RICHARD M KNITTLE Jr.

Richard M Knittle Jr

WHEN IS IS FINALLY OVER

You will know when it is

finally over when your tears

no longer fall, the fear you

had of being alone, no longer

scares you at all, all the

cracks upon your broken

heart will no longer leak in

pain, no longer falling to

your knees when someone

mentions their name, when

you sleep at night and close

your eyes you again will

start to dream, no more waking

up at night screaming out

their name. All the painful

memories of the past will

slowly fade away, leaving

thoughts of only good times

with nothing else to say.

The television will not be

set on Hallmark family

shows, no more stacks of

tissues to wipe your eyes

and nose. You won't be in

your room locked away all alone while listening over

and over to all the sad old country songs. Friends and

family will finally stop banging

on your door, wondering if

you are still alive, or dying on

the floor. Youe clothes will all be folded, and the dishes put away. Then one day you will

look out the window and see

a clear blue sky, then open

up the front door to see the world alive, next you will close

your eyes for just a moment

and take in a big deep breath

knowing that it is over and

there is nothing left. What comes next? That I cannot

say for that is up to you, but I

do one thing and that is your not alone we have all been through it too.

Richard M Knittle Jr. ©

©A #Poets Journey

WHY DO I WRITE?

How is it that I am able to

write about a love that has

been forever lost for me, the

type of love that makes my

heart beat faster and my

soul to begin again to dream?

The ink that flows through

my veins is filled with sparks

of love and hope and ignites

a deep burning desire as it

spills out upon the blank

pages in what I call "My life's

book." To myself I wonder if they are memories of my

past lives that I have had, or

are they dreams of what is

to come as I am walking down

my long and lonely path. Why do I write about such such

happiness when sadness is

all that I have ever seen? How

can I write down about peace

on this earth when I cannot

even find peace within me?

How is it that the words that

flow from my pen as I write

down about all of my own

pain, causing those who read

them to begin again to heal

for I am the one whose heart has broke in pain and I

cannot stop all the ink it spills

before it is breaks again?

Why do I keep writing about

all of our life's mistakes? Is

their anybody out here, who

is listening? Do they care what I have to say? When I write

about the homeless plight will

it give them a home to stay or

children going hungry does it

put some food upon their

plate?  When I write about

addiction the one I know so

well will it keep all my friends

from dying or being locked

away in jail? When I write all

of those words down about

how I really feel will some

come up hug me or do they

say I am just a fool? When I

talk about my brother's all of

the hero's who fight in

freedoms name, especially

the ones that are coming

back from unwanted wars with

physical injuries and going

now mentally Insane, the

very same men and women

we asked to fight in battles

to die for you and me, leaving for destinations very far

away while leaving behind

their friends and family so

that we can keep our way life

and know that we will be

okay. Will our broken down

government finally care

to get help for everyone? After all they were still only children

when they handed them the

guns. Will people start believing in the angels and our

God above who is looking

down upon us to shower us

with love, the same very God

whom I saw now three years

ago, that day that I took my

life and wanted to go back home, what I saw while I was

there was something I never will forget, but he said to me

as he touch upon my bowing head, "A gift I give to from

me for your time here is

naught, teach your son the

many things what they all

forget, peace and love, shall

rise again, teach them what

now so I grant to you a new

begin, battles won and battles

lost never stop believing at

any cost, back you be when

your work is done, time we

have has come and gone, the night we live has lived its past

for He shall bring his peace to

last." When I awoke the tears

for him begun, I started writing

right about all that learned

and I hope and pray everyday

to He that it shall never end.

Amen

Richard M Knittle Jr. ©

© A #Poets Journey

DESTINATIONS UNKNOWN

When two lonely souls collide

on a collision course of love

amazing things will happen

from the celestial fields high

above, for they can now rejoice

over the fact that two of their

beautiful souls have finally

come together as one in a

matrimonial binding of love.

All the cosmic rays from whereabouts

of destinations that are all unknown

will sometimes come together

to form a parallel paradox universe

from where true love had actually

first begun and that in turn I

am happy to say will cause abnormalities

in the mathematical ratio of two

souls actually becoming one, meaning

that two more lonely souls in this

world are no longer lonely anymore.

And furthermore when this paradox

of emotional mix-ups does occur

the dynamics of two souls that became

one will change quite considerably

by taking the account of and adding

to the equation for the amount of

what is his, what is hers, and

what is ours.

So in conclusion when the information

Is added together and all of the facts

are out for everyone to see the the

complete and total computation is

that the two souls who collided

together that had actually combined

as only one will usually ends up

before it is over actually being three.

RICHARD M KNITTLE JR.(C)

(c) A #Poets Journey

RICHARD M KNITTLE JR Lives in the DFW area in Texas.