I float on clouds of joy while waving at the sun
chatter with moonbeams 'fore the night is done
and when "they" ask me to explain my heart
I can only tell them "love" is my favorite part.
I tap the rivers of their floating lore even every jut
traps a bit of history to store deep within my gut.
I traverse mountains at their highest standing peek
and as the sun starts to rise at dawn find all I seek.
When the whole world seems off its spiriling axis
and the heavens loom low to touch all to the maxes.
I glide from planet to planet in search of every part
no matter the find on my voyage
"Love Is My Favorite Part".
Del Cano 2005 March
Thursday, December 29, 2005
There is no argument
There is no argument
against a wrong thought
When one's mindset is based
on information from naught.
When an opinion is stuck
on a basis pulled from a lump
then there is no way to argue
or defend 'gainst that bump.
I pride myself on truth
no matter what others say.
Always bring with me honesty
and treat others that way.
To be accused of a wrong
I did not do brings on deep pain
Even more deepening the angst
is they "assumed". Damn, disdain!
I live with love in my heart
spread it like droplets of dew.
So to be accused of a wrong
shatters me thru and thru.
If my word aint good enough
So be it. I can't help your doubt.
It really means to me you suffer
when your doubt turns me out.
The way others live their lives
doesn't mean I share their way.
Stress acting from my heart
and get a little better everyday.
To believe that people do not act
unless invited to is shallow thinking.
Feels to me like you're not being real
or maybe didn't notice your drinking.
There is a fallacy in thought
which brings doubt with no particulars
simply based on how you think
issues about extra curriculars.
Hmm, never gave that much thought
that your doubt could be self based.
Thinking of how you act control
show you feel and jump in others face.
I know beyond any doubt you have
that what you accused me of is wrong.
The more I think of your confidence
could be a level that is not too strong.
Ahh, so that "could" cause you to think
in a line which shows your weakness.
Mattered not to you that I did nothing
only in your mind was that bleakness.
If your confidence level was strongt
here'd be no reason that you doubt.
But due to that weakness in yourself
you didn't feel you had the real clout.
Heart breaking at its best
dissapointment at the least.
What disturbs me so much
I feel like I've been fleeced.
I gave of me free and opened
held back not a damn thing.
Now it feels more like a sore
as if it were a giant bee sting.
No apologies for what I didn't do
Tho feel compassion on your part.
We shared so many good times
to leave this emptiness in my heart.
Did I hear you say, "thanks for the tears"
that is such a shameless comment
when it was your doubt which raised
this feeling of abandonment.
Your tears might actually be for you;
mine are real from the hurt you made.
Pain as if I had been cut repeatedly
with an old knife with a rusty blade.
Be sweet my dear. I never carry a grudge.
Need a little while to rebalance myself
to forgive and get this poison out of me
then it can be placed on the closet shelf.
I'll return as if there had never been "US"
not a peep outta me to the rest of the world.
You keep your dignity and reputation
while I whisper, "she used to be my girl".
So long, Sweet Thang, be blessed.
Best to you. Guess this be my last kiss.
And you can be damn sure of one thing
when I get in need, going to "Poetic Bliss".
Del Cano 2005 Dec
against a wrong thought
When one's mindset is based
on information from naught.
When an opinion is stuck
on a basis pulled from a lump
then there is no way to argue
or defend 'gainst that bump.
I pride myself on truth
no matter what others say.
Always bring with me honesty
and treat others that way.
To be accused of a wrong
I did not do brings on deep pain
Even more deepening the angst
is they "assumed". Damn, disdain!
I live with love in my heart
spread it like droplets of dew.
So to be accused of a wrong
shatters me thru and thru.
If my word aint good enough
So be it. I can't help your doubt.
It really means to me you suffer
when your doubt turns me out.
The way others live their lives
doesn't mean I share their way.
Stress acting from my heart
and get a little better everyday.
To believe that people do not act
unless invited to is shallow thinking.
Feels to me like you're not being real
or maybe didn't notice your drinking.
There is a fallacy in thought
which brings doubt with no particulars
simply based on how you think
issues about extra curriculars.
Hmm, never gave that much thought
that your doubt could be self based.
Thinking of how you act control
show you feel and jump in others face.
I know beyond any doubt you have
that what you accused me of is wrong.
The more I think of your confidence
could be a level that is not too strong.
Ahh, so that "could" cause you to think
in a line which shows your weakness.
Mattered not to you that I did nothing
only in your mind was that bleakness.
If your confidence level was strongt
here'd be no reason that you doubt.
But due to that weakness in yourself
you didn't feel you had the real clout.
Heart breaking at its best
dissapointment at the least.
What disturbs me so much
I feel like I've been fleeced.
I gave of me free and opened
held back not a damn thing.
Now it feels more like a sore
as if it were a giant bee sting.
No apologies for what I didn't do
Tho feel compassion on your part.
We shared so many good times
to leave this emptiness in my heart.
Did I hear you say, "thanks for the tears"
that is such a shameless comment
when it was your doubt which raised
this feeling of abandonment.
Your tears might actually be for you;
mine are real from the hurt you made.
Pain as if I had been cut repeatedly
with an old knife with a rusty blade.
Be sweet my dear. I never carry a grudge.
Need a little while to rebalance myself
to forgive and get this poison out of me
then it can be placed on the closet shelf.
I'll return as if there had never been "US"
not a peep outta me to the rest of the world.
You keep your dignity and reputation
while I whisper, "she used to be my girl".
So long, Sweet Thang, be blessed.
Best to you. Guess this be my last kiss.
And you can be damn sure of one thing
when I get in need, going to "Poetic Bliss".
Del Cano 2005 Dec
Bottomless Pit
How deep is the love when
it seems like a bottomless pit.
Tho no longer around me
the pulsing just won't quit.
A shame when the attraction
as well as the longing too
fails to provide enough balance
to allow us to make it thru.
Philosophical differences
killed the golden goose;
kept the future clouded
neither would turn it loose.
No way to keep it alive
when doubt and pain arise
leaving stains from the tears
in well cried out eyes.
Too stubborn to hear or
understand the other's way.
Trying to force a balance
kept adding stress to the day.
Between each kiss and hug
crept a questioning glance.
A killer if their ever was one
to any budding romance.
Oh, there were moments
filled with sheer delight
but the strain of distrust
was too heavy a plight.
At times when I'd stop
she bumped right into me.
At first thought it was cute
till I realized her uncertainty.
Other doubts started to show
as we rode the waves in sync.
Teasing on some subjects
soured the fantasy in a blink.
Like toting a load up hill
a battle for any tired soul.
The weight of it all, too much
even a strain to play a role.
Too sensitive to past trials
to allow questions to dangle
Sensual wants and needs
got caught up in the rangle.
Making love while wondering
can kill the deepest passion.
Mind sets stuck on idealogical
criteria hurts compassion.
I am left wondering why
the pulsing won't quit.
Could be my measurement
is close to a bottomless pit.
Del Cano 2005 July
it seems like a bottomless pit.
Tho no longer around me
the pulsing just won't quit.
A shame when the attraction
as well as the longing too
fails to provide enough balance
to allow us to make it thru.
Philosophical differences
killed the golden goose;
kept the future clouded
neither would turn it loose.
No way to keep it alive
when doubt and pain arise
leaving stains from the tears
in well cried out eyes.
Too stubborn to hear or
understand the other's way.
Trying to force a balance
kept adding stress to the day.
Between each kiss and hug
crept a questioning glance.
A killer if their ever was one
to any budding romance.
Oh, there were moments
filled with sheer delight
but the strain of distrust
was too heavy a plight.
At times when I'd stop
she bumped right into me.
At first thought it was cute
till I realized her uncertainty.
Other doubts started to show
as we rode the waves in sync.
Teasing on some subjects
soured the fantasy in a blink.
Like toting a load up hill
a battle for any tired soul.
The weight of it all, too much
even a strain to play a role.
Too sensitive to past trials
to allow questions to dangle
Sensual wants and needs
got caught up in the rangle.
Making love while wondering
can kill the deepest passion.
Mind sets stuck on idealogical
criteria hurts compassion.
I am left wondering why
the pulsing won't quit.
Could be my measurement
is close to a bottomless pit.
Del Cano 2005 July
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Inspiration's Love, Complete
Inspiration can be quite easy
when minds are allowed to dream
and drift upon the clouds of light
which lifts you with its beam.
You reach way out to surpass
any boundaries set for life
to share with me a loving world
so void of stress and strife.
For just that tiny bit of time
as I ride that beam of light
you raise my depth of emotion
beyond what I thought was bright.
You inspire me. You move me
when I'm stuck in a place I know
and sail my senses at such a rate
I never had thought could go.
Inspiration's love. Complete!
A sentence which states it clear.
When I reach this one dream spot
I want to share you with me here.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
when minds are allowed to dream
and drift upon the clouds of light
which lifts you with its beam.
You reach way out to surpass
any boundaries set for life
to share with me a loving world
so void of stress and strife.
For just that tiny bit of time
as I ride that beam of light
you raise my depth of emotion
beyond what I thought was bright.
You inspire me. You move me
when I'm stuck in a place I know
and sail my senses at such a rate
I never had thought could go.
Inspiration's love. Complete!
A sentence which states it clear.
When I reach this one dream spot
I want to share you with me here.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
Sunday, December 25, 2005
What If
What if you had not been
my real fantasy come true.
There'd not be much of me
if there had not been you.
What if I hadn't recognized
your lovely face that day
and walked straight towards you
as our eyes met that way?
What if you had not returned
the love started in my fantasy.
There would not be the songs
sung with love by you and me.
When the whole world looks
at the stars or a sunset too
my eyes are fixed, staring
on the sunrise of you.
All of life's burdens are lighter
with you, here by my side.
Glad the angels heard your prayer
which filled my soul with pride.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
my real fantasy come true.
There'd not be much of me
if there had not been you.
What if I hadn't recognized
your lovely face that day
and walked straight towards you
as our eyes met that way?
What if you had not returned
the love started in my fantasy.
There would not be the songs
sung with love by you and me.
When the whole world looks
at the stars or a sunset too
my eyes are fixed, staring
on the sunrise of you.
All of life's burdens are lighter
with you, here by my side.
Glad the angels heard your prayer
which filled my soul with pride.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
Friday, December 23, 2005
{{{{{SIGH}}}}}
I can see us
hand in hand
feet caressed
by the sand.
Waters lap
as waves
kiss and clap.
The edge of
tenderness
soothing
a caress
creating
what seems
scenes from
a dream.
I awake,
dammit,
for goodness
sake.
Del Cano 2005 February
hand in hand
feet caressed
by the sand.
Waters lap
as waves
kiss and clap.
The edge of
tenderness
soothing
a caress
creating
what seems
scenes from
a dream.
I awake,
dammit,
for goodness
sake.
Del Cano 2005 February
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Her Smile Pulls In The Dawn
Her sighs crack breathless
and whispers in the dawn
always a faint twinkle
before night is fully gone
she silhouttes the moon
its aura not quite as strong
as when she aims her beam
and hums our favorite song
her smile pulls in the dawn
sensitivity shows in her eyes
with clarity unlike anything
one might see up in the skies
she is my awakening
my welcome to each day
feverisly I search for words
yet I fail at what to say
But I can tell of all the joy
as each new day gets a start
the pleasant emotions I feel
keeps her firmly in my heart
Del Cano 2004 December
and whispers in the dawn
always a faint twinkle
before night is fully gone
she silhouttes the moon
its aura not quite as strong
as when she aims her beam
and hums our favorite song
her smile pulls in the dawn
sensitivity shows in her eyes
with clarity unlike anything
one might see up in the skies
she is my awakening
my welcome to each day
feverisly I search for words
yet I fail at what to say
But I can tell of all the joy
as each new day gets a start
the pleasant emotions I feel
keeps her firmly in my heart
Del Cano 2004 December
Monday, December 19, 2005
If But for One Night
If but for one night
we could share the tide
while strolling the beach
holding hands, side by side.
With moonlight softly lain
spreading a glow in our path
our hearts dying to share
all which holds our wrath.
Staring eye to eye
two souls sharing tears.
All the secrets of our lives
tumbling without fears.
If but for one night
our stories had emptied
all the hiddened spots
neither one to be pityed.
With confessions done
from the emotional weight
of stories hidden for years
turn to each other to sate.
In that moment of time
each with a needy heart
turn to the other for solace
to quiet every other part.
If but for one night
we embrace by the sea
on that island we now
call our reverie.
As ignited passions grow
in the midst of a new relief
our senses race across
the old threshhold of grief.
Making love in the sand
just off the edge of the tide.
Where we both shared
a most heavenly loving ride.
If but for one night.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
we could share the tide
while strolling the beach
holding hands, side by side.
With moonlight softly lain
spreading a glow in our path
our hearts dying to share
all which holds our wrath.
Staring eye to eye
two souls sharing tears.
All the secrets of our lives
tumbling without fears.
If but for one night
our stories had emptied
all the hiddened spots
neither one to be pityed.
With confessions done
from the emotional weight
of stories hidden for years
turn to each other to sate.
In that moment of time
each with a needy heart
turn to the other for solace
to quiet every other part.
If but for one night
we embrace by the sea
on that island we now
call our reverie.
As ignited passions grow
in the midst of a new relief
our senses race across
the old threshhold of grief.
Making love in the sand
just off the edge of the tide.
Where we both shared
a most heavenly loving ride.
If but for one night.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
Audio entry (Because You Make It So)
Audio entry (Because You Make It So)
Play audio entry (1 min 11 sec)
My love for you increases
With the passing of each day
And blossoms forth in tenderness
To form a sweet bouquet.
Each week adds just a little more
Of things to make it strong
Sincerity and deepest trust
Help it to go along.
The months bring hope and faith to me
And cause my love to sing
A song which mellows more each time
Your kisses pluck the strings.
Your smile is fuel to keep it warm;
Your words cause it to flame
And sparks fly to the skies above
Each time I hear your name.
And that is why, dear love,
My love for you will grow
To fill this life with happiness
Because you make it so.
Del Cano 2001
Play audio entry (1 min 11 sec)
My love for you increases
With the passing of each day
And blossoms forth in tenderness
To form a sweet bouquet.
Each week adds just a little more
Of things to make it strong
Sincerity and deepest trust
Help it to go along.
The months bring hope and faith to me
And cause my love to sing
A song which mellows more each time
Your kisses pluck the strings.
Your smile is fuel to keep it warm;
Your words cause it to flame
And sparks fly to the skies above
Each time I hear your name.
And that is why, dear love,
My love for you will grow
To fill this life with happiness
Because you make it so.
Del Cano 2001
Friday, December 16, 2005
Reaching The Spot
She aches to know happiness
as troubling tides arise
and I bet she will one day
to her prayerful surprise.
Happiness shows its bloom
in forms returning again.
Not only in the opening rose
but in the softness of the rain.
Those little waves stumbling
thru the soul with delight
actually reaching the spot
are blooms on a starry night.
Sadness will be gathered
called out by its very name.
In the mirror of life
most reflections are the same.
We look past details
craving for what's brand new.
Often times missing so much
letting happiness pass right thru.
Have you ever looked;
keenly viewing the starry skies.
Might they be from God's face
you're seeing twinkles from his eyes.
Wipe those frowns from your face
take a hard look at what you've got.
The Nightingale, chanting divinely!
Certainly, every rose reaching the spot.
Del Cano 2005 Sept
as troubling tides arise
and I bet she will one day
to her prayerful surprise.
Happiness shows its bloom
in forms returning again.
Not only in the opening rose
but in the softness of the rain.
Those little waves stumbling
thru the soul with delight
actually reaching the spot
are blooms on a starry night.
Sadness will be gathered
called out by its very name.
In the mirror of life
most reflections are the same.
We look past details
craving for what's brand new.
Often times missing so much
letting happiness pass right thru.
Have you ever looked;
keenly viewing the starry skies.
Might they be from God's face
you're seeing twinkles from his eyes.
Wipe those frowns from your face
take a hard look at what you've got.
The Nightingale, chanting divinely!
Certainly, every rose reaching the spot.
Del Cano 2005 Sept
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
I Present To You
I Present To You
You used to wonder
if you had all of me
and tho I said you did
I held back, you see.
Always felt the need
to hide a part on the shelf
just in case, whatever
to save a bit of myself.
These years seemed
to just fly by so fast.
You were my beginning
and apparently my last.
I present to you
that part no longer hid.
You promised unrelentling love;
here I am because you did.
Del Cano 2004 October
You used to wonder
if you had all of me
and tho I said you did
I held back, you see.
Always felt the need
to hide a part on the shelf
just in case, whatever
to save a bit of myself.
These years seemed
to just fly by so fast.
You were my beginning
and apparently my last.
I present to you
that part no longer hid.
You promised unrelentling love;
here I am because you did.
Del Cano 2004 October
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Just Melt My Armor, Baby
Lets just suppose the "she"
is really you this time
I'll give up what is of me
for those lips of warm wine.
Getting a glimmer of moonlight
shown thru those lustful eyes
teasingly reaching just right
sending wild passion to the skies
Just melt my armor, baby
take from me all I've got
I'll give it all up, wicked lady
craved what you have a lot.
Choose me this time, please
I've fought all the battles I care
as I lay me down to life's ease
nothing better'n having you there.
If you are as powerful as is said
then I am to be happy as a lark
Rock my soul till I'm dead
as I respond to your every spark.
Can't imagine a more happy end
than to be taken by the likes of you.
My own insaneness from the begin
Got to be satitiated by you.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
Inspired by "Shake His Mighty Armor"
by Mystic
Lets just suppose the "she"
is really you this time
I'll give up what is of me
for those lips of warm wine.
Getting a glimmer of moonlight
shown thru those lustful eyes
teasingly reaching just right
sending wild passion to the skies
Just melt my armor, baby
take from me all I've got
I'll give it all up, wicked lady
craved what you have a lot.
Choose me this time, please
I've fought all the battles I care
as I lay me down to life's ease
nothing better'n having you there.
If you are as powerful as is said
then I am to be happy as a lark
Rock my soul till I'm dead
as I respond to your every spark.
Can't imagine a more happy end
than to be taken by the likes of you.
My own insaneness from the begin
Got to be satitiated by you.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
Inspired by "Shake His Mighty Armor"
by Mystic
Passion, Desire and Love
Spoke with Passion last night
to inquire of its intent to stay.
Passion referred me to Desire
to fetch answers right away.
Desire, with hands on her hips,
tossed her head back and spake,
"Love determines your condition
with Passion and Desire to take".
Love stepped in and orated
that she is built by the hour.
As long as Desire and Passion stay
Love is a lifetime flower.
Del Cano 2005 Oct
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Living For The Love of You
Drifting on a memory
sailing in our yesterdays.
Reliving your pleasures
given in your precious ways.
All the candlelight can't
re-establish those times.
Still feeling your touch
and ever present chimes.
Hearing our song
softly singing to me.
Always in your throws
deep in your reverie.
Drifting on a memory
sailing in our yesterdays.
Reliving your pleasures
given in your precious ways.
Smoother than a gentle breeze
radiating warmth and passion
flowing from my mind with ease
recalling your loving fashion.
Riding the waves of love
enchanted with your touch.
Sailing together in mystery I
I've loved so very much.
Sad to see a new horizon
slowly coming to view.
But my love wants you happy
and all the best for you.
Drifting on a memory
sailing in our yesterdays.
Reliving your pleasures
given in your precious ways.
I am living for the love of you.
Inspired by the song
"For the Love of You"by the Isley Brothers
Del Cano 2005 Dec
Drifting on a memory
sailing in our yesterdays.
Reliving your pleasures
given in your precious ways.
All the candlelight can't
re-establish those times.
Still feeling your touch
and ever present chimes.
Hearing our song
softly singing to me.
Always in your throws
deep in your reverie.
Drifting on a memory
sailing in our yesterdays.
Reliving your pleasures
given in your precious ways.
Smoother than a gentle breeze
radiating warmth and passion
flowing from my mind with ease
recalling your loving fashion.
Riding the waves of love
enchanted with your touch.
Sailing together in mystery I
I've loved so very much.
Sad to see a new horizon
slowly coming to view.
But my love wants you happy
and all the best for you.
Drifting on a memory
sailing in our yesterdays.
Reliving your pleasures
given in your precious ways.
I am living for the love of you.
Inspired by the song
"For the Love of You"by the Isley Brothers
Del Cano 2005 Dec
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Off To Poetic Bliss
When I step off into Poetic Bliss
great to know you're there
Emotions charged to the brim
passions freed like a flare.
Mighty good to know
we can share in this joy.
Scatter the pieces all about
like a child with a new toy.
Stepping thru that magic door
calls for a companion's hand.
So overwhelming it all can be
sharing is no less than grand.
Within those majestic bounds
one can love or touch and feel.
Act on your wildest imagination
in Poetic Bliss nothing's real.
When one passes the very edge
and every one of the senses is right.
Nothing better'n having you around
sharing in savoring the delight.
Oh, it can so wipe you out
shooting stars sailing by.
Smiling moonbeams winking
those sunspots in your eye.
Can you imagine walking, alone
thru a huge maze of lust.
All those raw emotions cooking
frying you to a crispy crust.
Now and again we smile together
and nothings wrong with a kiss.
Oh, take my hand as we walk
stroll with me thru poetic bliss.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
I step out of reality and visit Poetic Bliss. That is the world of my fantasies. I can do all things there. I can seek that most powerful connection with whom I wish where many have no idea it even exist. I can seek with all my senses charged that person who has stoked my embers to raging flames. I can smother her with tender kisses, caress and fondle her no end or ravish her till my senses explode. In my poetic world of bliss only the epitome of realtionships exist. When I speak her name 10,000 violins start playing, a million butterflies flutter their delicate wings. A choir of countless thousands of voices hum any tune of the moment. Of course the moon smiles all day long 24 / 7 and is the brightest at noon. The sun strikes its best glare at midnight. While past lovers may be composing changes to Rhapsody in Blue (to perhaps violet or red or whatever) I am soaking up the hugeness of the joy which exist there. Body screams from the pleasures. It is an elation that transcends words yet begs to be expressed. As one who knows, the transcendence of it is beyond reality's strictures. Beyond the barriers of flesh. Its haze of pleasantness reaches beyond consciousness's scope. And like one participant said," its like that thing, that bliss, is not "inside you" its the hugeness you crawl into and become "YOU" and part of it ...rather than it a part of you. Its like the bliss seeps into the space between the atoms and molecules of your being.If our bodies, our beings are nothing more than vibrating atoms, the bliss seeps in between them. Those spaces.
Our living breathing world has no compare once you've stepped into that Poetic World of bliss. Your senses jump from star to star as your passions soar from the mountain tops. Your emotions dance unrestricted in the shadow of the moon as you ride the waves of forever. And remember, forever is getting short. Tomorrow may not be... so I step into my land of reverie today, anytime I wish. That's my World of Poetic Bliss.
Spencer
Sunday, December 04, 2005
In Less Than A Blink
She steps out for all to see
raises her arms to the sky
as she reaches with her heart
all enhale and breathe a sigh
None could tell her desire
just watched in stoic view
Stretching, reaching to heaven
to form an angelic hue.
The heavens spoke a word
no one else could tell the way.
When she turned with her smile
I knew it was that special day.
All round knew a miracle
was near at their hand
that something marvelous
happened and was so grand.
In less than a whole blink
thoughts arrived on time
seeing the tranformation
all else, simply sublime.
Speak, dear angelic soul
tell the world you lost the pain
how from your mountain top
you danced and twirled again.
Now you write of the joy
to all those wallowing in angst.
I read you like a student
and offer worship and thanks.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
I saw you healed.
She steps out for all to see
raises her arms to the sky
as she reaches with her heart
all enhale and breathe a sigh
None could tell her desire
just watched in stoic view
Stretching, reaching to heaven
to form an angelic hue.
The heavens spoke a word
no one else could tell the way.
When she turned with her smile
I knew it was that special day.
All round knew a miracle
was near at their hand
that something marvelous
happened and was so grand.
In less than a whole blink
thoughts arrived on time
seeing the tranformation
all else, simply sublime.
Speak, dear angelic soul
tell the world you lost the pain
how from your mountain top
you danced and twirled again.
Now you write of the joy
to all those wallowing in angst.
I read you like a student
and offer worship and thanks.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
I saw you healed.
We Danced Away The Night
I could tell from her eyes
that certain sort of trance
she begs ones attention
when she wants to dance
Even more so I could tell
she asked about slow tunes
and started reminising bout
old baritones and their croons
As soon as we hit the floor
head resting on my chest
hair radiating vanilla jasmine
essence of love from her breast
We more so rocked
or shuffled one might say
barely moved on the floor
danced, non-the-less today.
All the world faded
we held each other so tight
slipping deeper into yesterdays
as we danced away the night.
Del Cano 2004 November
I could tell from her eyes
that certain sort of trance
she begs ones attention
when she wants to dance
Even more so I could tell
she asked about slow tunes
and started reminising bout
old baritones and their croons
As soon as we hit the floor
head resting on my chest
hair radiating vanilla jasmine
essence of love from her breast
We more so rocked
or shuffled one might say
barely moved on the floor
danced, non-the-less today.
All the world faded
we held each other so tight
slipping deeper into yesterdays
as we danced away the night.
Del Cano 2004 November
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Sinking Deeper
Sinking deeper in your mystery
noting every touch as I slide.
This entanglement with you
truly is a magic carpet ride.
Am spent daily thru emotions
every ounce of energy drained.
The aura of you is my cloak
drenching me like Spring rain.
Take this not as a complaint
searching the rubble of words
to say how I feel leaves me
humming like mockingbirds.
My need to go to work is often
overshadowed by you.
As each recall flashes in mind
I'm planning new things to do.
You seem to always hover
right above my pounding heart
creating brand new feelings
bursting old laisons apart.
Nothing, more filling to me
than your presence's allure.
Tho ridden lots of life's journey
your magesticness stays pure.
Had not the least of a thought
I'd be so deeply, totally engrossed.
I seem so drenched in all of you
my cravings for you are the most.
Most I can do now is smile
exhale slowly and breathe a sigh.
The pinnings in my heart do grip
as tears are welled in my eyes.
Sinking deeper in your mystery
I now willing take its lovely ride
and can't think of a thing more joyous
than you and me side by side.
Del Cano 2005 April
Sinking deeper in your mystery
noting every touch as I slide.
This entanglement with you
truly is a magic carpet ride.
Am spent daily thru emotions
every ounce of energy drained.
The aura of you is my cloak
drenching me like Spring rain.
Take this not as a complaint
searching the rubble of words
to say how I feel leaves me
humming like mockingbirds.
My need to go to work is often
overshadowed by you.
As each recall flashes in mind
I'm planning new things to do.
You seem to always hover
right above my pounding heart
creating brand new feelings
bursting old laisons apart.
Nothing, more filling to me
than your presence's allure.
Tho ridden lots of life's journey
your magesticness stays pure.
Had not the least of a thought
I'd be so deeply, totally engrossed.
I seem so drenched in all of you
my cravings for you are the most.
Most I can do now is smile
exhale slowly and breathe a sigh.
The pinnings in my heart do grip
as tears are welled in my eyes.
Sinking deeper in your mystery
I now willing take its lovely ride
and can't think of a thing more joyous
than you and me side by side.
Del Cano 2005 April
Friday, December 02, 2005
Keeping The Dream
I so inhaled your words and felt there smooth edge
yet wonder why I'm banned to mere fantasy.
When we entered the bounds of love's valley
we were introduced to the blessings of ecstasy.
Have I lived a lie in my mind's eye that we reached
on that day, the maximum, the epitomy of a storm
that swirling, blinding, volcanic twist of passion
which has kept me firmly wrapped in your arms.
Oh, please don't rock this explosive fevered dream
cause that day we met in the remnants of creative lust.
Tho our fire ignited from the drippings of our need
it became more than simply an intoxicant to us.
As plain as day I still see the sparks bursting
thru the darkness we invaded on that special night.
I have so many times retraced the trail of our venture
which remains my standard of love's sweet light.
My hands tremble touching the ski slope of your back
fingertips finding each delicious foray discovered
as I dive within the mysteries of your passions
could care less about tomorrow or if I shall recover.
Oh, sweet thang, deliverer of dreams come true
my lips and tongue continue tasting flavors you are
as the cravings rise to even higher levels unbound
my senses soar past the heavens to a lavender star.
While caressing your breast, the the desert of your neck
my own fingertips quiver with the outlandish thought
that this is not real, that we did not meet in a lover's dream.
That my senses simply crashed from imaginations wrought.
On my knees I beg you do not allow this, our legacy, to die
not one frame of our night in love's valley should be lost.
When you again open the door to our dreams details
we shall be together again at our whelm at any cost.
Response to Dream Giver by Dreamswithwolves
Del Cano 2005 Nov
I so inhaled your words and felt there smooth edge
yet wonder why I'm banned to mere fantasy.
When we entered the bounds of love's valley
we were introduced to the blessings of ecstasy.
Have I lived a lie in my mind's eye that we reached
on that day, the maximum, the epitomy of a storm
that swirling, blinding, volcanic twist of passion
which has kept me firmly wrapped in your arms.
Oh, please don't rock this explosive fevered dream
cause that day we met in the remnants of creative lust.
Tho our fire ignited from the drippings of our need
it became more than simply an intoxicant to us.
As plain as day I still see the sparks bursting
thru the darkness we invaded on that special night.
I have so many times retraced the trail of our venture
which remains my standard of love's sweet light.
My hands tremble touching the ski slope of your back
fingertips finding each delicious foray discovered
as I dive within the mysteries of your passions
could care less about tomorrow or if I shall recover.
Oh, sweet thang, deliverer of dreams come true
my lips and tongue continue tasting flavors you are
as the cravings rise to even higher levels unbound
my senses soar past the heavens to a lavender star.
While caressing your breast, the the desert of your neck
my own fingertips quiver with the outlandish thought
that this is not real, that we did not meet in a lover's dream.
That my senses simply crashed from imaginations wrought.
On my knees I beg you do not allow this, our legacy, to die
not one frame of our night in love's valley should be lost.
When you again open the door to our dreams details
we shall be together again at our whelm at any cost.
Response to Dream Giver by Dreamswithwolves
Del Cano 2005 Nov
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Enhaling Your Words
Oh, the morning staggers as I dress
preparing for me to enter the fray
As long as I can get a word from you
I know I'm going to have a good day.
From frazzled night to sunrise
I swam in the moment with you
feeling the lift and spread of your fog
laying softly like morning dew.
Your send off allows me to face
whatever there is in the way.
Boldly, I step out to the world
enhaling you thru out the day.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
Oh, the morning staggers as I dress
preparing for me to enter the fray
As long as I can get a word from you
I know I'm going to have a good day.
From frazzled night to sunrise
I swam in the moment with you
feeling the lift and spread of your fog
laying softly like morning dew.
Your send off allows me to face
whatever there is in the way.
Boldly, I step out to the world
enhaling you thru out the day.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
"Fusion"
(A Collab)
I thought of fusion between us
ten thousand unspoken pleasures
treats of a magnitude so great
far beyond ability to measure.
What keeps me coming back
to you in these moments of time
beyond hope for tomorrows
our yesterdays filled with rhyme
Each eye contact adds more
to the pile we have in stash
and no matter the subject
fusion blows to passion's crash
Some sort of addiction, I suspect
an infusion I can't live without
a high that crashes heaven's gates
with desire permeating throughout
Rising like vaporous fog
a cloud of lucious fumes
the fusion between us
rises like glorious blooms
We decorate the universe
with petals gently falling
rich with scent in rainbow hues,
and melodies ever-calling
Sleep, an escapee of mine
desire wrestling with need
to hell with it all tonight
I'm wallowing with you, indeed
This thing's beyond my ability
to figure, reason, or guess
so in dreams I'll continue to appear
whispering one word . . . "yes"
DelCano, November 2005
Naia, November 2005
(A Collab)
I thought of fusion between us
ten thousand unspoken pleasures
treats of a magnitude so great
far beyond ability to measure.
What keeps me coming back
to you in these moments of time
beyond hope for tomorrows
our yesterdays filled with rhyme
Each eye contact adds more
to the pile we have in stash
and no matter the subject
fusion blows to passion's crash
Some sort of addiction, I suspect
an infusion I can't live without
a high that crashes heaven's gates
with desire permeating throughout
Rising like vaporous fog
a cloud of lucious fumes
the fusion between us
rises like glorious blooms
We decorate the universe
with petals gently falling
rich with scent in rainbow hues,
and melodies ever-calling
Sleep, an escapee of mine
desire wrestling with need
to hell with it all tonight
I'm wallowing with you, indeed
This thing's beyond my ability
to figure, reason, or guess
so in dreams I'll continue to appear
whispering one word . . . "yes"
DelCano, November 2005
Naia, November 2005
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Back To Youth
Touching
the silk of your skin
forever tells the truth
heartbeats, like yesterdays,
tingles me back to youth
vapors from the storm
created from within
clamors for relief
as you touch my skin
Feeling
the rising tide mixed
with ever growing lust
excruciating desire
wanting you, a must
the shortness of breath
with its panting sort of tune
sings notes to the song
accapella duet coming soon
Riding
each increasing wave
tossing sensuality's feast
a salad of ecstasies mixed
served for reveries increase
murmuring chants
bodies flailing thresh
praying to the gods
of burning heaving flesh
Baptized
in sensation's grip
violent pulsation
wears to a calm
of pleasant sedation
flashing moments
blinding starry lights
scale the heavens of
true passions delight
Absolved
of all the needy whims
lust paid the fee and toll
worshipping the idol of you
buried within the soul
Touching
the silk of your skin
forever tells the truth
heartbeats, like yesterdays,
tingles me back to youth
Del Cano 2005 Febraury
Touching
the silk of your skin
forever tells the truth
heartbeats, like yesterdays,
tingles me back to youth
vapors from the storm
created from within
clamors for relief
as you touch my skin
Feeling
the rising tide mixed
with ever growing lust
excruciating desire
wanting you, a must
the shortness of breath
with its panting sort of tune
sings notes to the song
accapella duet coming soon
Riding
each increasing wave
tossing sensuality's feast
a salad of ecstasies mixed
served for reveries increase
murmuring chants
bodies flailing thresh
praying to the gods
of burning heaving flesh
Baptized
in sensation's grip
violent pulsation
wears to a calm
of pleasant sedation
flashing moments
blinding starry lights
scale the heavens of
true passions delight
Absolved
of all the needy whims
lust paid the fee and toll
worshipping the idol of you
buried within the soul
Touching
the silk of your skin
forever tells the truth
heartbeats, like yesterdays,
tingles me back to youth
Del Cano 2005 Febraury
Friday, November 25, 2005
I Shall Give
I give direction to the moon
swift currents of passion's fire
blushing from your golden currents
reveling from our endless desire.
I bring with me unsatiably
the balm of sensual lotion
caressing auras lingering
without a fleeting notion.
My tender beloved,
I'll dip thee to the depths of ocean's love
cloak thy soul in raiment
fitting for royalty like a glove.
I bring kisses lined of gold
pluck moonlight from thine hair;
transcending thoughts of joy
as we sail the skies up there.
I bring thee marvelous sights
and drape before thee hues
from far distant heavens
scrumptious mountain views.
From star to star we'll dance
twirl round and round in glee.
Plant magnetic touches
bursting wide and ecstatically.
Drive your passion to limits
never known again the same
ten thousand violins shall play
each time I whisper your name.
And like the moon and sun
glowing forever and complete.
I'll sprinkle stardust in your hair
and place rainbows at your feet.
DelCano 2004 August
I give direction to the moon
swift currents of passion's fire
blushing from your golden currents
reveling from our endless desire.
I bring with me unsatiably
the balm of sensual lotion
caressing auras lingering
without a fleeting notion.
My tender beloved,
I'll dip thee to the depths of ocean's love
cloak thy soul in raiment
fitting for royalty like a glove.
I bring kisses lined of gold
pluck moonlight from thine hair;
transcending thoughts of joy
as we sail the skies up there.
I bring thee marvelous sights
and drape before thee hues
from far distant heavens
scrumptious mountain views.
From star to star we'll dance
twirl round and round in glee.
Plant magnetic touches
bursting wide and ecstatically.
Drive your passion to limits
never known again the same
ten thousand violins shall play
each time I whisper your name.
And like the moon and sun
glowing forever and complete.
I'll sprinkle stardust in your hair
and place rainbows at your feet.
DelCano 2004 August
O Love
Precious one! Dost thou know your
presence is the reason I am?
You are the answer my soul craved
I had plunged into the deep abyss;
Shadowing my empitness and pain
from the darkest of hours, though
mine eyes be blinded, my heart
saw the tiniest twinkle in the distance;
And as I began to believe,
thou had not forsaken me,
the light grew well ordered;
O, my beloved, you, light of my soul,
burst forward from the minuscule twinkle
to a magnificent shower of stars.
You, an "instrument of rhapsody",
forever cloaked in the sweetest of song,
lay before me, ever more inviting.
Your presence ravishes,
long vanished days
the deepest of my senses
and singing a song which mellows
more each time your kisses pluck the strings.
You, my my deep ocean of love, hath saved me.
I can do no less than utter theses murmerings
perhaps shout, "O LOVE! Sweet foliage exulted".
Might we, hand and hand, dance and twirl
before the heavens, singing of our joy
and spread LOVE to every corner of all worlds
prepared to fly forever,
following the moon?
Del Cano 2005 June ( Edited)
Precious one! Dost thou know your
presence is the reason I am?
You are the answer my soul craved
I had plunged into the deep abyss;
Shadowing my empitness and pain
from the darkest of hours, though
mine eyes be blinded, my heart
saw the tiniest twinkle in the distance;
And as I began to believe,
thou had not forsaken me,
the light grew well ordered;
O, my beloved, you, light of my soul,
burst forward from the minuscule twinkle
to a magnificent shower of stars.
You, an "instrument of rhapsody",
forever cloaked in the sweetest of song,
lay before me, ever more inviting.
Your presence ravishes,
long vanished days
the deepest of my senses
and singing a song which mellows
more each time your kisses pluck the strings.
You, my my deep ocean of love, hath saved me.
I can do no less than utter theses murmerings
perhaps shout, "O LOVE! Sweet foliage exulted".
Might we, hand and hand, dance and twirl
before the heavens, singing of our joy
and spread LOVE to every corner of all worlds
prepared to fly forever,
following the moon?
Del Cano 2005 June ( Edited)
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Fleeting Will
I have considered thee free;
"fleeting will" upon the horizon.
Shall I step back and feast
in thy glory or just be bathed
in the aura of your passion?
Shall I reach for the touch
so often missed,
yet a wave
fluttering from a midsummer's night.
Ah, the question!
Had I touched thee,
cupped thy chin in my hand,
whispered glories of love,
would you have stayed to share?
Or, would your desire to leave,
once more, drive me away.
Drive me to the mouth,
the mouth of the valley
to once again lay in wait;
to glimpse thy soft spirit
flowing by.
DelCano 2004 April
Ignorance Prevails
Ignorance prevails
in the mind of a fool
who reads not or studies
but think its cool
Fast to say that others
are wrong to step beyond
the label of ordinary
all else is a junk bond
I see the fool by the road
refusing rides from folks
who disagree with him
a total cog in the spokes
See the world thru
tinted colors to say the least
anything which makes sense
is to the fool a beast
Refusing to see the world
thru facts and figures plain
Reality to them is not a plan
something no one can explain
Reality passes by, always
yet never really reach the point
the fool misses the whole thing
as if forever stoned on a joint.
The fool gets forever angry
snaps when others see what he can't
and goes to his best defense
just start to raving and a rant
Goes berserk when thoughts
are not within a neat box
to gain a supposed advantage
drunk from fallen from rocks
A really sad note and a shame
ignorance breeds even more
won't allow anything else to reach
into that hidden store
If they dont know then it aint so
nothing is allowed in an empty space
when they close up and ignore facts
reality presented to their face.
Then they question reality
it suspends out in the air
not touching the rest of us
it simply dangles there.
Another obvious foolish trait
is to hang on to a dying part
no reasoning to make sense
just clutching with all their heart
Its said all the world is a stage
we should all play a roll
but the fool hangs on to ignorance
as if never had paid a toll.
When one points out a truth
from evidence spread in front
they ignore the facts of all of it
and insert a blocking shunt.
The fool blames the world
everyone else for their falls
Never allowing a thought
beyond their limited calls
What makes it more a damn shame
when the fool happens to be Black
they help to defeat the rest of us
by helping to hold us all back.
Wallowing in abstract ignorance
the fool keeps a real closed mind
and their lack of openess
is a killer of the worst kind.
I reached out to a fool
tried to love and respect
but the emptiness prevailed
and all was a total reject.
The fool I tried to reach
wants to run over seas
when they do that country will say,
"go back, please".
The simplest of thoughts
is only good enough
any mental computation
is tragically rough
As much as I wanted
to serve up a loving hand
that fool clings to ignorance
in a closed mental land.
So I'll respect the position
set out my colorful sails
just accept in the mind of a fool
"Ignorance Prevails."
DelCano 2005 July
Ignorance prevails
in the mind of a fool
who reads not or studies
but think its cool
Fast to say that others
are wrong to step beyond
the label of ordinary
all else is a junk bond
I see the fool by the road
refusing rides from folks
who disagree with him
a total cog in the spokes
See the world thru
tinted colors to say the least
anything which makes sense
is to the fool a beast
Refusing to see the world
thru facts and figures plain
Reality to them is not a plan
something no one can explain
Reality passes by, always
yet never really reach the point
the fool misses the whole thing
as if forever stoned on a joint.
The fool gets forever angry
snaps when others see what he can't
and goes to his best defense
just start to raving and a rant
Goes berserk when thoughts
are not within a neat box
to gain a supposed advantage
drunk from fallen from rocks
A really sad note and a shame
ignorance breeds even more
won't allow anything else to reach
into that hidden store
If they dont know then it aint so
nothing is allowed in an empty space
when they close up and ignore facts
reality presented to their face.
Then they question reality
it suspends out in the air
not touching the rest of us
it simply dangles there.
Another obvious foolish trait
is to hang on to a dying part
no reasoning to make sense
just clutching with all their heart
Its said all the world is a stage
we should all play a roll
but the fool hangs on to ignorance
as if never had paid a toll.
When one points out a truth
from evidence spread in front
they ignore the facts of all of it
and insert a blocking shunt.
The fool blames the world
everyone else for their falls
Never allowing a thought
beyond their limited calls
What makes it more a damn shame
when the fool happens to be Black
they help to defeat the rest of us
by helping to hold us all back.
Wallowing in abstract ignorance
the fool keeps a real closed mind
and their lack of openess
is a killer of the worst kind.
I reached out to a fool
tried to love and respect
but the emptiness prevailed
and all was a total reject.
The fool I tried to reach
wants to run over seas
when they do that country will say,
"go back, please".
The simplest of thoughts
is only good enough
any mental computation
is tragically rough
As much as I wanted
to serve up a loving hand
that fool clings to ignorance
in a closed mental land.
So I'll respect the position
set out my colorful sails
just accept in the mind of a fool
"Ignorance Prevails."
DelCano 2005 July
Cheap Novel
Like a cheap detective novel
case solved in chapter one.
'Cause the editor says so
write on till he says its done.
Go find something to thrill
more readers of the book.
Words to make them read on
and to take another look.
Find some sleasy fella
to make all who read hate
his actions yet they thrill
and make our mood satiate.
Locate some wild woman
to join him in the fray.
While stumbling thru life
in her own sloven way.
We read those type novels
to liven up our own thought.
Pretending as we wallow
hoping not to be caught.
Yep, them cheap novels serve
a purpose even still.
Like when I write of lust
and lots of our secret will.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
Like a cheap detective novel
case solved in chapter one.
'Cause the editor says so
write on till he says its done.
Go find something to thrill
more readers of the book.
Words to make them read on
and to take another look.
Find some sleasy fella
to make all who read hate
his actions yet they thrill
and make our mood satiate.
Locate some wild woman
to join him in the fray.
While stumbling thru life
in her own sloven way.
We read those type novels
to liven up our own thought.
Pretending as we wallow
hoping not to be caught.
Yep, them cheap novels serve
a purpose even still.
Like when I write of lust
and lots of our secret will.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
Lonesome In A Crowd
Though I had a house full
of relatives and friends
something seemed a mist
all day at my wits ends
Oh, there was a joyous time
overeating and telling lies
listening to tales of the year
while nibbling on the pies
I was not really with it
flashed smiles all day long
inside I felt down and low
mulling over you being gone
Felt lonesome even tho
I kept a house full of folk
laughing and enjoying the spirit
often felt as if I would choke
Being lonesome is sad
even with a crowd around
and not even one voice
gave me that familiar sound
I put on my happy face
chatted along with the gang
my my no matter what goes on
missing you is a lonesome thang.
DelCano 2004 November
Though I had a house full
of relatives and friends
something seemed a mist
all day at my wits ends
Oh, there was a joyous time
overeating and telling lies
listening to tales of the year
while nibbling on the pies
I was not really with it
flashed smiles all day long
inside I felt down and low
mulling over you being gone
Felt lonesome even tho
I kept a house full of folk
laughing and enjoying the spirit
often felt as if I would choke
Being lonesome is sad
even with a crowd around
and not even one voice
gave me that familiar sound
I put on my happy face
chatted along with the gang
my my no matter what goes on
missing you is a lonesome thang.
DelCano 2004 November
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
In the Same Spot As My Dream
I found you waiting there
in the same spot as my dream;
in weatherd gown and blush
yet sparkling love supreme.
I whispered to deaf ears
stumbling thru what was.
No better explaination
needing you, just because.
I found you waiting there
in the same spot as my dream.
Nearer to my heart than any
ready to build a new regime.
Seeing answers in your eyes
there's nothing left to be said
knowing now we can start
a brand new lovin thread.
I found you waiting there
in the same spot as my dream.
Yearning for all we missed before
at the doorway of love supreme.
Del Cano 2005 May
She Writes Forever
She writes forever in my heart
touched the fibers of each cell.
As I reached the embers burning
encountered stories I needed to tell.
Difficult words needed forming
so hard to bring up the meaning.
For all I faced in sensitivities
love was my prop for leaning.
She touched many places
had no knowledge was there.
As she beamed her forever eyes
was startled by her loving flair.
Never less than stunning
always encompassing me.
Reaching without effort
waves of a pleasant sea.
I see a satiate fulfilment
always welling my heart
as well a continious flow
of passions gripping tart .
She is forever dessert
once the meal has been served
I stay so swelled in pleasure
beyond what I may deserve.
She writes forever in my heart
a stage of such beautiful prose.
Always on display as my bouquet
of the finest long stemmed rose.
Del Cano 2005 July
She writes forever in my heart
touched the fibers of each cell.
As I reached the embers burning
encountered stories I needed to tell.
Difficult words needed forming
so hard to bring up the meaning.
For all I faced in sensitivities
love was my prop for leaning.
She touched many places
had no knowledge was there.
As she beamed her forever eyes
was startled by her loving flair.
Never less than stunning
always encompassing me.
Reaching without effort
waves of a pleasant sea.
I see a satiate fulfilment
always welling my heart
as well a continious flow
of passions gripping tart .
She is forever dessert
once the meal has been served
I stay so swelled in pleasure
beyond what I may deserve.
She writes forever in my heart
a stage of such beautiful prose.
Always on display as my bouquet
of the finest long stemmed rose.
Del Cano 2005 July
Your Sun Is Shining Thru
I'm on my way to sunshine
to get a peep at you.
Now that the clouds be gone
I know just what to do.
I never knew the sunshine
nor a clear sky so blue
till first we shared love
as the stars shone right thru.
Never knew tenderness
as I learned ways from you
nor the comfort in a touch
that shiver thru and thru
I never knew those thrills
not at the levels I now do.
I am so ever grateful
your sun is shining thru.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
I'm on my way to sunshine
to get a peep at you.
Now that the clouds be gone
I know just what to do.
I never knew the sunshine
nor a clear sky so blue
till first we shared love
as the stars shone right thru.
Never knew tenderness
as I learned ways from you
nor the comfort in a touch
that shiver thru and thru
I never knew those thrills
not at the levels I now do.
I am so ever grateful
your sun is shining thru.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
Monday, November 21, 2005
Certainly I Would
I would like you
no matter what
sharing a mansion
or a simple hut
the way of you
a lovely view
precious
no matter what.
see, I stumbled
on you, my dear
while looking
every place but here
searching every corner
you, a soul warmer
smiling luciously
stabbed and speared
till now I love you
more than can say
no explanations
for devotion this way
in you, a fascination
as much my salvation
in building heavens nest
loving more each day.
would you? you ask
still love me if you spilt
all worldly facts
before love was built?
The answer remains
I certainy would
loving you as strong
as one possibly could
finding you is the best
been favorably blessed
you ask, "could you"
answer, certainly I would.
Del Cano 2005 Aug
I would like you
no matter what
sharing a mansion
or a simple hut
the way of you
a lovely view
precious
no matter what.
see, I stumbled
on you, my dear
while looking
every place but here
searching every corner
you, a soul warmer
smiling luciously
stabbed and speared
till now I love you
more than can say
no explanations
for devotion this way
in you, a fascination
as much my salvation
in building heavens nest
loving more each day.
would you? you ask
still love me if you spilt
all worldly facts
before love was built?
The answer remains
I certainy would
loving you as strong
as one possibly could
finding you is the best
been favorably blessed
you ask, "could you"
answer, certainly I would.
Del Cano 2005 Aug
I Wanna Make Love Country Style
I got to go back down South
if but just for a little while
I wanna make love again
in that ole country style.
I wanna make love
out in the field
near a bale of hay
the only shield
in the heat of the day
Oh, I wanna make love
down by the stream
water singing the blues
as the wind whistles a tune
sailing on our country cruise
I wanna make love
so I can see the stars
out under the trees
where lady moon
is peeping thru the leaves
Oh, my, my, I wanna make love
with that ole country gal
take off them seeing glasses
so I can hold her real close
taste them lips, pure malasses
I gotta go back down South
sometime soon fo I die
so I can make love wild and free
out under that open sky
I wanna make love in the country
see the birds slip for a while
hear the rustling reeds
while making love country style.
Del Cano 2005 Aug
I got to go back down South
if but just for a little while
I wanna make love again
in that ole country style.
I wanna make love
out in the field
near a bale of hay
the only shield
in the heat of the day
Oh, I wanna make love
down by the stream
water singing the blues
as the wind whistles a tune
sailing on our country cruise
I wanna make love
so I can see the stars
out under the trees
where lady moon
is peeping thru the leaves
Oh, my, my, I wanna make love
with that ole country gal
take off them seeing glasses
so I can hold her real close
taste them lips, pure malasses
I gotta go back down South
sometime soon fo I die
so I can make love wild and free
out under that open sky
I wanna make love in the country
see the birds slip for a while
hear the rustling reeds
while making love country style.
Del Cano 2005 Aug
Caught Heaven In My Net
Maybe
when I am so old
and feeble
and have trouble
holding a pen
or punching keys
on a PC
I'll consider
publishing.
Till then
just let me sit
in my jon boat
on the river or a lake
and while fishing
and looking at nature
I'll see
and write poetry
and drop dead
in my poetic haven.
Got to be
on the waters
one of the most
sensual of places.
Got to have it surround me.
Its like being hugged by God
as well as nature.
The soft hum of the waters
stirs my soul
brings a peace
no other place can do;
the rustling of the trees
and the swaying grass
spark up a tune
no orchestra can play
and not the sweetest
of a soprano voice
can mimic the songs
of the waters.
Even if I catch
not one fish
I caught heaven
in my net.
I breathe a sigh
of soft surrender
and thru all the hell
life puts us thru
it renews my spirit
and lifts me
to a joyful level
I have yet to find....
elsewhere.
Del Cano 2005 March
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Poets Speak of Love
We speak of magic moments
of love with deep devotion
and always there's a battle
to reach the limits of emotion.
The reader just has to feel
every pulse of our pain
as we tell our lovers lie:
we'll not go that way again.
We speak of rainbow colors
as we beam our rays of love
and to show how deep it is
we point at the skies above.
Stars are but a blink away;
rivers are filled with dew.
To show the strength of it
we'll move a mountain or two.
We speak so clearly of dreams
like cameras from our eyes
and the photos which develop
are so easy to visualize.
None other but we
could recall such dreams
as to make a wish be true
or life bigger than it seems.
We speak of tears and fears
days and years, luck and bust.
Romance and tragedy visits
even upon the best of us.
As poets, we speak of love
but show only tiny parts
of what lingers in our souls
and deep within our hearts.
There's always feelings left
we have yet to express
but being poets who know it
we create amongst the best.
Little else comes even close or
that fits like a hand in a glove
not much can satisfy the psyche
as when "Poets Speak of Love".
Del Cano 2003
Frozen Emotions
In our fragil ponderings
we oft get carried away.
Candid emotions spill
checking not what we say.
With all do selfish dreams
awakened by the slightest touch.
Shadowing all our senses
from what we've craved so much.
Bursting at the seams
swelling like an infected sore.
Our time hidden emotions
begging feverishly for more.
At some point we face
the carnage left in the road.
Not even our fulfillment
can carry such a load.
Then we recoil again
afraid to ever roll the dice.
We freeze those emotions
back into a block of ice.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
In our fragil ponderings
we oft get carried away.
Candid emotions spill
checking not what we say.
With all do selfish dreams
awakened by the slightest touch.
Shadowing all our senses
from what we've craved so much.
Bursting at the seams
swelling like an infected sore.
Our time hidden emotions
begging feverishly for more.
At some point we face
the carnage left in the road.
Not even our fulfillment
can carry such a load.
Then we recoil again
afraid to ever roll the dice.
We freeze those emotions
back into a block of ice.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Knowing You Are Near
Can't help but shudder with the thrill
of thoughts dancing in the night.
Now knowing I'm not alone in the dark
my secrets can shine out bright.
Search your soul to know my yearns
so easily can be pulled from your spark.
Softly like a fall morning dew spread
your spirit adds light to my dark.
Hover on as close as you dare
you can easily hear my heart's call.
As no less a tender turn be felt
from shadow brushes on the wall.
As far as the miles between us
nothing of it can be more clear.
As my stroking soul reaches out
in the knowledge you are near.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
Can't help but shudder with the thrill
of thoughts dancing in the night.
Now knowing I'm not alone in the dark
my secrets can shine out bright.
Search your soul to know my yearns
so easily can be pulled from your spark.
Softly like a fall morning dew spread
your spirit adds light to my dark.
Hover on as close as you dare
you can easily hear my heart's call.
As no less a tender turn be felt
from shadow brushes on the wall.
As far as the miles between us
nothing of it can be more clear.
As my stroking soul reaches out
in the knowledge you are near.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
The Delta Moans
Collard greens
smoked neck bones
a common thread
for Delta's moans.
Rivers flowing south
depositing silt
brings with it traditions
that do not wilt.
Sweet potato pies
buttered cornbread
grandma's legacy
stuck in my head.
All the way from slavery
way past Jim Crow
keeping traditions
won't let them go.
Southern fried catfish
smothered chicken delight
cooked in a cast iron skillet
heating just right.
Blackeyed peas
hamhocks afloat
allows the Delta
to keep its bloat.
Shanti shacks
hold back the rain
storms come and go
then return again.
Not much to save
not a lot can we use
the Delta is definately
home to the blues.
Now every tradition
heard in Delta's moans
causes me to think
my grandma groans.
Del Cano 2005 Oct
Collard greens
smoked neck bones
a common thread
for Delta's moans.
Rivers flowing south
depositing silt
brings with it traditions
that do not wilt.
Sweet potato pies
buttered cornbread
grandma's legacy
stuck in my head.
All the way from slavery
way past Jim Crow
keeping traditions
won't let them go.
Southern fried catfish
smothered chicken delight
cooked in a cast iron skillet
heating just right.
Blackeyed peas
hamhocks afloat
allows the Delta
to keep its bloat.
Shanti shacks
hold back the rain
storms come and go
then return again.
Not much to save
not a lot can we use
the Delta is definately
home to the blues.
Now every tradition
heard in Delta's moans
causes me to think
my grandma groans.
Del Cano 2005 Oct
No Saddle to Mount
Damn, you mean I wasn't alone
in that humdrum of lonely count
sleep kept fading in and out
with no saddle I could mount.
Riot of thoughts and recalls
now including you in the fray
stirrings spreading all over
more and more each day.
Sleep is kinfolk, a relative
to the prolificness of writes.
Not wishing to give in, even
in the wee hours of nights.
Like chiffon curtains,
a scarf drug cross my face
sleep dangles and teases
like soft silk and lace.
At 4:00 in the morning
that time stamp of knowing
that night has slipped away
daybreak soon will be blowing.
I go to my PC in hopes
I'll find words from you.
As yet to be disappointed
you are now pulling me thru.
Least now I can relish in
knowing I am not totally alone.
Your head on another pillow
counting in our sleepless drone.
Your words, so soothing
such a calming soft cache.
And always so touching
as you ease me thru the day.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
Damn, you mean I wasn't alone
in that humdrum of lonely count
sleep kept fading in and out
with no saddle I could mount.
Riot of thoughts and recalls
now including you in the fray
stirrings spreading all over
more and more each day.
Sleep is kinfolk, a relative
to the prolificness of writes.
Not wishing to give in, even
in the wee hours of nights.
Like chiffon curtains,
a scarf drug cross my face
sleep dangles and teases
like soft silk and lace.
At 4:00 in the morning
that time stamp of knowing
that night has slipped away
daybreak soon will be blowing.
I go to my PC in hopes
I'll find words from you.
As yet to be disappointed
you are now pulling me thru.
Least now I can relish in
knowing I am not totally alone.
Your head on another pillow
counting in our sleepless drone.
Your words, so soothing
such a calming soft cache.
And always so touching
as you ease me thru the day.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
I Can Love You Like This
The feast of love never fails
to satiate the most inner parts.
To love like this is
the fulfillment of precious dreams
and thy wildest imagination's delight.
O, for a lark and thy love,
let me soar to the heavens and
select the most delicate flowers
to form a bouquet.
Or to the deepest ocean
to recover the shimmering glimmer
from a single drop of water.
Might I learn a new step
to twirl and dance as I too know
"I Can Love You Like This,
If given half a chance".
Del Cano 2004
The feast of love never fails
to satiate the most inner parts.
To love like this is
the fulfillment of precious dreams
and thy wildest imagination's delight.
O, for a lark and thy love,
let me soar to the heavens and
select the most delicate flowers
to form a bouquet.
Or to the deepest ocean
to recover the shimmering glimmer
from a single drop of water.
Might I learn a new step
to twirl and dance as I too know
"I Can Love You Like This,
If given half a chance".
Del Cano 2004
Love You Bigger Than This
What can I say to make it stronger
to make you see the depth of my feeling?
To make you, without a doubt, recognize
how you keep my heart and mind reeling.
Knowing I love you is simple and easy
but wanting you to feel just how much
you have wrapped and packaged me
in the firmness of your loving clutch.
Shall I compare it to the flow of a river
or perhaps the height of a mighty mountain?
Could tell you its much like the breadth of the sea
or Niagra Falls, a continious flowing fountain.
Might I show you by sailing high in the sky
where many birds can't reach quite there;
the stars drift from places we feel are around
yet, we are not sure if that point actually has air.
Should I walk the line around this world
and touch each heavenly created shore
and if that doesn't do enough for you to know
I can be magical and do a whole lot more.
I need you to know just how deep my love is
and how powerfully our love puts me in bliss.
There is nothing I can think of I won't do
cause my love for you is really bigger than this.
Wow, I love me some you.
Del Cano 2005 April
What can I say to make it stronger
to make you see the depth of my feeling?
To make you, without a doubt, recognize
how you keep my heart and mind reeling.
Knowing I love you is simple and easy
but wanting you to feel just how much
you have wrapped and packaged me
in the firmness of your loving clutch.
Shall I compare it to the flow of a river
or perhaps the height of a mighty mountain?
Could tell you its much like the breadth of the sea
or Niagra Falls, a continious flowing fountain.
Might I show you by sailing high in the sky
where many birds can't reach quite there;
the stars drift from places we feel are around
yet, we are not sure if that point actually has air.
Should I walk the line around this world
and touch each heavenly created shore
and if that doesn't do enough for you to know
I can be magical and do a whole lot more.
I need you to know just how deep my love is
and how powerfully our love puts me in bliss.
There is nothing I can think of I won't do
cause my love for you is really bigger than this.
Wow, I love me some you.
Del Cano 2005 April
Morning Jolt
Morning light finds me
stumbling to start the brew
to jolt the senses awake
the same way it does you.
Lifting my huge mug
to taste the first of light.
Slurp, taking a chug
ready to face the day's might.
These few precious moments
are mine to cherished each day
before the news media
can start ruination of my day.
Let's leave Iraq in the paper
starting with another headline
Bass Pro Shop has a sale
on rods, reels and fishing line.
Oops, a dribble down my lips
Ginger nudges for food in her dish
the cats are a meowing duet but
my mind is locked on the fish.
Just one refill before starting off
getting emerged too deep in the fray.
Can't possibly get going without coffee
to bring on my electric jolt each day.
Del Cano 2005 March
Soaring Love
You hath spun my heart into orbit
unmercifully satiated enchantment;
touched with flavor of the ripest of berries,
encased my soul in the richness of
indescribable rhythmic flutters
to birth ever expanding love.
My wildest imagined forays
could never have reached
the depths of affection
you so readily cloak me with.
You, are the dream I dared not reach to;
ecstasy written time and time again
whilst deaf to all but your symphonies of love.
Readily, I go down on my knees
tasting of exotic fruits and so ever,
ever such a delight to find. And
whilst there, shout out your praises
and beg that this be not a mirage,
an incorrect dream, a horrible trick
played on me.
Down on my knees
I shout out in praise and pray I shall
never awaken if this be but a haze.
Let me forever dream! Luscious dreams,
ling’ ring only of you!
Never known passion so vivid,
desire as bursty with flames
as when you are near
and kisses laden with the
sweetest of honey, dripping of more.
You raise the volume of breath,
deny negative vibrations entrance;
levitate my spirit to a dangling
suspended on-going enchantment.
O love, thy body of small stature,
keenly tuned to my world, my breast;
author of songs my soul sings joyfully
of thy dominant presence in that river
of love ever flooding beyond their banks.
You and only you, creator of my serenity,
raised the bar of sensitivity
to soaring heights.
May I dare wonder,
might heaven be less than this.
Del Cano 2004
You hath spun my heart into orbit
unmercifully satiated enchantment;
touched with flavor of the ripest of berries,
encased my soul in the richness of
indescribable rhythmic flutters
to birth ever expanding love.
My wildest imagined forays
could never have reached
the depths of affection
you so readily cloak me with.
You, are the dream I dared not reach to;
ecstasy written time and time again
whilst deaf to all but your symphonies of love.
Readily, I go down on my knees
tasting of exotic fruits and so ever,
ever such a delight to find. And
whilst there, shout out your praises
and beg that this be not a mirage,
an incorrect dream, a horrible trick
played on me.
Down on my knees
I shout out in praise and pray I shall
never awaken if this be but a haze.
Let me forever dream! Luscious dreams,
ling’ ring only of you!
Never known passion so vivid,
desire as bursty with flames
as when you are near
and kisses laden with the
sweetest of honey, dripping of more.
You raise the volume of breath,
deny negative vibrations entrance;
levitate my spirit to a dangling
suspended on-going enchantment.
O love, thy body of small stature,
keenly tuned to my world, my breast;
author of songs my soul sings joyfully
of thy dominant presence in that river
of love ever flooding beyond their banks.
You and only you, creator of my serenity,
raised the bar of sensitivity
to soaring heights.
May I dare wonder,
might heaven be less than this.
Del Cano 2004
Friday, November 18, 2005
Ripples In The Rug
This ache only lingers.
Knowing it won't dissappear
hope it settles to numbness
but my doubts make me fear.
So difficult to find clarity
when ears are plugged
to other's struggling voice
when there's a ripple in the rug.
Duty bound to respond
to outbursts of creeping pain.
When a constant declaration
tells one of the coming rain.
Each infraction imagined
creates more than a crack
when the coupling of a team
shows such constant lack.
Stuck on stupid must be
intelligence big waste.
Philosophizing acceptance
to the flavor of your own taste.
Of course we all will stumble
when debris presents a tug.
The trash of doubt trips us
when there's a ripple in the rug.
This ache still lingers
like a scratch not healed
cause the juice of an orange
irritates when its pealed.
Constant struggling
always defending truth
finding her forever acting
like a high paid sleuth.
Doubts seem to me
the crushing blow of love.
Never allowing ease of order
but always a painful shove.
Lovers who wish to share
can't hold on to dubious ways.
Expectations flounder
and adds to the pain of days.
As this lurching ache
hangs on like a disgusting hug
reality tells me, its over, cause
there's too many ripples in the rug.
Del Cano 2005 July
This ache only lingers.
Knowing it won't dissappear
hope it settles to numbness
but my doubts make me fear.
So difficult to find clarity
when ears are plugged
to other's struggling voice
when there's a ripple in the rug.
Duty bound to respond
to outbursts of creeping pain.
When a constant declaration
tells one of the coming rain.
Each infraction imagined
creates more than a crack
when the coupling of a team
shows such constant lack.
Stuck on stupid must be
intelligence big waste.
Philosophizing acceptance
to the flavor of your own taste.
Of course we all will stumble
when debris presents a tug.
The trash of doubt trips us
when there's a ripple in the rug.
This ache still lingers
like a scratch not healed
cause the juice of an orange
irritates when its pealed.
Constant struggling
always defending truth
finding her forever acting
like a high paid sleuth.
Doubts seem to me
the crushing blow of love.
Never allowing ease of order
but always a painful shove.
Lovers who wish to share
can't hold on to dubious ways.
Expectations flounder
and adds to the pain of days.
As this lurching ache
hangs on like a disgusting hug
reality tells me, its over, cause
there's too many ripples in the rug.
Del Cano 2005 July
You Love Me With Your Eyes
You love me with your eyes
and reach the deepest well.
The slightest of a moment
may birth a new love cell.
You touch me with your eyes
ravishing my senses anew
not allowing a relaxed void
I treasure the radiance of you.
You warm me with your eyes
and glow a luscious hue.
My kaleidoscope of feelings
erupts for the world to view.
You coat me with your love
like soft rain from the skies
making me beam and shine
as you love me with your eyes.
Del Cano 2004
You love me with your eyes
and reach the deepest well.
The slightest of a moment
may birth a new love cell.
You touch me with your eyes
ravishing my senses anew
not allowing a relaxed void
I treasure the radiance of you.
You warm me with your eyes
and glow a luscious hue.
My kaleidoscope of feelings
erupts for the world to view.
You coat me with your love
like soft rain from the skies
making me beam and shine
as you love me with your eyes.
Del Cano 2004
Which Is Madness Anyway
But, did you not see
the shadow at your shoulder?
Have you no recall
of my promise to be there,
to assist you in times of trouble?
Has thou heart been so heavy
you lost a wing? Oh, to fly again
and breathe the scents of the heavens
whilst a whisper of the breeze
featherly, and caress they breast.
As the the blossoms of Spring
burst its' marvelous array
to soothe thy soul.
Like the forsythia, painting
its annual yellow cloud burst;
Speaking only a language of comfort.
Have thou wings forgotten
how to lift thee back into
the "canopy of the evening"?
O dear, I pray thou has not succumbed
to the travesty, in a world
seeming crazy by repetition
Which is madness anyway!
Del Cano 2004
But, did you not see
the shadow at your shoulder?
Have you no recall
of my promise to be there,
to assist you in times of trouble?
Has thou heart been so heavy
you lost a wing? Oh, to fly again
and breathe the scents of the heavens
whilst a whisper of the breeze
featherly, and caress they breast.
As the the blossoms of Spring
burst its' marvelous array
to soothe thy soul.
Like the forsythia, painting
its annual yellow cloud burst;
Speaking only a language of comfort.
Have thou wings forgotten
how to lift thee back into
the "canopy of the evening"?
O dear, I pray thou has not succumbed
to the travesty, in a world
seeming crazy by repetition
Which is madness anyway!
Del Cano 2004
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