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Be afraid fear it's coming

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
of many deep regrets
from the rivers…

Every year at Christmas

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 comes …

New book Preview

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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 and the who…

Who in the hell do you think you are Updated

#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
symphony simplified poetry…

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?

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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.

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.

So that I can fly

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 sure you have seen all the wonderful things that I…

Mari Jane

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 reasons that believe|
th…

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.

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.

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

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.

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

I can still remember that day as they were burying a love who died, you could see as a heart broke as tears fell then a soul passed away.

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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