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

I Wonder With all the anger, violence, and hate that  is every where we look in the world, I need to wonder where God could be. With  children getting hurt and babies  being killed, we need to worry if God can  even see, now we have  homeless  families living on the streets no food to eat and nothing to drink it makes me  sit back and think if God still  cares about  you and me with wars starting  and world wide famine around  the world now the norm, we all should  wonder if God is even home,  and there lies  the problem as far as I can see, I have  always heard that God helps those that help themselves at least from  everything I have ever read so why do we always look up to God to clean up  everything we all have created  ourselves? It certainly was not He. I mean we made the mess, so then that  means we should clean it up, not God.  Would you not all agree? You see I truly do believe that we can feed the famines, and home the homeless,  even save our children along with so  much mor

Prelude  When it comes to love anybody and everybody seems to have an opinion, you will never get two that will be exactly the same, the reason being is love is as different as you and I, it has so many levels, meanings, and reasons, what is the start of love for one is sometimes the end for another it could be actually the beginning of something else and while the lies are always hidden in the truth when it comes from the heart which will lie to you on occasion our soul though hold all of the keys to the many yesterday's, today  and all the tomorrows at least where love matters, so listen to what your heart may say, hear what your gut and mind are saying but feel what your soul may be doing listen closely as it whispers secrets to anyone who will hear them.   My ink begins to flow (Redux)  As I am sitting here right next to you listening to every word you say, while staring at your beauty that has me dreaming about you a million miles away I can feel as all of my ink be

Under the moon Maybe someday on a hot and steamy midsummers  night on a blanket under the moon and about a billion  stars lighting our way around while casting it down upon our two very nude bodies amongst all of the Poetry in  God's creations I will create a new type of classic  poem that shall become a treasured piece of art  and it will be written all over you, it shall start with a "once  upon a time but I know this is will not be a child's nursery  rhyme, for when we kissed it caused a chain reaction  causing my premature inkjacalation to occur spilling  my ink everywhere splashing across your beautiful  perfect breast writing words I will never forget so I looked  down at you and softly whispered in your ear what I had  just read "flowers are pretty and so are the stars up in the  sky your body is so sexy it makes men cry, and forever I  shall worship you for I will defend your honor I will die  until the sun no longer makes love to the moon every  morning l

Star crossed tragic lovers If you look real hard up at all  the beautiful  shimmering stars out in the midnight skies  far away from the city, the smoke and  haze, away from all the man made lights  some where out in the country side where the only thing you will see is the  beautiful Poetry in all of Gods creations  among all the beauty of the scenery  where you will see about a billion stars times ten or more out in the Milky Way  galaxy and other celestial entities and  even the pearly gates of heaven and  maybe even Saint Peter himself  if you are very lucky, a place  where our  souls are from but even further beyond  that is where all of time had first begun  it is right there where you  will find  all of the star crossed tragic lovers like  Romeo and Juliette still in love together  in a death do you part kind of love but you  will not if it is not a real true love just like  theirs is just as they both only wanted  in life like all of us are looking for, but can only dream of  t

One of a kind I just thought that there was  some  thing you might ought to know  from way back, before you were  even born, when God first begin  creating you, because he damn  well knew what he was doing  that is for sure with not a doubt  leftover in my mind and that is why  he had to break the mold, for he had  finally achieved perfection so their  could be no other like you in this ugly  broken world, you see, baby you are  like I always say to you all of the time that you are indeed nothing less then a one of kind personality whose  sheer absolute beauty cannot be  compared to any others for you truly  are a beautiful find on any planet as  your soul is just as free and wild as  a catogory five tornado blowing  across all of Texas never to be ever  captured with a heart that is more giving and loving then all of heaven who can switch from a halo angel  straight  from heaven to fiery brimstone  hell demon in three point four seconds  causing hearts to break and souls  to shake (th

My People If you truly believe that you know me then just take a good look around me as you shall always forever see, all of my friends, in every single color, gender, and even nationality, from white to black and every shade that comes in between yet every single one a citizen of earth Including you and me. You see I am completely color blind when it comes down to humanity, I do not care if you are Christian, Catholic, Muslim, Buddhist, Jewish or any other type of man-made religion for it is all the same to me and that is God's honest truth and what I truly do believe, peace on earth and goodwill towards all men and women no matter what you look like on the outside because we are all the same on the inside with beating hearts pounding out the pulse of life every second of every minute of every hour of every day as we bleed the same color wherever you are and in every walk of life red can you not see? Instead of fighting over the color of our skins extend your hand out and becom

Broken Halo, broken wings, her fall from the light was not in her dreams, hitting hard she looked up, the little fallen angel she did scream. Thoughts of regret now fill her young heart, as an emptiness fills her soul, for she now feels the pains of being just a young human girl. Her father's favorite she always was, daddy's little angel, he called her, as she always smothered him with her little butterfly kisses and tiny little hugs, but now she is infected with addiction or the evil of darkness unknown, cast out from the heavens and beyond, she is now scared, confused, and all alone. As her tears start falling it also now begins to rain, she can hear in the distance so faintly, the sounds of the other angels as they start to sing, or one of their own has now fallen far from her father’s grace, as the sadness and the sorrow now are surrounding the heavens and earth with her fall into a deep disgrace