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