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

Smile like you did something wrong Have you ever noticed that the devil who is the epitome of evil has not been  seen for quite some time now since  man himself has now started to create  his own hate and evil and has for a very  long now? We fight over religion which  man created in the first place to control  the masses and their money and looking at some of those television evangelists do not get me started just keep on on  reading to read what I wrote about it then  through our own ignorance of uneducated  bigotry we separate ourselves by the color  of our skin not ever knowing what lies within or where we may be from. I mean, come  on it after all one planet with one race the  humankind and all citizens of earth, we treat women differently almost as if they  are lower class than men even though  they can do everything the same and then  some and of course it is because of that they wear the pants, I believe ...

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...

I do not I do not like the fame I do not like the fortune I do not like the screaming I do not like the drama So why can I not be more like the Dalai Lama? I do not like the fighting I do not like the war I do not like the death I do not like the hurt So why can I not be more like a minister in a church? I do not like the poverty I do not like the homeless I do not like the joblessness I do not like the hungry Why can I not be more like the Pope on Sunday? I do not like the hate I do not like the evil I do not like the greed I do not like the demons Why can I not be more like an Angel? I do not quite understand why I can not be more than I am? I do not quite understand why I can not be something more than me? I do not quite understand why we live in a world that can never find peace? First within ourselves then with our families and friends lastly city, states, and the world   Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A Poet's Journey