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

In the world, we live in today all we can do is hope and imagine for a better place to live where all lives matter no matter what race or color. Imagine, imagine, and imagine again. Imagine a world one with no hate that has no prejudice that will decide your fate where white is only the winter and falling like the snow and black is the night against all the beautiful stars in the sky with a full moons glow. Imagine a world where the only colors that are taught are those of rainbows and of crayons that are still in their box. Imagine a world that has only one race, where everyone is treated as equals and it is not case by case, where we all live in peace and all wars have now ceased, there are no boundaries or borders, just wide open space. Imagine a world where everyone eats because there is no hunger or poverty and everyone gets the chance to speak, where we all care for each other in our hearts, minds, and souls, where love is shown to you wherever you may come from and wherever you ...

Violence is the language of the ignorant, please use the intelligence that God has given us and use words to win the war, nobody will listen if you don't give them something to hear. Poet  Richard M Knittle Jr. A Poet's Journey

I look back now at all of my past relationships either one night, one hour, five minutes, or ten years what I found was I made more mistakes than any one of them. Love, sure is not easy it is very hard to hold on to and when it is gone it seems to erase everything you had when it leaves us, I wish I could say I am sorry to all of them, but today I have no regrets. You see regrets for me are for the decisions that I did not make not for the ones I have because nobody knows what will happen when you need to make those decision as we cannot look into the future when all we see is the past. So. what I will do is thank you all from the very deepest depths of my heart for coming in to my life for without you, I would have never been me. Book of pictures Looking at a book of photographs I had found in a dust covered worn out box I had found filled with pictures of all of my loves whom I have had in the past, my memories start to play a movie with a cast of yesterday's whose dreams seem so...