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JUNE 14, 2009 1:38AM

She

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Nothing.

I was born out of nothing;
and like a lost lover,
She welcomes me back.

I'm increasingly sure,
that I will die alone,
with no one to remember,
what it was I had to say,
what it was I had to offer.

Will I ever know the touch of my other?
My vision dims,
my heart begins to miss;
a beat now and then,
you now and again
.

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Beautiful. I love the words. You will love another..
Deep and poignant. But don't despair, she will return, whoever she may end up returning as, and may you be ready to embrace her when she does.

Peace!
Beautiful.

....can we be happy? I have often been told that happiness must be found within, not with another. I don't know if I fully believe it, but the idea does have merit.

suicide is not the solution. Life can turn around in a minute. I want you to be here when that minute comes.
Hauntingly beautiful, Jim.
and who hasn't been there? hurts like a bitch
ApacheSavage has read my thoughts and posted them all ready.
Melissa: dj did a comment that’s just a period.

Michael: Do you think it’s because he has a space before the period at the end?

Melissa: Like he’s letting us know it’s intentional?

Michael: You mean, like a signal?

Melissa: Well, it’s his subtle way of hinting that he intentionally spaced before that period at the end. Missing a beat, just like he’s describing in that last stanza.

Michael: Maybe he’s not as obsessive as we are about these things?

Melissa: Well, but this is poetry, and every word, every space, every bit of punctuation weighs more because of that.

Michael: Oh, you’re right, he could fix that, couldn’t he?

Melissa: Yeah, and also notice how he changed the font for the last stanza. He went from serif to sans serif. Do you think that’s intentional, too?

Michael: I don’t see why not. I mean, it’s not like all of these things are bewildering to him or anything like, What am I doing? How did it happen? How do I make it go back?

Melissa: Hahaha. So if that’s true, then he’s actually introducing a layer of meaning through the typography, it’s like he’s taking poetry in yet one more dimension.

Michael: I just thought of something. Should we really be analyzing it like this? I mean, he probably wants to keep that—

Melissa: No, love! This is dj. He likes esoteric meta-conversations. Right, dj?
Thank you for sharing. Beautiful and sad.
Jim, This takes my breath away.
gorgeous and sad. As Apache said, happiness comes from inside, not outside. Love yourself first.
OH....
Period. finality. definitive.
Is this about someone who committed suicide and you are missing them? I realize I have not waited long enough to get a response to my first comment, which I mean with all my heart, but after reading Newton's comment and then metaness's comment, I wonder if I got the meaning wrong with my first read.
This poem makes me think of a question I used to ask myself. Who says the one for us is a person? (let me quickly qualify that) I think it is possible that, for some, a person can't feed their soul. I hope you find that partner, but from reading your work, it sure sounds like you have. Now you might just need a partner for the journey. You might have already found your love.

Just wondering
This from a line James Emmerling once left for me.

Feed your mind.
Give the years a chance to surprise you. There is nothing to lose, and only one chance to ride this ride and see where it takes us.
I am overwhelmed with the response. I posted this once before without this type of feedback and decided to give it another chance. I love all you guys. The poem is about loss of self and loss of a loved one. Loss as in love, life, death or suicide, but by no means by my hand. I apologize for how that came accross - the different responses were amazing.

Poetry is special to me in that regard. It is a seed agent that grows a special pattern in those that take the time o read it. In those that take the time to "run the code" (melissa and michael - and yes I love and live for it lol). Reading each comment adds a new dimension and overlays the simple with the complex. The world is a better place for all the seeds you plant, here and elsewhere.

Oh, the period as a comment was meant to point out the space after the poems last line, yeah like missing a beat :) It feels wierd to type that 'out loud' though.

I enjoy each and everyone of you all's musings both deep and comedic. I am happy to read you enjoy mine likewise!

Peece!
dj
I'm glad I read through the comments first, now I know you have hope. Never lose the hope.

Rated
You will love again. I'll believe it for you, if you'll believe it for me. xox
Thanks Buffy W!

Robin, I believe it for you, very much so :)

I will be taking leave of OS for a bit, much like last time, minus erasing my posts or changing the ava, tho lol. Peace and love all.

peece
dj
Oh, sweetie, your tags, and the poem.... such sadness.
I'm sorry for this pain.

Those last two lines...
dj, I do find somehow things get a better reading the second time around... I've had similar experiences with some of mine as well.

As to this, it is beautiful. The question of dying alone is always a sad and poignant one. I can only wish you faith and patience...
Enjoyed your poem
Jimenace.
that sure pierced deep. and thanks.
You may enjoy these poet memories?

never even noticed the misspelling
then-
an old love
love letter!
?
who wrote that
?
Elegy for a wife.
~~
When she was still alive
We wold go out, arm in arm,
And look at the elm trees
Growing on the embankment
In front of the house.
Their branches were interlaced.
Their crowns were dense with spring leaves.
They were like our love.
Love and trust were not enough to turn back
The wheels of life and death.
She faded like a mirage over the desert.
How nice to return such poetic offerings as this:

Will I ever know the touch of my other?
My vision dims,
my heart begins to miss;
a beat now and then,
you now and again .

DJ, words are ENERGY WRITTEN, a written TRANSMISSION, and are therefore in a certain way eternal...And regarding "the other" and the Black Hole of Nothingness, remember, Science tells us that a "companion star is a perfect source of infalling material for a black hole." Beware, my friend!!!
J-man! WOW! WOW!

Dude, I hope you're okay but that was one helluva poem.
I returned a little early from this foray into the wastes - I'm pretty sure I have to do some exemplary hiding to keep away from the monitors - lol!

waking! - thank you for coming by, I appreciate every person it touches, thank you much.

Wordsmith! - this was a second reading / posting to remember for sure. faith and patience to you as well :)

T.S.! - reading your excerpt on this theme brought this back out in full force. Peece be with you always and love.

Arthur James! - the twinkling winking of your diamonds that are your comments wakes the dead. In more ways than the physical - power, peece, and love to you.

Angelique... the means the words oft justify the thoughts and paths that are open afterwards... always. Energy - yes. Magic - always, to you, your words and your mission. it seems the storm that gathers the energy and the thoughts that gather the 'life' are similar in that each are out of our hands :) Peece...

micalpeace! - Welcome brother, I am happy you enjoyed and 'partake'

duanart! - high praise, man. This was a second post from way before - I am humbled by the responses. i explained earlier the meaning and have seen the change in post comments as a result. It is good - as in catharsis and pain are good lol. Peece!

Peece and love to all,
dj
you don't have to die alone
there are a billion lonely women out there
it can take a long time to find the right one
out of nothing indeed...that's the GOOD news as well as the bad, as you well know, buddy...

the comfort of the Nothing....the good old no - thing....the other is a thing among other things, but we as subjective organisms cant help but feel that way....

the other can approach & we let her in...and always she leaves us....we cannot consume her as we wish to, alas. and yes,

we all die alone.

Jim
very good observation by the physicist re. the black hole. is it nothing or is it the source & the end? does the companion star enjoy being pulled in?
((((........))))
I can't help to call on you m&m ((((........))))

read the void and the nesting - as a start and as a beginning always....
....
))))

to end a nesting of loops that never started... . though peace is all that we wanted... .

PEece,
dj

AI AI infinty lives in the "O"

peece and love,
dj again
Kathy and James - thank you for stopping by - :)
peece,
dj
I only just now came across this. Beautiful and powerful.
Thank you for your comment and coming by, Shivaun Nestor :)

peece!
dj
very powerful. great aesthetic experience reading it
Jason! thank you for sneaking in :) I missed this comment until today as I 'trolled' my blog for just those missed. I appreciate your vibe. Looking forward to reading more of your work - especially after you publish :)

peece,
dj