Richard Lamoureux Poet Free verse

Red Eyed and Liquified

I feel the rain
Flowing down my face
Reminding me of tears
on my etched skin tracing
My spirit looks forward
But my brain is backward facing
It has been oh so very long
Since this heart has really spoken
waterworks haven't happened 
and my soul is choking

So I lift up my eyes
towards the night sky
I have lived one hundred lives
without really trying
each different and the same
living and dying
same patterns repeated
through the universe flying
Looking learning laughing
sometimes wisdom applying 

I have reached the final stage
my heart now feels like dust
My soul is drenched steel
overcome with rust
Each life taught me something
I'm trying to adjust
Dust to mud metamorphosis 
This body might bust
A cry baby wannabe
filled with pain hope and lust

The cradle of life is rocking 
Under the weight of contemplation 
I feel the bough is breaking
Into the ground 
I'm slowly sinking
Can you feel my body shaking
It's all a bad dream
I wake up tearfully crying
True or false
I think I might be lying
Lying here in my bed
My red liquified eyes 
are in need of drying...

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Red Fiery February 12, 2017 at 10:47 AM My mind was tossing over so many things after I read this and honestly speaking , I had the same question . What inspired you to write this ? You write with so much of emotions , Richard and as usual , I am your Fan !!!! Glad to be back and glad to have found this work !! Highly applaudable ~Red~ Richard Lamoureux February 13, 2017 at 9:53 AM You are sweet Red! Thanks for the visit and welcome back!

Akkina Downing January 25, 2017 at 7:43 PM Emotionally deep, but so so beautifully written... Awesome Richard :) Richard Lamoureux January 26, 2017 at 7:23 AM Thanks Akkina.:0)

Judy Ball January 24, 2017 at 4:59 PM WoW! There is so much emotion here. So much pain. So much confusion. Where is he going and why. This is some piece Richard. Great stuff. A seven from me. God Bless, JB Richard Lamoureux January 24, 2017 at 8:59 PM What a great comment, thanks Judy.

Eileen Manassian January 24, 2017 at 11:08 AM Richard, how did you write this? How? It is so amazing and so deep. I feel it's different....very different from hour usual writes. Trying to get my mind around it. What inspired you... Richard Lamoureux January 24, 2017 at 9:01 PM Honestly like most of what I write the first few lines pop in my head and it feels like the rest of it writes itself. Hugs back to you Eileen.:0)

Ralph Sergi January 23, 2017 at 9:22 PM Hi Rick: Poignant but Powerful! I love your prose! Richard Lamoureux January 24, 2017 at 7:20 AM Thanks Ralph.

Darren White January 21, 2017 at 11:01 PM Those last four lines... This is a dark and beautiful poem, and a definite 7 from me. Richard Lamoureux January 24, 2017 at 7:20 AM Thanks A Darren.

Arthur Vaso January 21, 2017 at 7:47 PM I love the honesty of this poem, is raw, pure and wonderfully expressed! I myself, never cry, never, not even once, not even when born, never, never, dont know what a tear is. ( ok I lied ) :) Richard Lamoureux January 24, 2017 at 7:19 AM Thanks Arthur.;0)

Connie Marcum Wong January 21, 2017 at 7:07 PM Finding a release through poetic words soothes the soul and becomes cathartic. Beautiful Richard. : ) 7

Joanna Daniel January 20, 2017 at 10:40 PM This is excellently splendid write, Richard:) I was caught in the flow of words:) a 7:) Richard Lamoureux January 24, 2017 at 7:17 AM Thanks Jo.

Mama Bear January 20, 2017 at 9:34 PM Nothing like a good cry for soul cleansing You have done well with this one A big 7 Love Mom Richard Lamoureux January 20, 2017 at 10:17 PM Love back to you mom!:0)

Mark Peterson January 20, 2017 at 7:32 PM Poetic-minded people must be doomed to introspection. I marvel at those who say they have nothing on their mind. Thanks for lending word and rhyme to what attacks me. You did almost too perfect a job, nearly sufficient to let me think I'm normal. Richard Lamoureux January 20, 2017 at 10:17 PM Being normal is highly over rated my friend. Thanks for the great comment.

Paul Callus January 19, 2017 at 4:00 PM A meaningful and emotive poem, Richard. Not all men cry, but those who do have nothing to be ashamed of. // paul Richard Lamoureux January 19, 2017 at 6:22 PM Thanks Paul.;0)

Arabian Poet January 19, 2017 at 2:42 PM Hi dear friend, how are you? Hope you are having great happy healthy life. Really inspiring and great work of art You really know how to use words Richard Lamoureux January 19, 2017 at 6:23 PM Thanks Arabian Poet.

Joseph May January 19, 2017 at 10:04 AM An emotional journey through each stage of a dream...Well written... Richard Lamoureux January 19, 2017 at 10:08 AM Thanks Joseph.

Casarah Nance January 19, 2017 at 9:56 AM brilliant words Richard, you are amazing, hugs Richard Lamoureux January 19, 2017 at 10:08 AM Hi Casarah, a big hug back to you.

Andrea Dietrich January 17, 2017 at 9:30 PM oh my, it's so emotive. Superb poetry, Richard!! SEVEN Richard Lamoureux January 17, 2017 at 10:58 PM Thanks Andrea;0)

Agnes Krampe January 17, 2017 at 9:13 PM Great description of emotion, Richard. I love the images you use, and especially the phrase "my heart feels like dust". Richard Lamoureux January 17, 2017 at 10:58 PM Thanks Agnes.

Freddie Robinson Jr. January 17, 2017 at 11:58 AM Very incisive poem, Richard. The deep introspection of this poem is a revelation to the soul. Breaching ignorance of self-motives is an elevating, liberating experience. Seems those dried red eyes are geared up to be transformed into bright eyes and take a quantum flight in enlightenment. Powerful poem, my friend. Richard Lamoureux January 17, 2017 at 8:19 PM Thanks Freddie, I'm still smiling after your amazing piece you dedicated to me. Thanks again.

Tim Smith January 17, 2017 at 10:20 AM Wonderful expression of feelings Richard...it's as if your dream is saying time is slipping away and you need to make your mark in this world. Richard Lamoureux January 17, 2017 at 11:02 PM The most important mark we can make is the relationships we cultivate. Thanks for your visit Tim.