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

Once upon a long time ago At one time back in the past once upon  a long time ago I can still remember a  very short moment in time when I could  still feel all of my emotions not just a  feeling of sadness all of the time, I was  for the most part happy, I went out with  my friends we joked and laughed had a  great time hoping it would last, I had my  children in my life doing the best that I  knew how to survive and even though  we may have argued and disagreed you  tell me a father and son that didn't and I  have some ocean front property in Arizona  to sell you along with a ten foot yacht,  and family my brother and sister even my  grandmother, God rest her soul. No, it  may not have been perfect I had my issues  that is for sure, like bills to pay there  was never enough money I had mouths  to feed three boys that were growing  eating me out of house and home that was including mysel...

Drop of hope As I was laying here naked with you on the floor of your home just wondering to myself in complete and honest amazement how we ever ended up this way with so many years of friendship I now believe that we are starting a brand new chapter in our lives so I begin to write a new piece of poetry by slowly spilling ink across the softest spot of skin on your lower back on your beautiful body, you know where I mean the place where all of the nerves start right in the center of the pleasure spot in your brain then twist down your delicate spine causing goose bumps to rise every time that finally comes to an end with the curve of where my dreams of so many sleepless nights and mornings have started and I hope shall never end, just as my poetic ink starts to form heated puddles between your beautiful bare breast as they rise to reach up to my warm place of prose like a seedling grasping up towards the sun, both of us so afraid to reach out and let go of the past and grab on to toda...

I really never took the time I really never took the time to realize that you look even more gorgeous every single time that I see you, just like you were a very rare and beautiful love poem that was written of a true love for forever from a once upon a time to happily ever after who's ink was used to last a lifetime than on into eternity where your very soul and essence would be spread out through all of the sands of time, which, at that moment by just whispering into your ear being carried by all the winds of yesterday into the here and now by a very familiar sounding voice that said "it was still falling short of the time you and I would spend together if one day you were mine for I have wished a wish on hundreds of falling stars shooting across the galaxy that you one day would be mine." Your beauty and sheer presence will always be haunting me for all of those times that you had danced with my soul with memories that will live inside of me playing until the day God d...

I can see love I know that love is alive and well I  can see love everywhere but love  just for some reason unknown  cannot ever see me.  I do not understand why am I not  here for love to see and if that is  the case than where the hell am  I at and where am I supposed be? I see love every day at the old  folks home, like the couple in  room number two zero two holding  hands from different beds so that  they will not die alone.  I see love down at the city park  where I see couple's kissing on  blankets talking about this and  that so you see I always see  love but alas love never knows  where I am at.  I see love when the school bell  rings when I saw Johnny give  sally his high school ring, I saw  love walking hand in hand just  down the road with the new couple  who just moved in newlyweds I  was told, I hope love stays with  them so they can be in love as...