Stormy Love

Stormy Love

The sea is angry,
crashing against the beach
the way we crash into each other.

Our hearts beat as one.

Clouds rush in.
Rain falls. Thunder roars,
and I touch your skin,
wet and beautiful.

Lightning splits the sky.
I taste your lips, hungry
You quench my thirst,
and the rain keeps pouring
on my lips.

We have a stormy love.

The night is cold,
so hold me.
Touch me in the ways
only old lovers know.

Let me rise to the occasion.
Let me feel every inch
of your stormy love
crash by crash,
the waves and our bodies
move as one.

Let the night take us
into ecstasy,
let it take us
into heaven
into our stormy love

Day rises. The storm is gone.
Let me look into your eyes one last time
before sleep takes my soul.

Looking back

Looking Back

When I look in the mirror I don't like what I see.
What looks back at me is a stranger—
somebody who's given in to the demands of others
and stayed too long in the same place.
I want to leave, but the chains around my feet keep me in place.

I no longer want my family obligations—whether they be family or friends.
I want them all to disappear beneath the weeds.
I'm sick of people who only come and see me when they need something.
I'm tired of rules that keep me in place
when I want freedom of movement.

I have sacrificed my very soul for people who really don't give that much of a shit about me.
For what? For their comfort.
Their comfort is my demise.

I want to look back at my 57 years on this life and not see them as a waste.
And yet I’m disgusted when I look in that mirror.

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The Artwork of Mr Knight Part 1

This blog began as a home for my poetry.

Each poem was paired with an image—usually created with Grok or another AI tool—to give the words a visual echo.

As time went on and restrictions tightened around what AI was “allowed” to create, I began to feel that something essential was being fenced in. Not just tools, but artistic agency. That didn’t sit well with me.

So I took a different path.

I began creating the artwork myself—guiding every piece, shaping every outcome, building images with the same intent and care I bring to my writing. Some of those pieces grew beyond accompaniment. They became works that could stand on their own.

You’ll now find a selection of those images here as separate artworks.

Yes, a machine helped render them—but without my words, my direction, and my decisions, they wouldn’t exist. These pieces are mine, and I’m genuinely proud of them.

Piece five and piece seven are personal favorites.

If you click on each image, you’ll be able to view the work in full.

Enjoy.

— Mr Knight

Flick of the switch

a flick of the switch

You gaze upon her dominant soul.
No pity, no woe—you lose all control.
She’s in command; your lights are out.
A flick of the switch, there is no doubt.

Now she has her prize in hand.
She raises your pole; she’s in command.
She lowers herself—your disgrace complete.
You’re meek, you’re nothing, obsolete.

A flick of the switch, she laughs, in control.
She rides you out, your body her toll.
Now you are hers, and heavens roll.
You meek man—she’s in control.

The sweet Goodnight

The Sweet Good Night

The reaper has come. I no longer see the lies of this world.
I only see the truth before me. That my time has come.
It is comforting. to know the lies have stoped my soul is at peace

I know I'm home trying quality has finally reached my soul and though my days have come to an end
I know I am truly not gone for if I'm remembered and honored
then I shall always be here with those who remember me

the reaper is just giving me what I needed all along the peace
the sweet good night

It's finite

From the day we are born
We are cruising through life to Oblivion
One day at a time we stepped forward
Waiting for that knock from the Reaper
To take us to our true destination
Life is but a journey, a journey to death's door
And when he calls you have no choice but to answer
Nature has a way of pulling us back to the dust from what we came
The Reaper’s call will always call us home back to dust

It's finite

The Lies she Tells

The Lies She Tells

Poem

She lies to you.
She only shows you what she wants you to see.

When she looks at you,
she’s lying.

Her eyes tell a story she wants you to believe,
but it isn’t the truth—
she misleads you with a smile.

She’s a diva personified,
a mistress of lies.

And you’re nothing but a gesture in her world,
another fool believing what she tells you.

What you see is a mirage,
and nothing you say will change that.

Her mystery will always live in the lie.

You will never see the truth,
because the truth is boring.

The lie is what’s exciting.
Those eyes continue to mislead.

Billy Joel once wrote,
“The most she will do is throw shadows at you,
but she’s always a woman to me.”

He was enjoying the lie.

That’s all she is:
a mystery wrapped in an enigma,
never telling the truth,
keeping you on the hook
and letting it dig into your very soul

with the lies she tells.

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This piece isn’t about hatred or bitterness.
It’s about illusion—how desire, charm, and performance can feel more convincing than truth.
With time and experience, admiration doesn’t disappear, but belief becomes dangerous.
This poem lives in that space:
where beauty is still seen, but no longer trusted.

Letter to my Dog

You're not just my dog you're my family When I look into your eyes I know things are going to be all right We've taken care of each other and we've thrived When you hurt your back legs I healed you Through patience and pain I kept you going You're my daughter and every sense of the word And when I'm away from you when I'm in that world full of noise I can't wait to come home to hold you in my arms And feel that unconditional warmth that lick on my face Humans can't give me that there's always conditions But with you Athena my darling my four legged love All you want is to be loved right back I can drop my guard when that door closes and I look at you This really isn't a poem it's just a letter to you even though I know you'll never read it When the day comes I know it it will when I hold you for the last time I know the tears will flow unconditionally Because that's how we loved each other I only wish humans had what we did But we don't humans are not wired that way It's why you're special my dog daughter I love you

listen to Silence

Listen to the silence
Listen closely
What do you hear?
Nothing
It’s silence

It’s peaceful
It’s tranquility
It’s calm
It’s pleasant
It’s soothing
It’s untroubled
It’s disciplined
It’s orderly

When my mind can’t take anymore
I beg for that
To listen to silence
Something cordial and friendly
Something simple

So listen to the silence
Sometimes it’s your best friend
Take the noise away
And just enjoy the silence

Mr Music Man

Mr Music Man take me away from my pain
Let the melody dance with my heart and take my pain away
Let the chords move through my ears and into my brain
Let the verses sail my hurt away for one more day

As I sit on this isle of loneliness
Music becomes ships bringing supplies
So I can take one more step one more day

Whether it be Disturbed
Billy Joel, Bowie, Ozzy
Or any voice that reaches into the night
Thank you for keeping me here
For keeping me going

Mr Music Man you take my pain away
Lyrics and melody feed my hungry soul
They take away my Sound of Silence
They help me build my steps
My stairway and for that
I am eternally grateful

Mr Music Man
You keep me going

You don't not see me

You don't see me

I'm here but you do not see me
You choose not to
I speak loudly
But to you I am silent
I am filled with emotion
But you are blind to it
I am angry that you do not see
But you're too naive to see the truth

I am here but you do not see me
Everyday I struggle
The mental Boogeyman Dancing in my Head
Laughing and destroying my thoughts
But you do not see me
You go about your day
Never acknowledging my mental anguish
I'm here but you do not see me

I have the right to be angry
The right to live
The right to have a family
But you have denied me this
Because of my disability
Because of my mental pain
You don't care
I am here but you don't see me

masks we wear you

We all wear masks in the ballroom of life,
Never letting anyone peek at what’s behind.

Some are adorned with ribbons and bows,
Others with diamonds and gold.

But when I look into their eyes
I never see reality,
Only the illusion before me—
like a great magician’s flourish.

I never catch the sleight of hand,
the sleight of gaze.

So here we dance in the ballroom of life,
with strangers by design.

We laugh and sing the whole night through,
but the masks remain in place,
even with you.

I'm Tired

I'm exhausted. I'm tired.
Tired of the mask I wear.
I've not been genuine,
Of dancing away without you really seeing me.

But if I don't—if I show you the real me—I know you won't stay.
Or I know you'll use it against me and stick the knife in my chest,
Or worse, in my back.

So I continue to wear this facade of a crown,
Never truly letting my guard down.
Being exhausted and tired doesn't matter; the show must go on.
The clown must laugh even if tears fill his eyes.

Smokey Robinson once talked about the tears of a clown.
I'm that clown, here for your amusement.
Never really being seen, just a moment in time,
Never having to be genuine because I don't matter.

I'm tired of the mask. I'm tired of wearing it.
I'm tired. I'm not being me.

Feel her Burn

As I lie awake in bed, thoughts of her fill my head.
Of the night we had before, of lust and feelings so much more.

Our bodies thrilling through the night, screams of passion and delight
Sweat dripping, bodies sipping, releasing their tension, feeling it whirl in flight.

Her eyes burned into my very soul;
Her lips the taste of them, without them I feel cold.
I relive that night as I lay here so,
Wanting it to restart, to feel that glow.

But that night has passed and the memories remain;
Her body has gone, but her soul is my chain.
She's in my head and won't let go, her Kung Fu grip has got me low.
Her eyes I see in dreams that churn;
Her passion turns, and I feel her burn—
In memories that will not return.

little blue marble

Little Blue Marble

Here we spend on our little Blue Marble in space
Trapped in time and in disgrace
We damage our world with our oil and grease
Polluting the skies making it meek

This little blue marble that was God's gift
Is now turning gray from man's ignorance and drift
But there's time to change our faith you see
There's only one little Blue Marble we have you see

We need to keep it safe and protected so
Because if we don't we'll be in tons of Woe

Astronauts see our marble spin in space
Or admire the view from the Moon you see
We have so much technology but we're still ignorant you see
Cuz without this world there's nothing left to see

So I'll leave you with the words of encouragement
We've still got time to fix our mistakes to save our world and cradle it so
If we hurry our world won't go Little Blue Marble Little Blue Marble
Out in space thank you for keeping us in God's grace

Scorched

Here we sit, we spin away
Twenty-four hours carved from clay
Then dawn resets the clock again
And life resumes its quiet spin

We fill our days with work and chores
Our nights with dreams and metaphor
We gather on beaches, build castles of sand
Pretending the tides aren’t erasing our plans

Songs bloom from speakers
Parrots scold trees
Children chase kites
While adults chase beliefs

Yet sooner or later the ledger is tallied
The curtain is drawn, the orbit unraveled

For even the sun, in its brilliant defiance
Must swell to a furnace and burn down its clients
The red giant will crown the finale’s call
And scorched Earth will take us one and all.

I Fade Away

As I walk the streets alone
I may notice a pretty girl
And I may stop and speak to her
But it's never anything more than surface chatter
If she's walking her dog we'll speak about her dog I never go in depth
See Smiles and Glide away walking the streets alone
I'll speak about the flower in her hair or the wonderful shade of lipstick
She thank me and I'll move along
But I will always walk alone
I let you see what I want you to see
And then I fade away
You won't remember me there's nothing to remember
I'm just a friendly guy who stopped and said hello
And but then I walk those streets alone
I know this is my cross to bear
To walk these streets to see a smile
Two still greet but never really to meet
I'm a ghost even though my heart still beats within my chest
You will never find out the rest
I walk these streets alone I Glade away

The Cyber Dance

So you want to dance, a test of wits across the screen?
Across cyberspace you sit, trying to play the scene,
To seduce my mind, but darling, you're still two steps behind.
You haven't lifted a finger to keep my thoughts entwined.

I'm not some young man who's stirred by just a passing glance,
I need a mind that can lead me in a clever dance.
Show me that twisted wit that makes me think, "You must be mine,"
Because if you can't spar verbally, you'll never cross that line.

I enjoy a chase that’s more than just a pretty face;
If your words can't keep up, you're simply not in the race.
And if you can't bring that roguish spark and charm that shines,
Then the door's already closed, and I'll find someone who truly aligns.

So if you're game for a challenge and a roguish little quest,
Step up and show me that your mind’s at its best.
I'm not here for the ordinary or just a lovely view—
I’m here for a woman whose wit and charm shine through.

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smoke and mirrors

"Smoke and Mirrors"

I am what I am.
I’m not perfect.
I’m flawed.
I am broken
but my heart still beats,
even though it bears many scars.

I look into her eyes and wonder:
will I rise to the occasion again?
Do I still have the strength to battle,
or do I simply wish to drift away?

These are the questions I ask myself
in my darkest moments
whether the quiet existence I now live
is worth shattering.

I know I am broken.
I know I am flawed.
I know I’m not perfect.
Yet I wear this mask of illusion,
pretending I’m fine
when deep inside I’m not.

The sorrow gnaws at my soul,
but we all have our crosses to bear.
Mine is this façade
this version of me that isn’t real.

When I look in the mirror,
I no longer see myself.
I see only the illusion.

I am broken.
I am flawed.
I am not perfect.
I am just smoke and mirrors.

Infatuation

Infatuation’s Illusion

Infatuation is an illusion an illusion of the mind and soul.
I can look into her beautiful green eyes and see my attraction.
I see we have many things in common, but she’s just an illusion.
What I see is what she wants me to see; I’m not really seeing her.

As much as I’d love to continue the daydream, I cannot be a moth to her flame.
I need to retreat into myself once again.
I cannot allow myself this indulgence I’m truly meant to walk this world alone.

No matter how much “pretty eyes” means to me,
I know it’s just infatuation a brief feeling of attraction that isn’t real.
No matter how much I feel, no matter how much guilt sits in my soul about walking away,
I know it’s right — infatuation isn’t good for me.

I need something based in reality, not fantasy.
I can’t be the moth to her flame.

Red Silk sheets

Red Silk Sheets

She likes naked on red silk sheets,
staring at me burning a hole through me.
Her desire unquenched,
thirsty—but not for water.

The lust running through her body takes control.
She lies there as God intended,
waiting for me to approach.
Cautiously I move toward her,
knowing what’s about to happen,
aching for it to happen
chills along my spine
as I look into her eyes.
She parts the red silk, inviting me in.

Her green eyes sparkle, daring me closer,
to take my prize just for tonight.
She is mine, and I am hers:
body, mind, and soul just for tonight.
The red silk sheets are waiting.

Tomorrow we’ll both disappear into the mist,
a mirage nothing more
like it never happened.
Because it didn’t.
You wake, and it wasn’t real.
Only the cold sweat on red silk remains.

City sleeps

While the City Sleeps

The city is sleeping, though it never truly does.
Horns keep honking; the traffic never goes away.
There’s no peace of mind in a city that never sleeps.

I walk the streets alone, stumbling toward my front door
drunk again, inviting misery as my company.
While the city sleeps,
it laughs at me.

I’ve watched my life pass me by.
As the city sleeps, it ignores me
just another drunk, staggering home from the bar.
Yes, I hear the horns,
but they’re background noise now.

Where has my life gone? What have I done with it?
The city sleeps,
and I’ve done nothing to better myself
just another drunk making his way home after last call.

The Night has Risen

The night has risen.
Here I sit alone in a room of pitch black,
Her image burned into my mind—
Curves like a winding road, a path I can't help but follow.
When she's near, I tremble, the sway in her hips lighting a fire in my veins.
Her eyes, they burn into my soul, and God, how I want her.
I want to feel her, her breasts heaving, her curves burning a hole into my mind.
I want her to take my very soul—
Yet I'm alone in the dark, and my thoughts betray me.
The night has risen, and I'm still alone.

How far have we fallen?

How Far We’ve Fallen

This world is no longer about cooperation — it’s about motivation.
It’s about what’s in it for me, not how I can help thee.
It’s all about self-preservation,
trying to prevent one’s own devastation.

It makes me sad to see how far we’ve fallen,
how our society has been broken.
If you put a mirror up to society,
all you’ll see is a cracked mirror.

We no longer look after each other —
it’s all about me.
It’s no longer about you — you’re on your own.
It’s all about everyone in their head thinking fuck you.

As long as I get what’s coming to me,
then you don’t matter.
We no longer care about each other —
we only care about ourselves.

We’ve become selfish and ignorant,
an uncaring, cold society,
all about one’s self-interest.

How far have we fallen?

I don't Trust

I don't trust anyone
I don't trust you
I don't trust her
I don't trust him
The only one I can really trust is myself.
Humans in general are flawed.
Sooner or later they'll betray you,
It just depends on when and why.
Someone will be your Benedict Arnold.
Loyalty doesn't exist anymore.
There is no moral code.
Everyone's in it for themselves.
Everyone is more motivated by their own self-interest.
I'm disgusted by this world.
I'm disgusted by you.
I'm disgusted by her.
I'm disgusted by him.
When I look at someone now, I might think they are a beautiful person,
But I always think: if I befriend this person, when will they put the knife in my back?
When will they turn on me? When will they hurt me?
When will they break my heart?
I don't trust anyone.
I don't trust you.
I don't trust her.
I don't trust him.