Never

[aims]

fatuous, fawning, imprecations, felicitous, flagitious
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One minute fatuous fawning
the next flagitious
while assaulting the ears of all who hear
with gutteral imprecations
but never felicitous
you are never just what I need
never complimentary
never a site for sore eyes
never what does my heart good
never a refuge for a weary soul.

[moseley]

I had to read this about twice and A Perfect Circle's "Three Libras" song just started playing in my head, and I thought, this is a righteous echo or it is a great echo of this poem...it is often hard not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over while just once standing in the storm of wanting and telling what it is that is not there, what is missing...this is so succinct in that end, and again, like I mentioned in Heartfelts poems, it is not the poem itself, it is what the poem stirs up in the reader and where that goes...as a poet, you don't see that, you never do really, it is the hope of these seeds we pen from our own angst and fire and love and hate and good and evil that we weave and macrame a novel in short bursts, until the reader writes the rest of the experience in their own way, in their own collective...
it is a good poem

[aims]

Thank you moseley!!! that's the great thing about both music and poetry that in a sense it belongs to each reader for the one step further it travels with them and their own unique perception! for example when I read your pieces it is always a delight how utterly original and creative your expression, stream of consciousness, your imagination is in expression, your words are like poetic fireworks, colorful, startling, breathtaking, quite literally thrilling at times, always thought provoking! Anyhow glad you liked it!!!