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  ECHOES In the dark, screaming corridors of my mind echoes of all the things somehow left behind talks and promises, words of love when you told me from God's own heart had come our love. Echoes when you sang to me, softly, in the middle of the night I sat in darkness my eyes closed tight imagining you were sitting there with me thinking, dreaming, someday that's how it would be Echoes of the first time, I remember when you said you loved me. Now a million tears I've shed. In the now abandoned place where my heart used to be, emptiness once illuminated by a million stars shining brilliantly Echoes of the first time I heard your voice, heard you say my name never dreaming joy could turn into so much pain I remember the first time you wrote a poem for me, such gentle, tender, loving words, just for me you told me on the phone Echoes of little secrets whispered, I held each one tight loving you beyond inagining, knowing it was right I still speak your name softly last thing each night and wake, your name upon my lips at first light Echoes my love, my heart, my soul, what happened to you and me? were the echoes, past ghosts that made you so afraid of me? Did you think I'd hurt you too? Oh love, I'd die first can't you see? How stupid they must be, the others, that they could not see Echoes even you don't know all that you are is that why you pushed me away so far? you held me in your arms, and kissed me that first time did you fear I'd think you were the you that they defined? was it the fear of the shadows in your mind? Echoes we were shy, between soft kisses exchanged so tenderly each holding on so tight, no telling who was you and who was me then passions flames ignited, uncontrolled, what we'd dared dream became reality come back love, don't be afraid, you see ... there are no more Echoes KisSoSoft@aol.com © 1999  I REMEMBERED ... I heard two lovers talking Remembered how it used to be And then I starting crying When I remembered you and me The times I used to hope and pray You'd come and talk to me When you did, no words had I to say Just the beating of my heart so full of ecstacy You always knew just what to say And soon it seemed I wasn't very shy Promised love forever and a day You left, I just wish that I would die. ©KisSoSoft@aol.com, July 28, 1999 EXPERIENCE Are there fears we're afraid to share? Do we not want others going there.? Sometimes sharing divides the pain, sharing our joy we relive it again. Experience is the best teacher it's true. Applying the past to all that's new can help us avoid making mistakes, help us decide which path to take. We can march forward smarter than before, and find what happiness may lie in store. KisSoSoft@aol.com ©1999 DOES IT SHOW When we think alone does anyone know? Can it be heard, later will it show? Our thoughts are ours held inside, to have, to share, even to hide. Thinking of times of joy or pain, should we share this again 'n' again? Are they our fears we're afraid to share? Do we not want others going there Sometimes sharing divides the pain, sharing our joy we relive it again. These things are often ours alone, times and feelings, long time gone. Still I wonder, when deep in thought. Do others know all I have sought? Can it be seen, maybe in my face, the time I spend in that other place; where I relive all I lived before, the memories kept in my minds store? All are treasures of life's great learning, experiences to which I am daily turning. Experience is the best teacher it's true. Applying the past to all that is new can help us avoid making mistakes, help us decide which path to take. We can march forward smarter than before, to find what happiness may lie in store. So I wonder can it be seen where I go? Have I learned from them, does it show? © James and KisSoSoftaol.com 1999 Please see this poem and also the poem by James, without the lines I wrote, on More Poems by James, and the part I wrote, "Experience" without his lines above. A DREAM I think of you and what I see is a dream real or not I think, a fantasy, it seems the earth and all it holds to be true has nothing on or in it that compares with you so a dream you must be, walking in my mind if this is so then Lord I ask may I sleep for all time for in my rest she holds me close, a safety I do know it's in this dream I feel a love that I never will let go a dream, a dream that is this love that I have found then I awake, my feet gently to the ground still she's here with me now, closer than before it's her sweet love that keeps all these dreams at my door dream or real I know not, neither will I ask I know true that I will never let this pass James © 1999 To establish contact with James, please send Email to KisSoSoft@aol.com and your comments will be forwarded to him. Thank you A DREAM (reply) It's not fantasy this dream you dream of me for everything you seem to think, forever it will be if what you want is love that's true beloved, then it's come to you if you will only open the tightly closed up door you will find it's all you want and really so much more. you can wake and walk around your feet placed firmly on the ground and the only thing that you will see is all the love that's on this earth and it's for you from me this is no dream and you can ask it will be forever and never in the past were you like me, that never dared to dream did you not know or so it seemed that love like this could be? it seems so impossible that it could come to me for what I thought was love before was what I tried to do, really nothing more. but this, oh love, consumes me with what I never knew could be and the simple words "I love you" I've only meant for you. KisSoSoft © 1999 The previous poems, both entitled, A DREAM and A DREAM (reply) both also appear on the page, Poems by James along with many other beautiful poems by James. FADED MEMORIES faded memories of the times we used to talk of love, of hopes, when you loved me and I loved you, when we talked about always ... forever when we couldn't wait until we'd be together, but slowly, the memory is starting to fade was it ever real? you said it was - but I cry, for you, for us, for what could have been the memories of what we seemed to have and now, you never call, you don't write, you don't answer anymore. I should have known when you didn't want to see me it wasn't real ... sometimes you still say you love me but then, how can you stand the awful silence? you don't have time for me anymore this wasn't supposed to happen to us and yet, like an old photograph the edges are fading, the images blurring and when I can no longer hold back the feelings they return as if they were new and it hurts so much, again I cry for without a word, silently, you said goodbye and I wish, oh how I wish it could be yesterday again but then, I'd have to face today once more and I couldn't stand the pain of watching us become a memory again, when you don't love me anymore and crying all the tears I've cried and all the tears I've yet to cry as silently, without a word, you say goodbye. KisSoSoft@aol.com © 1998 MY WISH FOR YOU I feel you crying deep inside where dead hopes and dreams reside I try and hope to be your friend and wish your misery would end. You are a very special man always there to lend a hand, you put aside your unfilled dreams but inside I can hear your screams as silenty you bear the load and travel on your lonely road. There are many things I wish for you but there's so little I can do because you choose to bear in silence all the new and remembered violence, the lonliness and sorrow you endure, I wish that I could somehow cure. It may help for you to know that in my way I love you so and I will always be your friend - my prayers for you to God I send that someday soon all this will end and on this road will be a bend. I hope you'll find such happiness and you will have all that is best to fill your heart and soul with joy - forever, happiness and joy. KisSoSoft@aol.com © 1998 HEY YOU! Hey you! What did you do? Did you come to steal my heart? Is that why I ache when we're apart? I didn't think you could. I didn't think you would. But that's exactly what you did and it's not so easily hidden. Without warning you crept in, tip toed so softly, I could hear a pin drop as you worked your magic spell, and then I heard it, clear as a bell, my heart telling me... and I knew there'd never be another you. So now, what do I do? I can't tell you that I'm in love with you... we're just friends! Is this how the story ends? Hey you... What did you do? KisSoSoft@aol.com © 1998 TEARS There are so many kinds of tears as many as the sounds we hear, as many as the sights we see, things touch us each so differently. There are tears of laughter, tears of joy, different each for him and her. Men cry mostly tears of pain, frustration for what they cannot regain, a parent, a child or even a friend, but women's reasons are without end. We cry our tears for all the above, we cry when we are overcome by love. Women cry when deeply touched by nature's beauty, babies and such. We have places so deep in our hearts, it's one of the things that sets us apart. We cry at beauty undefined, at little thoughts that cross our minds, beauty of word, gesture or phrase, and exquisite sunsets on some days. Of course we cry at sad things too, not only ours, but unlike you, we cry tears of empathy. But how I wish that you could see the best tears are tears of joy, unbidden, they come from deep within the deepest recesses of the soul, for reasons that are mostly hidden. But let something touch me deep inside you'll never know just why I cry, and I'm not sure why tears burst forth, angels too weep for things of worth. And if, my love, you've made me cry, you've brought me joy or made me die. KisSoSoft@aol.com,© 1998 ALL THAT YOU ARE You are everything a man was meant to be with a heart of gold that takes my breath from me. Your soul is pure as our Father meant it to be words of kindness in all that you say. You're strong and handsome with muscles of steel, the heart of a poet, so much do you feel. You're kind, loving and gentle and even much more, a man with such passion and so much to give. You're a father so caring that fills every need. You're smart and you know much more than the rest. You've suffered more pain than you'll ever tell, been hurt by so many and yet still you trust. You've never feared doing really hard work, there's never a thing you ever would shirk. Your love for your family is loyal and strong, you're just about perfect, I find nothing wrong. You're a man of conviction, moral and true. Humbly you speak of our Father above, and tell all who will listen His message of love. Still when I tell you all that I see you don't seem to know all that you are. There's something else you surely must know and that is I love you with all of my heart and I hate every minute we're so far apart. I feel so unworthy to wish I could be the one whose love would make you happy, but I wish it regardless if it's wrong or it's right and I'd want you to love me with all of your might. For all that you are and all that I see, I love you no matter, or the future will be - far more, my love, than you'll ever know. Our Father in Heaven surely must glow that He's your creator must fill Him with pride for more than any other, you're truly a man. KisSoSoft@aol.com,© 1998 This poem is dedicated to JM, he knows who he is and hopefully, all that he is. ABOVE THE REST You are the one that makes me glow you are the one that I love so thoughts of you linger night and day to the Lord I bow and pray that a man like you has come my way. A man like a lion with a mane of gold, a heart so true I think of you whatever I do. I know that I have been so blessed you're the one above all the rest. I love you with all my heart and soul, to make you happy is my goal. KisSoSoft@aol.com © 1998 MY PRAYER Heavenly Father up above, please help this man I truly love. Give him power, give him strength, give him angels that you sent to help him fight the devil's might. Never again let him lose sight that your love will see him through. And Dear God, I ask of you, help him to know that my love is true, and please let him always love me too. Help us join together in this fight. Give us both all of heaven's might. Banish the devil from my love's life and take from his this awful strife with your mercy, compassion and your love, Help him dear God, from up above. KisSoSoft@aol.com © 1998 WRITTEN IN STONE When I think of you, what comes to mind? A man of goodness, so gentle and kind. You bring the word of the Father to all that will hear expressed with such beauty that I shed a tear. You spread love to all, both far and near no matter how tired, what day or what year. There's so much within you, deep in your soul, surely your heart is made of pure gold. What have I done that you call me friend? I thank the Father on knees that I bend. From the day that I met you it seems that I knew that you were miles above all the rest; yes, it's true, you're simply the best. All through my life many people I've known but that you'll be my friend, the one that I love, that is one things, that's written in stone. KisSosoft@aol.com © 1998 I'M YOUR FRIEND Often I think how lucky I am to have such a tender, loving friend. The fact that we can share so much and tell each other things we feel. There are ways that you're so wise; you teach me things I'd never know, to understand life, and so many things I never would have known before. You give to me so very much I can't even start to tell, and yet I'm filled with so much guilt for there's no way I can repay the many things you do for me as your sorrows go without help, for you, who deserve so much more. You may doubt I care, but don't! I do, I do, I really do. There is a kind of love friends share and many times our hearts we bare, but I'm the lucky one it seems for all you give to me. And I look for ways to be all the things you are to me. But you're so strong and silent, while I go rambling on, and still you listen and advise you are so very kind and wise. How lucky can I be except I wish you'd let me try to do for you the things you do for me and help to lighten the big load you carry deep within. At least I want you to know you can say anything to me for I'm your friend and will be to the end. KisSoSoft@aol.com © 1998 MY LOVE How can I tell you how much you mean to me you're everything I do and everything I see. You're the center of my universe sometimes I feel my heart will burst with all the love I feel inside with all you are, you are my guide. I know one thing and this is true, if all on earth could be like you Heaven's doors would open wide, the angels would be mystified. They'd play their harps and gently sing and God Himself, who is our King, would surely know that there is hope for all the other common folk. My love, when it is you I see, I wonder how can you love me. I thank the Lord on bended knee that of all the others, you've chosen me. And every single day I pray to make you happy every day, to fill your life with so much love. I ask our Father from above to make your every dream come true, to never ever make you blue. My love, I long for you each day that we will love in every way. Until our lives on earth are through, my love, I want to be with you. Copyright by KisSoSoft@aol.com © 1998 COPYRIGHTED POEMS MAY NOT BE COPIED, REPRODUCED OR USED IN ANY WAY WITHOUT THE EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR. THAT APPLIES TO ALL POEMS ON THIS PAGE. |
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