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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 JourneyTexas 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 sweethearts that she had ma…

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 deeperI 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 awhile it had
me by my …
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Poets are dreamers right?
We think with our hearts andlisten to ours souls. Especially for the ones thathave touched both.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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How can poetry be dead when humanity is still alive?
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas 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 separate reality that I had felt so alive knowing only happiness a…
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She 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.
Chorusshe comes blowing in with a soul just as freeand 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
Chorusshe comes blowing in with a soul just as freeand 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 you can never make …
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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 JourneyTexas 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 placed it on this earth? …
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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 JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Whenever 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 JrA #Poets JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas 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
again it is what makes us str…
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Feeling like a Stone

Sitting on the dirty cold floorfeeling like you are all alone staring at a wall just wanting to cry andbreak down praying to your God that you want to come home it feels like there is nothing lefthere for you anymore soyou just want to die you do notknow where you are going orwhat you are going to doyesterday is already forgotten soon today will be too as tomarrowmay just never comeyou just want to feel betterand you want to know whydo I feel the way I do I mean
why can I not stop cryingwhy do I feel all so alonewhy can I not smile anymorewhy do I feel like a rock justa stonewhat am I afraid ofwhere has everyone goneI mean I think I remember the happy times but it has been so damn very longwhy can anyone hear me when I yell out my silent screamsthe one i asked for help withor was it all a nightmare orwas it all a bad dreamI can not keep on goinglike the way it is nowI know i need to get betterbut somebody pleaseshow me the hell howI have tried every pill that they g…
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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 JourneyTexas 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 and sav…
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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 JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas 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 JourneyTexas 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 youanyways, 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 carryingus 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 afamiler sensation that we both couldnot escape pulling over and making love under the skies night and day than going places that we found our crazy and wildstreak …

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 manmade chemicals in somerednecks garage down in thebackwoods of the south witha recipe handed down throughgenerations that he learned atbirth. Think about it for a justa minute or maybe even two andOpen your closed off minds and then you will see that I believe that Jesus when he wasyoung, maybe just a teenager standing on a corner in Jerusalem hanging with all his buddies talking to the single ladies whiledrinking down a forty as he issmoking a fatty blunt. Now waitbefore you all start screamingat me that it is blasphemy andthink that I am going straight to hell out of my brain andnow going insane listen to The real reasons number onemarijuana grows from God's green earth from the dirt inThe ground down below only needing the rain and shining sunand please you all need to sit back and remember for it tells usin his book John 2:1-11 - Jesus Changes Water Into W…

Intoxicating

Intoxicating
Your very essence is intoxicatingto me causing me to become drunk by your beauty as it is always on my mind causingme to think about every inchof your body as I undress you ever so slowly while a blindfold covers your eyes, so that as mypen drops the ink that now covers you as it writes a story of what you do to me startingon the back of your neck where my lips start a journey of an imaginable understandingfeeling your warm soft skin ever so gently kissing the nape of your neck then ever so quietly whisperingall the words that tell you what is coming next just as my hands comeup from behind you exploring your beautiful bare breastfeeling 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 ofmy pen brush up against your lower back causing you to let out a loud sighthat heats up the wetness betweenyour thighs which beckons my tongue to start to realize that there is a better …
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He never did recover after his heart had told his soul that happily ever after only happens in a fairy tales. 

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Even after all these many years she never knew that she was all of the ink that filled his words in all if the poety that he would ever write. 

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020