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

There are too many negative things that are going on in this world right now unprecedented moments in our history especially here in The United States of America that we would be calling atrocities sixty-eight years ago both here and Nazi Germany world War II. Just think about it and all the rights we have handed over to our government the same ones that ignored this virus six months ago. Now scrambling almost in disarray as more and more of us die every day. With this tragedy and all of the others there is a light that still shines down albeit a vera tiny small one. As a lot of us are wondering where God is right now, I do not know but can see his Angels down here every day I look around. Angels among us I believe that Angels do live among us  and that they may be anyone we might meet, from the man down at the grocery store helping you with your groceries,  to the soldier fighting a war for our freedom who will never admit his defeat. To the little girl who was just diagnosed...

Me and you (redux) Maybe someday on a hot and steamy  midsummers night on a blanket under  the glow of a full moon, along with about  a billion or so stars lighting our way around while casting down upon our two nude bodies  locked in a dance of life and love amongst all of the beauty and the Poetry of God's  creations, I will create a new type of art a brand new classical piece of poetry that shall one  day soon become a revered piece of art, yet  it will not be on any type of blank canvas  or piece of paper, nor even walls and ceilings  like those of Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti  Simoni better known as michelangelo in the Sistine  Chapel, no, because it shall be written all over  you, it shall start with a "Once upon a time" but  baby all I know is this will not be any kind of child's  nursery rhyme, for when we kissed that first it  caused a chain reaction dee...

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 t...

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...

When it comes to love sometimes the end is actually the beginning of something else and while the truths are hidden in the lies of the heart the soul holds all the keys to yesterday today and all the tomorrows where love matters until the ends of all time.   My ink begins to flow As I am sitting here right next to you my ink begins to flow being pumped from a deep down loving heart that remembers you as my now awakening soul senses the scent of another it once held tightly in its arms searching what seems like forever for the mate it used to know, now lost in a world of deep emotional scars as the memories start playing like a broken movie reel repeating the same scene constantly from a single night of heated passionate love, when two very damaged people and their broken souls who were both left alone and very lonely needing each other and the touch of another reaching out through the pain of a broken heart filled with sadness and deep sorrow feeling vulnerable holding on to each o...

Six years ago I started writing  a series of poems about a very difficult time in my life, I had found that Ryder was not my DNA when they did a blood test and ripped him away from me screaming. When I was done The Battle Lost: Ryders Birth was finished, Today I have nineteen books of poetry fans around the world and of course my son Ryder, I had no idea the impact or the implications it would create. What you see below was the result, it is still in the top ten for free epic poetry. Get your Free copy today! • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,701 Free in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Free in Kindle Store) • #1 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Arts & Photography > Art • #1 in Kindle Store > Kindle Short Reads > One hour (33-43 pages) > Arts & Photography • #1 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Literature & Fiction > Poetry > Epic on Saturday September 27th(8:05am) A Fathers love for his Son nothing can stand in his way. A True Story told in...

Something that you are not Who do you think you are?  Standing there with your   grandiose facade with that    pretentious look across     your face looking down   your nose at me with your  egotistical tone while   bellowing complete   nonsensical babbling  gibberish from the hole   in your face, with a    sense of some sort of  superiority complex when in   actuality it is more of a  conceited pompous queen  of her own sociopathic  pathological lying narcissistic  kingdom ruling   over the voices in your head,  living in a world that only you   can see while looking in the  mirror of a reflection that   you deny twisted and   deformed from all the years   of lies and no soul eyes that  stare into the darkness out  of a cell within your mind   trapped there by the dem...

Something that you are not Who do you think you are? Standing there with your grandiose facade with that pretentious look across your face looking down  your nose at me with your egotistical tone while bellowing complete   nonsensical babbling  gibberish from the hole   in your face, with a sense of some sort of superiority complex when in actuality it is more of a  conceited pompous queen  of her own sociopathic pathological lying narcissistic kingdom ruling over the voices in your head, living in a world that only you can see while looking in the mirror of a reflection that you deny twisted and deformed from all the years of lies and no soul eyes that stare into the darkness out of a cell within your mind trapped there by the demons of your dirty sinful  past casting out a light that   only evil will receive as you take what you want from those with innocence filled hearts and sou...

Dedicated to the sons I am missing so very much.. Michael, Bryan, Dakotah, and my Grandsons.  I am going to love you I am going to love you until  forever comes my way even   if you do not want to love me  too there is nothing that I can    do and sure it will hurt and I will be a little     blue but it will be okay  because I Love You.  I am going to love you until  all of the fires of hell have  cooled and faded away when   the devil is finally dead    then buried six feet down underground in a    unmarked grave as the  angels sing a song as his   soul is carried home for    just like He who lives high  above whose love is for all no matter what  I will always love you even   if you do not love me it will be okay I will love anyway.     I am going to love you and it  does not matter what...

Take a look around you, open your eyes to the pain, the world we live is dying faster and faster it seems like every single day, there is violence and murder every where with our children dying now in the streets, religious wars, and poverty so much it makes me sick, I pray to God but i am not sure if He is even at home, it appeares now that we maybe all alone on our own, what to we do just give up and look away?, We ourselves have created all the problems, humanity is the one to blame, it is time to close your facebooks, stop snap chatting the night away get up and go outside into the light and start taking back our streets and towns instead of living in fear within the dark inside, we need to start to dream again and imagine what that would be like, we need to,  Imagine Imagine a world one  with no hate  that has no prejudice  that decides your fate  where white Is winter and falling as snow  and black  is the night against  the stars in the sky...

Sense of innocence If I would have known all that I now  know all the way back then, when I was  still growing up, just a silly dumb young  kid, still attached to my childish ignorance  of the world around us with my virtuous  innocence intacked with everything that  I have learned, I would have thrown a big old noisy fuss, then jump up and down yelling  stomping the ground kicking my feet as I scream just as loud and long as I can acting all wild shaking  my head  NO NO NO I will not go, then outright refuse to take it anymore, which would have more than likely cause me to get a whooping or sent me to some psych ward by my parents because along with everyone else thay would think that I went a little bit  crazy because I say the heck with being an  adult, I will not ever grow up, I will stay and  play out in park all day eating my ice cream  playing tag or hide and seek, so that I never  need to fall in love ...

Carrying hate and anger inside will destroy you, you need to forgive and let it go, it has taken 13 years for me. Now I will pay for it for the rest of my life..  I heard a familer tune  It been thirteen years and counting since we  went our separate ways, yet my mind now and  then still wanders to those days of you and I,  yet I do not know why, just the other day I got  a little lonely so I went to the bar to throw down  a few beers, I looked up when i heard a familer  tune my heart begun to race as tears fell down  my face and my mind began remembering me  and you out on that dance floor dancing to Neon  Moon , waltzing across the floor with Brooks and  Dunn, then two stepping as dwight sang dixie as  he died, on the streets of Bakersfield, a thousand  miles  from nowhere, staring into each others eyes, promising forever, which I tried so hard to find  but you broke my heart for good, it never worked...

My tired bloodshot eyes open up to a view of the dirty street while someone stole the  shoes  that were on my feet I  am  shivering uncontrollably  because  it is so cold, I am broke  with no  more dope feeling sick to my  stomach  and very hungry just wondering to  myself where in  the hell I am  this time around?  Close my eyes again hoping that  this is  just another nightmare  but it  is not, so I punch the ground break my hand and the tears  begin  to fall then splash  down on the  ground around me, so I scream  out to  nothing but the silent echoes of my own voice, looking all around me but only seeing the shadows of myself looking back at me shaking  their head as if to say what  the hell did you do this time  you loser, you will never  amount to anything, hearing  the familer condescending voice of my father, while seeing the disap...

Broken Glass I am haunted by painful memories of demons in the shattered fragments, I still remember my littered past, living in my nightmares through the dreams they now all cast watching shadows as they dance around me on the walls of this empty home, being cast by the burning fires that are still completely out of control for a rage of passion wanted that was never known, listening to the silence of the teardrops as they fall from the absence of joy or laughter that never makes a sound, looking for a hint of light knowing that only darkness is around, where life once lived death now follows consuming everything that abounds while the voices in my head get louder causing chaos to ensue confusion in my mind of right or wrong starts causing me to sin, as ink now spilled drips with blood from the sharp tip of my pen, walking down the dirty streets just waiting for the end hoping to find some proof of life finding only regret and sorrow deep into the night ...

Be still my quickly beating heart Every time I see you I need to stop and tell myself "Hey man, you got this, all you gotta do is just be cool" but then you look right at me with your pretty smile and beautiful face and all of a sudden my knees get weak then I can barely speak so I close my eyes real tight and remind myself that I will be all right as I whisper underneath my breath "Be still my quickly beating heart" as it begins pounding really hard deep down within my chest, while all of those loving feelings come rushing back I bet you can guess what happens next as I fall head over heals in love with you, just like I always do while some of my favorite memories start to play like double feature in my head showing me in my eyes past all of our home made movies along with some old photographs showing all the adventures that you and I had, all of the awesome uncut scenes even the adult eyes only ones from all our many different moments in ti...

It felt as if he was moving so much faster than anything around him as his heart started beating faster and pounding harder then it had ever before, that's when he noticed the clock that was hanging up on the wall had either stopped or slowed way down to a crawl  "what was going on," he thought to himself "Did I finally crack and go insane? is this just a dream? For that is what it seemed to him and it all started when she had walked in to the room, it felt as if "No, that cannot be" time itself slowed then stood still, refusing to move on and even a single grain of sand in an hourglass on the desk just kind of hung there, almost like it was floating in the air, he then looked over at her and wondered who she was, he had not even a clue, all he knew was she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen  staring for what seemed like many hours studying everything about her all her curves and her gorgeous lips the color of her eyes and ...