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

Teardrop falling kinda melody Exrended play version You know it's gonna be one of those teardrop falling down melody playing kind of nights when the whisky ain't working and you can't find a pill to make it stop when your memory starts playing in my mind. Chorus No.amout of drinking and getting high or nasty woman that I find can break the chains that I am boound until something   new can be found to stop me from thinking about you No matter how many slamming doors in motels rooms or even miles driven in my old Ford pickup your memory keeps following me like my shadow on the streets of Laredo at noon. Chorus No.amout of drinking and getting high or nasty woman that I find can break the chains that I am boound until something   new can be found to stop me from thinking about you Haunting me both day and night I can't even put up a fight you are every where I want to be when I close my eyes in all the neon signs in every reflection I can see there ...

Are we the writers of our own songs As I look all around me wherever it is I may be and occasionally watch the evening news I shake my head saddened wondering to myself if this world where we all live is worth even saving? Or should it just burn in the fiery flames of hell? Do we give up on even trying to save it as it tries so very hard everyday to destroy itself? Is humanity the cause or the answer? Are we to blame for what this world has become? Is it fate or faith that drives us to continue waking up day after day with the rising of the morning sun? Are we what is left of some big secret alien experiment that somehow went completely wrong? Are we only just some actor in a bad play that we call life? Or are we the writers of our own songs? Could we really be all alone as in the only ones stuck down here on this planet with a moon revolving around us as we spin around our one and only sun? is there anybody else who are just like us far beyond what our eyes can see when we look up in...

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A live taping of "Broken" A poem written and performed by Richard M Knittle Jr.​

The song "A Little Southern Comfort" was Written by Richard M Knittle Jr. Music and Vocals Douglas Haines Video by Richard M Knittle Jr.

I am in love with a fallen angel One of the saddest days that I have ever had in my whole entire life thus far, was the day that I held the most beautiful woman I have ever known tightly in my arms as she trembled against my body that was filled with more love for her then she could ever even Imagine and it was raging inside of me with flames smoldering like a fire burning out of control with so much passion that she herself or even anyone else for that matter would ever know, meanwhile a flood of tears were falling down like a bad winters storm somewhere out in the middle of the ocean from the deep dark sadness of her big brown sexy eyes that were reflecting all the signs of a hidden sorrow and the shadows that were left over of her much regretful past that seems to follow her everywhere she goes, as she sobbed and cried uncontrollably which was coming from her heart that had been badly broken so many times into a million pieces that it just may never heal again along with a woun...