happy day when God himself gave you pity and sent his angel of mercy down to take away all of your pain that I missed you so very much that I decided that I was going to build a rocket ship for two just so that I could fly away high above up into the night skies to come and see you while I visit all the stars that we had ever wished a wish upon where are all hopes and dreams are even the moon which lit our way the night on that blanket where it was only you and I like we were the only two people left in the world making love then when I am finished I can continue on my mission to come to you and hold you in my arms one more time to say goodbye so please asked our King to unlock the gates of heaven to let me in and I promise to never ask for anything again, He in all of his wonderful glory has got to understand what you mean to me and although I am s

Mari 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 man made 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 then open your closed off minds the one that has been programmed your entire life and then you can see and maybe understand what it is that I believe which is that Jesus when he was younger, probably just a teenager he was just like you and me standing on some corner in Jerusalem while he was hanging out with all his buddies talking to all of the single ladies while drinking down a forty of homemade wine as he was smoking down a big fatty blunt. Now hold on before you all start screaming at me that it is total blasphemy and think that I am going straight onto hell because I am totally out of my brain while now going completely insane, first listen to the real

Teardrops of regret fall slowly to the ground creating shallow pools of memories as the reflections of today gently blow away in the winds of tomorrow. Richard M Knittle Jr. (c) (c) A #Poets Journey

Poets often have conversations with their heart and soul in a language, their brain does not quite understand. Richard M Knittle Jr. © © A #Poets Journey

Giving advice, giving a minute, giving a shit, giving a smile, giving love, giving time, giving happiness, no matter what you give giving is always a gift. Richard M Knittle Jr. © © A #Poets Journey

I can still remember that day while they were burying a love who had died, you could see a heart break as teardrops fell then a soul also passed away. Richard M Knittle Jr. © © A #Poets Journey