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.
My vision dims,
my heart begins to miss;
a beat now and then,
you now and again .


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Peace!
....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.
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?
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.
Just wondering
Feed your mind.
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
Rated
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
I'm sorry for this pain.
Those last two lines...
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...
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.
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!!!
Dude, I hope you're okay but that was one helluva poem.
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
there are a billion lonely women out there
it can take a long time to find the right one
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
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
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