Love Is My Favorite Part

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

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

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

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

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

{{{{{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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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