The walls seem to close in
squeezing my breath away
Mornings, tho pleasant
are a mark of another day.
So many demons loom
treacherously jabbing
Piercing my soul
as if they were stabbing.
Day after day they come
each with a different goal
All have their special traits
they play a painful role.
As I turn away from one
another jumps in my face
charging directly at me
as if there was a race.
The walls seem menacing
a giant slow moving vise.
Inching steadily closer
freezing my soul like ice.
Tho I might make it out the door
there are responsibilities afoot.
I can't abandon the demons nor walls
they are part of this painful root.
Never thought life was fair
nor believed it ever to be
yet, I can't seem to get past
these troubles attacking me.
A continuous flow of venom
a part of my daily mental bread.
Struggling never eases
while these walls squeeze my head.
Del Cano 2006 October
Friday, May 18, 2007
A Chance Meeting
A chance meeting from time to time
on your way with him someplace.
Nothing more than a look or sly grin
to others, a blank look on your face.
I read every line and each arch
now months later, it seems
thru his stroke of bad luck
you're now star of my dreams.
A chance encounter moved
us both to center stage
finding an underlying lust
with passion all the rage.
An accidental bump, a touch
sent waves thru and thru.
As I found we shared the want
yes, the likes of me and you.
Simply watching you reach
or stoop to grab a brush.
Felt the pangs of desire
a maddening sort of rush.
Not long later our eyes met
to a longing stare and look.
Those same glances and arch
I read you like a book.
Low guttural moaning sounds
seemed to drip from your lip.
As I went about my tasks
making sure a glance would slip.
Each met with a steady eye
a real come on if I ever knew.
Yet, I tried to keep a distance
some space 'tween me and you.
All just a waste of time
the effort was for naught.
Couldn't hold back from the bait
that passion we had wrought.
I see promise in each glance
a chance meeting at some time.
Till then I'll be the words we studder
and you, dear, can be the rhyme.
Del Cano 2006 August
on your way with him someplace.
Nothing more than a look or sly grin
to others, a blank look on your face.
I read every line and each arch
now months later, it seems
thru his stroke of bad luck
you're now star of my dreams.
A chance encounter moved
us both to center stage
finding an underlying lust
with passion all the rage.
An accidental bump, a touch
sent waves thru and thru.
As I found we shared the want
yes, the likes of me and you.
Simply watching you reach
or stoop to grab a brush.
Felt the pangs of desire
a maddening sort of rush.
Not long later our eyes met
to a longing stare and look.
Those same glances and arch
I read you like a book.
Low guttural moaning sounds
seemed to drip from your lip.
As I went about my tasks
making sure a glance would slip.
Each met with a steady eye
a real come on if I ever knew.
Yet, I tried to keep a distance
some space 'tween me and you.
All just a waste of time
the effort was for naught.
Couldn't hold back from the bait
that passion we had wrought.
I see promise in each glance
a chance meeting at some time.
Till then I'll be the words we studder
and you, dear, can be the rhyme.
Del Cano 2006 August
A Breath Away
You owe me no apology
for not being able to be there
I appeased my lustful need
with lingering scents of your hair.
you owe me no explanation
for your tardiness today
remember, you are never
more than a breath away.
A sigh of contentment
hovers with your song
Jasmine and roses fluttering
help to bring you along.
No apologies needed, my sweet
each stolen moment a dance.
Forbidden fruit, a hefty taste
slurping in a tart of romance.
A sigh of passionate vision
tantalizing to the yearning soul.
Such a sparse price to pay
for those moments we stole.
No apologies needed
for missing the tryst affair.
Only need a breath
to bring you right there.
Enhaling the memories
the times we shared, indeed.
The growth of our passion
spread like a growing weed.
Never offer up a sorry
no need on any day.
I lift my head in pleasure
to find you a breath away.
Del Cano 2006 May
A tribute to a deeper connection.
for not being able to be there
I appeased my lustful need
with lingering scents of your hair.
you owe me no explanation
for your tardiness today
remember, you are never
more than a breath away.
A sigh of contentment
hovers with your song
Jasmine and roses fluttering
help to bring you along.
No apologies needed, my sweet
each stolen moment a dance.
Forbidden fruit, a hefty taste
slurping in a tart of romance.
A sigh of passionate vision
tantalizing to the yearning soul.
Such a sparse price to pay
for those moments we stole.
No apologies needed
for missing the tryst affair.
Only need a breath
to bring you right there.
Enhaling the memories
the times we shared, indeed.
The growth of our passion
spread like a growing weed.
Never offer up a sorry
no need on any day.
I lift my head in pleasure
to find you a breath away.
Del Cano 2006 May
A tribute to a deeper connection.
Saturday Night Fish Fry
When I realized the number of fish
I had caught then stashed in bags
I hadn't noticed my clothes deteriorating
seemed to be turning into rags.
Been so busy baiting hooks
and catching so many fish.
Didn't take time to think
this would make a hellava dish.
Mid afternoon was coming on fast
thoughts of cleaning those not too good.
so I gave a call to a friend near home
someone who lived in my neighborhood.
Told her the problem, she laughed
saying I was the apple of her eye.
Told me not to worry at all
we'll have a Saturday night fish fry.
I gave it not a thought more
packed my gear and drove home.
The idea of cleaning all those fish
simply made my tired soul to moan.
Pulled in the yard to a wild sight
barely got out greetings, "hi yaw'll"
They were all smiling saying can't wait
we bout to have us a ball.
Tables laid out with knives
fish fryers ready with grease hot.
They crowded round the van
to see all the fish I got.
Before I knew it the commotion went
scales flying with filet knifes at work.
Hands readying the fresh fish
as I watched with a sly smirk.
Didn't take long for the eating to start
someone handing me a plate saying eat.
Crunching on that fish, hmmm good
taste just could not be beat.
Music started to attract others
some showed up with more food.
My yard, like a small park
filled with the neighborhood brood.
Folks laughing and eating up a storm
talking bout all that fish they cooked.
Toasting me for the catches of the day
cameras snapping for picture book.
Darkness fell on us before we knew
yard starting looking like a pig sty.
But we all had one real ball
at Spencer's Saturday night fish fry.
Del Cano 2007 May
I had caught then stashed in bags
I hadn't noticed my clothes deteriorating
seemed to be turning into rags.
Been so busy baiting hooks
and catching so many fish.
Didn't take time to think
this would make a hellava dish.
Mid afternoon was coming on fast
thoughts of cleaning those not too good.
so I gave a call to a friend near home
someone who lived in my neighborhood.
Told her the problem, she laughed
saying I was the apple of her eye.
Told me not to worry at all
we'll have a Saturday night fish fry.
I gave it not a thought more
packed my gear and drove home.
The idea of cleaning all those fish
simply made my tired soul to moan.
Pulled in the yard to a wild sight
barely got out greetings, "hi yaw'll"
They were all smiling saying can't wait
we bout to have us a ball.
Tables laid out with knives
fish fryers ready with grease hot.
They crowded round the van
to see all the fish I got.
Before I knew it the commotion went
scales flying with filet knifes at work.
Hands readying the fresh fish
as I watched with a sly smirk.
Didn't take long for the eating to start
someone handing me a plate saying eat.
Crunching on that fish, hmmm good
taste just could not be beat.
Music started to attract others
some showed up with more food.
My yard, like a small park
filled with the neighborhood brood.
Folks laughing and eating up a storm
talking bout all that fish they cooked.
Toasting me for the catches of the day
cameras snapping for picture book.
Darkness fell on us before we knew
yard starting looking like a pig sty.
But we all had one real ball
at Spencer's Saturday night fish fry.
Del Cano 2007 May
Our Own Song
Like an old blues tune
we just keep hanging on
Thru all the crevices life opened
still singing our own song.
The base guitar at its low string
growling a deep moanful sound.
Hand in hand leaning for support
when so many are not around.
The lead guitar strikes a shrill
livens up the music's fray.
Shadows, dark and lonely
of friends who've faded away.
We might be a bit worn
grey, the lead color of the crown.
Like those old blues songs
we're still hanging round.
Old standards which got us started
now a distance lanquished thought.
Gotta keep them in our souls
none else to replace what they brought.
The years have been good and bad
many precious situations to savor.
We've matured together
and you've kept my favorite flavor.
Like an old blues tune
scratched and wobbling on its own.
We just keep hanging on
to the tune of our own song.
Del Cano 2007 May
You Made It All the Way
You, a fully grown woman
been stuck in a levitating hole.
Living life as if it were a game
with you the hidden mole.
So many painful actions
pushed you below your self.
As if you had stored your soul
placed it at the back of the shelf.
Too many thoughtless actions
drove you away from who you are.
Reactions riddled with shame
not allowing you to reach up to par.
You blindly stepped away from you
the woman you ought to be.
Proud, lovely and progressive
the woman I fought to see.
Thru that heartless facade
you put up for all others to see.
Easy to fool the rest of the world
but no way you could fool me.
I saw thru your pain and anger
the struggles you stumbled thru.
So often you didn't know yourself
I was able to see a different you.
You carried too much baggage
I called it trash dragging the ground.
Sometimes you were buried so deep
had to look hard so you could be found.
Something had died inside you
you lost the real way you had been
or perhaps it was loosing yourself
letting your soul fall off into sin.
I think you craved love and honesty
not just someone to be used.
It was too common place for you
to be mislead and abused.
I must have confused you
in the early times we shared.
When I looked and saw in you
a woman who could not be spared.
Whatever that magic you tried to hide
still showed its light to me.
I stepped out on faith for you
whatever, if anything, we were to be.
I saw the woman you were not
at least not at the very start.
But before long your light shined
broke right on thru to my heart.
I rode the roller coaster you drove
every up and down hillside crest.
Thru creative tales and even lies
I pretended to ignore the rest.
Sometimes you seemed ready
to give that old life the boot
but held onto it with a firm grip
as if it were some expensive loot.
Not till after your illness
did you seem to give it up in a big way.
Slowly I saw you seemingly enlightened
with each morning a brand new day.
Even thru the trying times
could see you growing back alive.
Becoming that woman I new you were
before your life took its dive.
I tried so hard to help steer you
to a better person I knew you to be.
A woman full of life craving success
that very special lady to me.
Now I'm feeling so full inside
thankful you made it all the way.
A few scratches here and there
now you can see a better day.
Del Cano 2007 May
been stuck in a levitating hole.
Living life as if it were a game
with you the hidden mole.
So many painful actions
pushed you below your self.
As if you had stored your soul
placed it at the back of the shelf.
Too many thoughtless actions
drove you away from who you are.
Reactions riddled with shame
not allowing you to reach up to par.
You blindly stepped away from you
the woman you ought to be.
Proud, lovely and progressive
the woman I fought to see.
Thru that heartless facade
you put up for all others to see.
Easy to fool the rest of the world
but no way you could fool me.
I saw thru your pain and anger
the struggles you stumbled thru.
So often you didn't know yourself
I was able to see a different you.
You carried too much baggage
I called it trash dragging the ground.
Sometimes you were buried so deep
had to look hard so you could be found.
Something had died inside you
you lost the real way you had been
or perhaps it was loosing yourself
letting your soul fall off into sin.
I think you craved love and honesty
not just someone to be used.
It was too common place for you
to be mislead and abused.
I must have confused you
in the early times we shared.
When I looked and saw in you
a woman who could not be spared.
Whatever that magic you tried to hide
still showed its light to me.
I stepped out on faith for you
whatever, if anything, we were to be.
I saw the woman you were not
at least not at the very start.
But before long your light shined
broke right on thru to my heart.
I rode the roller coaster you drove
every up and down hillside crest.
Thru creative tales and even lies
I pretended to ignore the rest.
Sometimes you seemed ready
to give that old life the boot
but held onto it with a firm grip
as if it were some expensive loot.
Not till after your illness
did you seem to give it up in a big way.
Slowly I saw you seemingly enlightened
with each morning a brand new day.
Even thru the trying times
could see you growing back alive.
Becoming that woman I new you were
before your life took its dive.
I tried so hard to help steer you
to a better person I knew you to be.
A woman full of life craving success
that very special lady to me.
Now I'm feeling so full inside
thankful you made it all the way.
A few scratches here and there
now you can see a better day.
Del Cano 2007 May
Ignorance On Steroids
Ignorance must be on steroids
while our rights seem to be slipping.
Appears that rights of working stiffs
been given to Medicare for the tipping.
Thugs from government agencies
are reducing Medicare and Medicaid.
The environmental agencies have fallen
have lost or given up the steps we'd made.
Ignorance must be on steroids
the common man is mute before this attack.
Is it because he can't see all this corruption
or see his rights going and not coming back.
Congress is on a free fall
stumbling over changes we demand.
The president is oblivious to the public
holding our futures in his hands.
I see ignorance rising daily
giving excuses for all this crap.
Too few have the desire to speak out
as if their souls have taken a nap.
Gasoline prices thru the roof
our water now more contaminated.
Layers and layers of lies out front
explanations seem to be laminated.
Cost of everything on the rise
paychecks dangling in place.
Rich folks getting even more rich
the gap has gotten to be a disgrace.
Ignorance must be on steroids
as we accept far too many excuses.
Gotten to the place normalcy
is just regularly exercised abuses.
Must be something in the food
ingredients we gotta try to avoid.
If not things will remain the same
with ignorance being on steroids.
Del Cano 2007 May
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