Will You Recognize Me

Our spirits have shared a branch
massaged each other to admitting
that souls do meet in the air of prose
if we allow for a total submitting.

I have no doubt the treasure found
it rose through clouds of infinity
But, when our bodies emerge for real
I wonder will you recognize me.

Will you see the lines of experience
at the time when first you do stare
when I reach out to shake your hand
will you say, "that's him, I declare."

Will you be prepared to accept
that hug of knowing embrace
tho our spirits have danced for ages
will you recognize my face.

Will you know it's I who stands
right before you like no other
Of course our spirits shall rise up
and you'll see me in true living color.

Del Cano 2007 December

 

Tags: Meeting for the first time, from spirit to reality

Come, Read My Soul

Come, come read my soul
dive deep within to reach
thoughts once buried
now blossom out to teach.

Join with me to speak
let the words in which knock
on the door of your mind
that's been hard as a rock.

Unfrown your face
allow pleasures to creep.
Stop being so angry
passions need to seep.

Be free enough to read me
let the words drip on your heart.
Maybe even enlighten your soul
and peace get a new start.

Come, come join with me
lets take a ride up in the air
let the breeze tingle all over
the wind blow through your hair.

Be brave, take my hand
don't ever be afraid to fly.
Exposing your senses fully
can lift you up to the sky.

Come now, read my heart
open wide your hidden soul
and you might just discover
love is as good as gold.

Del Cano 2007 December
 

Stepping Outside Myself

Think I stepped beyond myself

then saw what I had heard

that often when I am writing

whispers pass like a flying bird.

 

In my full consciousness

no total detail of being aware 

but oh, when outside myself

find surprises I do declare.

 

How can one not feel

when the soul takes a look

then sends emotions scattering

like answers in a crossword book.

 

I can't but admit a quagmire

when taking a life's view

like peeping from a hiding place

then hesitate what next to do.

 

One of the surprises I find

is how I might strut along

thinking I have it in control

singing a favorite love song.

 

Might there be a lie I live

when my conscious mind misses 

emotions like other's may have

like passionate wayward kisses.  

 

Yet, must consider the circumstance

after all I do believe I'm still a man

and whether in or out of awareness

going to take a look when I can.

 

Maybe we can look another way

might be better in how we see.

When I am outside myself

I can say, that's not really me.

 

Del Cano 2007 December

 

 

 

 

 

Missing Part of Me

At times I find myself confused
in how I should address you.
Thinking of you as Raven
causes emotions to come due.

Then Sequel pops in mind
and scatters the neurons plight.
Yet, the images so created
are always such a delight.

Liz is the basis for so much
in stirring that haunting pot.
Her images so realistic, exploding
as if each had been a shot.

She dangles from one testing place
in striving to reach a certain plateau
but spiritual emotions grab her again
setting her soul back on the go.

I see her wide loving arms, spread
reaching beyond where she's been.
That mental conundrum driving
right on the edge some may call sin.

Fret not, dear lady, just be
stay Raven, Sequel and of course Liz
and continue your reaching
for not another soul but you IS.

Mere words get tangled at times
not sure where the sentence lies.
For all structures are connected
when souls meet eye to eyes.

Think I'll simply address you
as a missing part of me.
Searching, seeking, learning
sharing as long as we can be.

Del Cano 2007 December

 

 

 

Sobriety Never Shows

Sobriety can be startling
without the haze of protection
when lovers refuse to face each other
no way to grasp the reflection.

Hiding behind a drunken cloak
or tenseness of a forced smile
each has their own way to deal
when lust appears for awhile.

Tension helps the building
of passion's haunting brew.
Till each has shared the release
of erotica a time or two.

Shall I claim a difference
needing to experiencing the prize?
I've just got to face its reality
making me look into her eyes.

Between imagination's touch
and wrestling with reality's swoon
I find the where with all to make
and sail towards Lady Moon.

My sobriety never shows
in each tender moment's glare.
For the drunkeness fills me
when she touches anywhere.

Too precious to miss a scene
while fingers probe and touch
Just got to see what is happening
when I am craving her so much.

Del Cano 2007 November

In Waiting

Inspired by Sequel Nest's Full Moon Rest

Like the Wolf listlessly waiting
pacing back and forth in a path.
His patience wearing quite thin
as others quicken his wrath.

He bays at the full moon
knowing of its daunting power.
Drooling from the lessons taught
she, appeared at the appointed hour.

Teeth drawn forward in a rage
passions view stirring the pot.
Recollections of the shadowy image
makes him shun the other lot.

Pacing in his lustful tender
an occasional moon peep.
The still darkened sky mocks him
for the recall he impatiently seeks.

A low moan breaks the silence
so familiar that pleasant tune.
She has awakened temporarily
from her rest from the full moon.

Strokes of images massage him
fulfilling the yearnings of his soul.
For oh, so long the feelings held
not once ever growing old.

Wolf continues pacing
yet, with a more pleasant hue.
Body reflecting passionate thoughts
looking forward to a visit from you.

Del Cano 2007 November

Center Of the Garden

In the center of the garden
stood a beautiful snowball tree.
It conducted all the flowers
when it had been pruned by Me.

She asked that I return
to clip, rearrange the bouquet-
and pluck the weeds which might creep
to our rose bed one day.

The violets made a band
of purple trumpets sound.
The tulips were the orchestra
in the pit - down on the ground.

I knew the storm would come
when mums would sway or bend.
I felt there'd be no better time
to guard them from the wind.

Then I dashed home only to find
why I ought to come back soon.
For the message did resound
throughout every empty room.

When I entered the Garden
not one note was played for me.
I found to my chagrin --- Someone Else
had pruned my snowball tree!!!

Del Cano 1976 May

 

Sun Dress

As I stood and watched her in that sun dress
I begged that the wind would lightly blow.
That mother nature would open her arms
and let me see what I wanted to know.

Lady, with that light blended cotton
resting on the curves of her form
I could not resist seeing her up close
rapped tightly in my loving arms.

Oh, that sun dress showed a mighty
sweet look clinging to her flesh
forcing my eyes to see thru
as if the material was made of mesh.

Her movements, like a doe
sleek, yet full of all I could need.
Blow wind, blow, let me see it cling
touching softly all over as I plead.

Breath gets caught up in the aura
watching every monumental move.
The hem bouncing a swish side to side
coupling me in a sensual groove.

The way it lounged on her breast
as her pouty lips cast a shade
and that covered heaving inviting me
to look at the wonder nature has made.

Blow wind, blow, let me see more
just a hint up above the knee
following those ripples gorging
all I can take on my eyes to see.

My, that sun dress is a personification
of lust's sweet marrow busting my bones.
No less a euphoric addiction as a drug
addicts lingering need to get over the jones.

Oops, thanks brother wind
just a mild gust to feed my eyes.
Mercy, mercy now I know the secret
the hem was hiding those lovely thighs.

Hair blowing back just off her forehead
big gold hoops dangling in the sunlight.
Passions creeping up her spinal hill
forming the basis of a star lit moon night.

Oh, lust, you've been hiding from my mind
years of dangling from abstinence grip.
Sun dress following the rippling flow
of the measured movement of each hip.

Saw her peeping out the corner of her eyes
smile creeping in the knowing how she teased.
Hip lopped onesided making the dress cup behind
for me to get a good look so I would be pleased.

Our eyes locked in an instant stare
sizing up each fiber blowing in the wind
and as she stepped on the bus, wondered
would I ever see that sun dress ...again.

Del Cano 2007 October

Sweet Kisses

Been trying to explain just how
she raises my sugar level so high.
I think maybe it might be those kisses
like grandma's sweet potato pie.

When she enters the door
its like she's been gone for so long.
Grabs me like a choking vine
but can't say I can call it wrong.

That woman keeps me smiling
even sitting round resting in a daze.
I look over there at her in my lust
loving all of her passionate ways.

Don't care if she's wearing cut offs
or a big oversized sweat suit.
Just love being in her presence
as if her body was sugar fruit.

My sugar level rises to a high 
that rosy smile never misses.
Drive me just as batty now
since she first gave out her kisses.

All these years haven't dulled
even the slightest of a bit.
Can count on her always to stir
guaranteed to drive me to a fit.

Oh, she can be so rewarding
in all the ways she can tease.
Sitting cross from her, mind fades
thinking, pass the jelly, please.

Some may call me crazy
but they don't know bout this.
Wait till they get a woman
whose got an apple pie kinda kiss.

Del Cano 2007 September

Time To Taste Heaven

I've tasted enough
of the stars and the moon
I've slurped thru skyways
yet heaven always looms.

Knees are bloodied
bending too far down
Now following the scent
I'm heaven bound.

Should be my turn
weary from the chase
bowing in total submission
Heaven awaits my taste.

Del  Cano 2005 July

Shall I Let the Craving Pass/What If My Prayers Are Finally Heard

Shall I let the craving pass
or reach with more zest
Can I allow the thought its due
if I wish to have the best.
 
What if my prayers are finally heard
and the answers to my plea
appear in the visage of this gentle soul
who speaks of love to me?
 
Might I use the recall
to lay it all in my lap
or let it pass unnoticed
like a fly one just zapped.
 
What if I don't listen this time
and there are no more chances for me?
Living alone has its rewards
but nothing erases "lonely."
 
Should I expend the energy
to even give it a chance
or forget about the event
with its lustful romance.
 
Not all that long ago, I recall,
we swooned to lovers' words.
Shall I forget all that you said,
all that I know I heard?
 
Is it proper to recall
feelings which so pleased
or shove away the mindset
which is sure to be a tease.
 
How do I rectify this desire
when you're so far away?
Should feelings be left to die a slow death?
Is this the price I pay?
 
Shall I let the craving pass
let it wither away on the wind
If so I'll surely have to forget
the love you always send.
 
Can I really let these yearnings fade
without at least letting you know
that the language you speak always touches my heart
even now, as it did long ago?
 
 
Del Cano 2007 September
Naia, September 2007
 
 
 
 
 

Being Bombarded By Animal Lovers

Help me to get a grip, please
can't understand this yeoman push.
So many supporting animal rights
as if humans were tossed in the bush.

I can't seem to understand
what is the motivating factor.
This all out fiendish collaboration
with none being the actor.

What is this huge drive
I don't get the reasons at all.
My activities lean toward humans
making sure they can stand tall.

I love animals and treat them nicely
yet still can't grasp what's up today.
Being bombarded by animal lovers
to treat them in a much better way.

The question I can't shake
is where are the people supporters?
Why can't I get that same enthusiasm
for human rights from reporters.

From my view I look in awe
demonstrations and such.
What happened to people's rights
when animals get so much.

Please make me understand
why now animals have the light.
When so many humans suffer
few taking a stand on their plight.

I get emails galore each day
about the killing of horses or a dog.
But never see a stirred up voice
about human rights buried in a fog.

What's up with this mental stab
this feverish support for animal friends
but a loud silence or maybe a thud
signaling a lack of support I contend.

To me there is something sinister
about letting our brethren hang
while so many are gearing up
to help animals with a bang.

Society is falling on its butt
politicians are on a rampage
while we are fighting for animal rights
and can't seem to turn the page.

OK, OK maybe I've missed the boat
or didn't read my bible too close.
I thought humans were supposed to be tops
their rights looked after the most.

What is this obsession with animals
to place them so high up on the chain.
Our rights are being yanked from us
ignoring it while giving animals the reign.

Make me understand this condition
giving animals privileges we've lost.
Am I to expect to walk in the office
to meet my new Bull Dog boss?

Some have gone way too far
without a doubt have crossed the line.
People eating at a sidewalk cafe with dogs
but they want me to feel its fine.

What happened to our senses
when animal abusers get more time
than one who robs and attacks a woman
which to me is a serious crime.

You've got to explain to me
this strange new way to think.
Promoting better care for animals
forgetting humans in a blink.

What happened to considerations
for other country's practices and such.
Lots of people eat horse meat
but to many its too much.

We kill and eat thousands of steer
for beef and the hides and such
but raise holy hell when others
refuse to agree with your touch.

What is this raving defense
so many have for all type of beast
while at the same time ignoring
or treating humans the least?

I am left to scratch my head
trying to get a grip on this condition.
A brand new mind set I must face
a new lessor human rendition.

I want some of that same emotion
directed at humans with as much fervor
giving them the same considerations
when giving animals a life preserver.

Del Cano 2007 September

 

 

Shall I Let the Craving Pass

Shall I let the craving pass

or reach with more zest

Can I allow the thought its do

if I wish to have the best.

 

Might I use the recall

to lay it all in my lap

or let it pass unnoticed

like a fly one just zapped.

 

Should I expend the energy

to even give it a chance

or forget about the event

with its lustful romance.

 

Is it proper to recall

feelings which so pleased

or shove away the mindset

which is sure to be a tease.

 

Shall I let the craving pass

let it wither away on the wind

If so I'll surely have to forget

the love you always send.

 

Del Cano 2007 September

Stories Need To Be Told

They asked how it was
I came to express those times.
I simply lived them then
now made them into rhyme.

 

Some say they are poetic
others think them but prose.
Me? I don't know nor care
part of me I refuse to close.

 

You see, I spent too many years
living to please those who I couldn't.
Many wanted more than I could give
to others I just wouldn't.

 

I have stories needing to be told
tales which help make me who I am.
After years and years of mockery
some treat the facts like Spam.

 

From when I was first able to feel
my skin curled and itched.
Something was always amiss
emotions rose to a fever pitch.

 

I've got to tell it. It has to come out
Much of what I was taught were lies.
Facing the realities was rough
often bringing tears to my eyes.

 

I rebelled and fought back
did every positive thing I could.
Jumped through all the hoops
least the ones I thought I should.

 

My rebellion made me stronger
opened my eyes to the darkness there.
I found people to be a mixed bag
some painful others tried to be fair.

 

The stage was already set for me
I stood right in the center of it.
Voice raised and arms up high
my rebellion wouldn't quit.

 

When they clapped and clapped
I refused to leave the mark
They yelled and yelled more
till it sounded like a bark.

 

No, I would not give in
kept on with the show
Had to make sure my pain
was there for all to know.

 

Never will forget a question
it haunts me still today.
"What is it you want from us"
are the words I hear them say.

 

Like a rag doll hanging
the words wilt in my soul
Is it so hard for them to see
I don't think I'm being bold.

 

I want the same as you
no more yet, no less.
Just treat me with respect
you know equality is the best.

 

Del Cano 2007 August

Your Question

Looked with confusion on my face
your question seemed odd at the least.
Why should I accept being harassed
constantly being stopped by the police.

 

What do you mean what do I want
is it I am I so different from you?
I work by butt of to keep afloat
the same way I believe you do.

 

So why is it I keep hearing
all the crap I always hear.
My house is the same as yours
yet, your interest rate aint even near.

 

Oh, could it be I cut my grass
in a pattern unlike you do yours?
Or is it the way I work two jobs
limping home full of sores.

 

I'm at a loss why your question
remains as sadly empty as it does.
What it is I want, that over used phrase
just something which never was.

 

You wave but drop your eyes
never seeing me face to face.
Always gawking at my wife
poised, the epitome of grace.

 

I used to wonder why you
but now I don't give a care.
You and that same question
I find most anywhere.

 

I am no different from you
in my desires for life.
You so freely add more angst
help to keep up the strife.

 

Your question always seemed odd
to ask me what it is I want of you.
The answer is simple to me
treatment in the same way you do.

 

Del Cano 2007 August

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sweet Moments In the Blind

She burst into a lovely smile
the moment our eyes met.
Pushing carts down the aisles
trying to recall what I was to get.

She made sure she followed me
up and down every stocked space.
All the time with a pleasant grin
lighting up her entire face.

Soft comments about the stock
choices needing to be made.
Didn't leave my side even once
close by me is where she stayed.

Perhaps in her late fifties
still most pleasing to the eye.
Comfortably attractive and neat
she merited a pleasing sigh.

There was no doubt the interest
in that she easily let it be known.
My refusal to falsely lead her 
is a result of how I have grown.

After checking out I fiddled
wasting time as she loitered for me.
On the parking lot she purred a smile
as if she were begging for a spree.

I bid her a good day as I walked by
hesitating to engage her lust.
As appetizing as she might have been
I am counted on with full trust.

Noticed she slowly followed me
as I walked across the lot.
She stopped with that sunlight smile
saying, I have only a friendly plot.

I did stop and chat with her
but letting her know I was taken.
Her poise changed not one bit
though I could tell she was shaken.

Walking off bidding her a good day
I wondered if she had a note in mind.
Our sharing grocery shopping
was just sweet moments in the blind.

Del Cano 2007 August

Turn In the Crook

I can't but hang my head
they are trying to decide
if we should turn in the crook
or let him escape and hide.

They argue among themselves
cause some shared his bread.
Others listened quite intently
to every excuse he said.

My comment never changed
he remains a crook for real.
No matter what he used to do
he's a crook who robs and steals.

Don't give me that crap bout his mama
nor even his kids who are in fear
If he gave a damn about any of them
we wouldn't be talking 'bout it here.

Stop all this foolishness
a thief lives in the midst of us all.
We work our asses off to get ahead
while he's on his low life crawl.

You, complained to me 'bout your tools
and you, sir, what about that lawn mower.
Now that he's caught red handed
you want to let him walk on out the door.

Are we all crazy or have we lost our minds
this fool has been preying on us for years.
You are standing here with a remorseful look
shedding all too compassionate tears.

His mama has got nothing to do with this
and if he gave a damn he would not be here.
I give up on all this crap and will call the police
not one of you will step forward its clear.

Nothing left but to hang my head
the shame I see in your eyes.
Time to take a stand for real
yet, you all want to apologize.

Del Cano 2007 August

 

 

You Make the Sun Rise

you make the sun rise
even when clouds are there
and brightens up the day
when rain drips thru the air.

you make the wind whisper
a breeze blown thru your lips
halt the coming storms with
a touch of your fingertips.

you, with your passion's brew
allow me to be calm and at ease.
with all of the forces pushing
can count on you to please.

you make the sun rise
with rainbows in the air
my days are always brighter
cause I got you there.

Del Cano 2007 July

Can't Live Without It

Its not enough to tell someone
that you need this or that
like some of the foods we eat
which certainly makes us fat.

We are bombarded by ads
of industries who wish to sell
so they create a need in us
as if they had cast a spell.

We crave soft drinks or beer
a hardy breakfast to start the day.
Bacon or ham, eggs and toast
desires which never fade away.

Can't get along without that car
fancy and shiny, spanking brand new.
Millions of dollars spent to sway the minds
of as many people like me and you.

It is easy to make our mind's think
the ideas which fill our soul's crave
are actually thoughts born within us
tho we are today's ad slaves.

Advertisers of pharmaceuticals
send us to doctors for ailments not real
while clothing manufacturers
help us drive up our charge card bill.

Can't live without this or maybe that
it becomes our newest craving goal.
Making me wonder at what point
all this waste will finally grow old.

Half the folks on my block
suffer from lactose over dose.
Their bodies can't digest milk
but they crave it the most.

They eat rare beef dripping in blood
then take antacids like it was candy.
No thought as to how hard it is on the body
the beef industry says thats just dandy.

We are slaves to public relations firms
which produce ads to raise our desires
for everything from food to clothes
to outside pits in which to build fires.

If we took the time to research
it would blow the fibers of our mind
to discover many of our thoughts
are produced thru an advertising find.

We pay too much for horrible coffee
served in a lousy plastic or paper cup.
Then we complain the environment
is just too fast being used up.

We want all we can get our hands on
forever swayed by visions of the ad
Yet we rarely stop to think if we
could get along with what we had.

Must be brand new to raise pleasure
that stormy need within to belong
sending manufacturers dancing to the bank
singing that profitable song.

Let's all give some thought
before allowing the next craving's start
and save some money in the long run
while we ease the pressure to our heart.

Del Cano 2007 July

 

 

She Brings

Words seem not to be able to
explain the feelings she brings.
Being near her is like a choir
senses having their songs to sing.

Body in a constant yearn
just like an addict needing a fix.
No matter what she wears
shes always my lustful trick.

She brings with her a force
like none I ever before knew.
One which drives me to her
sticking with her like glue.

The elation and joy
is more than I can say.
Just being in her presence
is the thrill of each day.

Words just can't explain
how she makes my heart sing.
She stirs my senses to the max
with all the joy she brings.

Del Cano 2007 June

Proudly With You At My Side

Mind singles out a scene
then spreads the vision wide
A stroll cross the stage
proudly with you at my side.

Audience stares in awe
musicians rev up the score.
We, standing center stage
taking our bow once more.

They don't suspect we are
more than actors on a stage.
Can't tell them we are a dream
come alive to a new page.

Lovers beyond the act
life created our loving scene.
Your touch exploded my senses
making us lovers supreme.

We act for the world to see
then take flight on angel wings.
Every bit of joy one can have
you serve up like I was a king.

Mind singles out a scene
proudly with you at my side.
Strolling lovingly cross the stage
on our secret sensual ride.

Del Cano 2007 July

 

Renaissance

When I see you in my minds eye
I see words peeling back the yin.
Scaling off the crusts from scabs
of lovers who once have been.

I see a soothing and an ease
a tenderness beyond my knowing.
A touch so deep with it
I'm left sighing and blowing.

I get from you all the missing
totally absent yearned for craves.
My mind submits to you for its need
cause you rescue and saves.

Without even being aware
I allowed your  touch its due.
What you see and call simplicity
I call the sanctuary of you.

You peeled back the layers
protection from hidden spears.
Caressed my soul with you
and washed away my fears.

Just by being who you are
you posted a blockade.
Protection from my ignorance
that personal prison I'd made.

Unassuming and forthright
bubbly and demanding a response.
Reacting to you has made a new world
sort of a modern day renaissance.

I breathe with more ease
exhale the poisoned air.
So enlightened by it all
life seems a bit more fair.

I dance in my mind
skip a bit when I walk.
Raise more than shallow issues
when I speak aloud a talk.

Oh, you special soul to me
I don't know how to offer an award.
I'm just in such a mental joy
my faith, within me, you restored.

DelCano 2005 Oct
 
 

 

We Live in Different Worlds

We Live in Different Worlds

I have wanted to write this article for a while but had trouble grasping where I should start. Recent events in my life let me know I needed to address it and say to those who take forgranted their privileges as citizens of the best country on earth, "we live in different worlds though we are in the same country or even the same city." I, being a man of African descent, nearly 62 years old, had thought I would out live overt racism and being treated differently than other citizens. I was very wrong and seems now it not only continues but in many ways has increased in its intensity. I sigh from the frustrations after dedicating the bulk of my life in using the theories that if I do well, if I assimilate into the larger society, if I do the best job, be the best neighbor, smile the most, help as much as I can and all those other cutesy expressions society told me I needed to do I would be treated the same. That was and is a lie. We live in different worlds within the boundaries of a common community.
 
You might feel the total freedom to stroll relaxed through any park in town. Me? I must always be aware with my skin being darker than yours that people like me don't stroll through parks. We only lurk in public places to case the area in planning some sort of crime. Have you ever been questioned by a policeman or park ranger why you were sitting in the park on a bench reading poetry or while lingering outside a lovely floral display (The Jewel Box) why you were loitering? Get inside my skin one day. I love the parks in St. Louis but they are not all inviting to me. I will never forget my first fishing trip to Caroundelet Park while walking from my vehicle to the lake with fishing poles in hand being asked what I was doing. What the hell does it look like I was about to do with fishing poles in hand? We live in different worlds.
 
I get so damn tired of being lumped in with the worst of people of my ethnic group. When a bank robber or car thief turns out to be AfricanAmerican why am I supposed to share the blame for what he did? Are you guilty when a thief is of your race? Of course not; so why am I guilty or responsible for his actions? That goes right back to "you people." You people need to learn how to act in public. You people need to work and save money and buy a house or go into business. Did you know "us people" are able to buy a new car with no money down much easier than to get a mortgage on a home with 20 or more percentage down? Did you know that us people do have a few who (like me) reach for as many opportunities we could to get ahead and make a different life yet were still being lumped in with the lousy ones? Like I said we live in different worlds.
 
I've grown tired and weary of the lies and the bullshit. I was on several committees to help guide more companies and individuals to increase active participation with companies of African descent. After years of the same old excuses, the same dribbling wishy washy promises I stopped wasting my time. Mr. So and So would call and ask me if I could help him find five good experienced carpenters for a project he is about to start. I send him five (5) folks with a combined experience of over 100 years and get a call a few days later with him sultrily speaking something about lack of experience. Then a couple weeks later I'm at a lumber supplier and butt into his lead man. The fella doesn't know the difference between wet and dry lumber nor a 2 X 4 from a 2 X 6....but he is the qualified one. Now picture this. Here's a fella who has a job in "MY" neighborhood who drives nearly 100 miles one way to get here but I/we are told we are not qualified enough though any two of us has as much general experience as his whole crew. We can do the work blind folded with one arm tied behind our backs but we are not hired. The excuses run the gambit of a comedian's performance yet we are supposed to accept it. Every step forward is a struggle with not only government agencies, the city, the state but unions who shuffle names around ignoring my seniority in favor of another. We live in different worlds.
 
Tell me a situation where you knew someone had been kidnapped and every policeman in town was aware of it. Can you imagine it not making any news media? Karen was a captive for eight days yet not once was she mentioned on the news. During that same period there were several articles about missing children, missing pregnant women and the like but not one word about Karen. Does her honey brown skin make her less of a person? Less news worthy than another? We do live in different worlds.
 
Lets look at a few other situations which have worn me out. A simple thing like sweeping the streets. I noticed the signs had changed in my neighborhood that the streets would be swept only once a month. A call to city hall told me the city budget didn't' allow for twice a month street cleaning. That's fine but when I noticed a few days later that many wards in south St. Louis where still being swept twice a month I gave it more thought. I did a personal study to determine where this was happening. Yep, you guessed it. Only the wards with a majority African population had been cut down to once a month. Why? How is that explained legitimately? After enough calls and letters now the whole city is swept only once a month. A look at building inspections show a lack of inspections in many of "them peoples" areas indicating that their property is not as important as some others. Like I said we live in different worlds.
 
Yet, today I paid the same respect to those who had given their lives for the freedoms we have as you did or should have. I never asked for any more than what I was promised through the constitution nor our basic laws. What makes me so different from you? Do I deserve any less? Does my and my family's military service count for any less than yours? Why do we live in such different worlds though in the same city?

Walking Thru Your Words

Let me walk thru your words
cause they massage my mind.
Brushing against them is magic
they're of the keeping kind.

Love to stroll thru your words
which always tend to soothe.
Their touch being so soulful
balms me to a loving groove.

Oooo, love walking thru your words
their breath so caressing to me.
While they wash all over my body
and grip me quite ecstatically.

Strolling thru your garden of words
fills me with a scented bouquet.
An aroma, raising higher my senses
to a mountain peak in your way.

Del Cano 2007 July
 

Soothing In the Park

As we approached could hear the ripples
ducks and geese playing in the lake.
Fish catching insects making splashes
massaging our minds with figure eights.

Standing like a sentry over the park
the old limestone bridge, so lovely
Creating historical images
making senses rise to bubbly.

A certain breathlessness
engulfs those who allow the essence.
Never running out of pleasure
joy is not allowed obsolesence.

The sounds and scents of the park
people passing by on bikes or foot,
all sharing a similar pleasure
emotions stirringly put.

My senses rise to a crescendo
walkng next to her in the park.
The aura around her enhances me
keeping an ever lit sensual spark.

Del Cano 2007 June

So Hard To Soothe Her

She seems like a baby
needing attention for real.
The nightmare lingers
as if there's more to steal.

Pounding her brain
searching for the why.
All I can do is hold her
as her soul tends to cry.

So hard to soothe her
thru this huge emotion dive.
Tears a constant companion
tho glad to be alive.

She's so like a baby
craving to be held.
Seeking professional help
to renew the emotional weld.

All I can do is love her
support her emotional state.
Wrap my arms around her
to be a loving mate.

Del Cano 2007 June

 

Secrets On A Whisper

Carried my secrets on a whisper
thru times too hard for me to say.
Gathered up emotions wrecked
hugging on thru a better day.

Thru all the sordid happenings
you stayed within our bounds.
Toting with you our precious gems
keeping them safe and sound.

Took us in your bosom
squeezed with all your might.
Holding on to secrets
whispers throughout the night.

What else can I expect
they stole you from my life
invading all the fences
leaving only stress and strife.

I hear your whispers
your heartbeat sending tones
letting me know your are fine
even thru your painful moans.

Hear now my heartful whispers
let them fuse with your desire.
Be assured I am still waiting
for our return to sensual fire.

Del Cano 2007 June

Calling You Thru Each Rhyme

I woke up staggering
was it a nightmare or thought.
A maze from yesteryear
what could I have sought.

I saw me singing on stage
in several places I had been.
The old Riviera Club, The Regal
and of course the Dynaflow Inn.

Was I seeking your face
in the crowds of that day.
Could I have gone back in time
to reach you that way?

Did you see me in the joint
at the corner of Glascoe and Cass.
Wearing that green tux
with a shine like glass.

Was that you waving from the rear
with me smiling between a verse.
Closing my eyes in the song
telling you I'm totally immersed.

Am I trying to make a change
from this lousy frame of time
by visiting you in yesterdays
calling you thru each rhyme.

Del Cano 2007 June

 

This Frame of Time

Like I'm straining to step
to pass thru this frame of time
To get it all over with
the other side will be fine.

Moments carry with them
truths as well passionate lies.
Faking sanity for others
awash in tear flooded eyes.

From one moment to the other
I'm a chameleon at best.
Changing personalities
forcing emotions to rest.

So much of the day
a fading blank cloud.
Not sure who said what
their help makes me proud.

People have been so good
treating us like we're royal.
Food shows up at the door
from those who're loyal.

A lady came to tell me
I made her faith renewed.
The sort of love they spoke of
lasting, never comes unglued.

She came to pray with me
to wave her spiritual flag
and begging others to come
to pull other tricks out the bag. 

Ate a salad and fell asleep
awaken by the phone.
A sighting out west
made me chilled to the bone.

I know this can't last
got to get over to the other side.
This frame of time hesitates
keeping me on this horrible ride.

Del Cano 2007 June

 

No News Aint Good News

When the phone rings I jump
knowing my nerves are on edge.
Everything so stiff and tight
like hanging out on a ledge.

Hoping for word of her
praying the next ring is it.
Pacing the floor nervously
I walk in circles, can't quit.

I feel like crap warmed over
lower than a hole in the dirt.
I eat but it comes back up
can only feel pain and hurt.

Judy is a mess as well
trying to get her settled down.
Together we're like a circus
tears flowing like sad clowns.

No news aint good news
I only hope she's safe.
Begging the heavens they
don't treat her as a waif.

Let her come back home
missing her more than I knew.
Had no idea the total drain
she's like an entire love crew.

I hate and love the phone to ring
nerves shot, body on edge
I'll just keep trying to find her
this is my heart felt pledge.

Del Cano 2007 June

 

My Emotions Are Flared

My emotions have been flared
erotic thoughts cram my mind.
With her missing like she is
doesn't seem I'm being kind.

I feel a tremendous need
to cuddle her and hold tight.
These rushing thoughts
wore on me all thru the night.

Every fiber within my body
calls out to where she is.
Bitterness pumping thru my veins
stinging like a sloe gin fizz.

Nothing seems quite real
a horrible nightmare of a dream.
My soul is spilling thoughts
emotions racing to extreme.

That helpless feeling hovers
dangling like a giant balloon.
Never moving away from me
praying she'll show up soon.

How can I be having thoughts
to the heights of erotic shores
Missing her thru this mystery
so painful by the scores.

Hear my yelling soul
screaming for relief.
Tears pouring relentlessly
racked with pain and grief.

With her still missing
erotic thoughts seem unkind.
My emotions are flared open
feel like I'm losing my mind.

Del Cano 2007 June

Fear Strikes Thru Me

Fear strikes thru me
since you went away
Your empty chair looms
like a dark haunted day.

Coffee in the yard
I went to get a refill
Upon return, you're gone
space empty, so still.

Looked around, empty
heart filling to a burst
Couldn't believe you vanished
leaving this yeomen thirst.

Stopped being selfish
where have you gone.
In a matter of moments
faded like morning dawn.

Judy is upset as well
like you knew she would.
You were showered with love
as much as two people could.

What happened in you
or could it have been we.
Whatever the problem
its nothing I could see.

Fear strikes thru me
stabbing deep inside.
A morbid sort of ilk
like someone has died.

Not one word, no call
days plans dropped to the ground.
Tho spring breezes are kicking
there's stark stillness around.

Where have you gone
why did you leave unspoken.
No goodbye, see ya later
just suddenly and broken.

Our hearts are pounding
crying for some explanation.
Tears blinding our vision
from this treatuous frustration.

What, why, how,
open ended questions dangle.
My breath strains
we were so entangled.

I've got your ID with me
are you not who we thought
Is there another story
we should know or sought.

Fear strikes thru me
not knowing, driving me insane.
Spirals of past moments
only enhances the pain.

No one vanishes in a moment
or evaporates like a cloud.
Nor fades like a broken video
leaving hearts beating loud.

My soul is screaming
find peace in your empty chair.
Your cup, sitting like a monument
reminds me you're not there.

Where have you gone
where can you be.
Why did you leave
as fear strikes thru me.

Del Cano 2007 June

 

 

She's Gone-A Short Story

 

She's Gone

As we stepped off the porch to the lawn chairs seems a magnet drew our bodies to touch. Her hips always ignite a sensation when they brush against me. There's a sensual gripping when I am close to her while her scent stirs all my sensory receptors to attention. We sat in the lawn chairs chatting the day's plans sipping coffee in the crisp spring morning breeze just as dawn welcomed in the day. She leaned to kiss the moisture from the corner of my lips as I fingered the fine gray hairs around her ear. Her hand still magnetic to my thigh rest in its fixed sitting position. Her profile, an artistic rendition of my dreams, still strikes a calmness deep within reminding me of the satisfaction she brings to my life. The glow of first light across her face presents a portrait of breathless pleasure sparkling in the diffused rising sunbeam thru the hovering evergreen bush. As I sipped from my favorite mug she spoke in her hypothyroid treated voice, " I am blessed to love and be loved by you."

 

My emotions are regularly over run with pleasures flooded by her nearness. At times I'm not sure if my feet actually touch the ground when walking with her while the aura radiating around her keeps my senses awakened to ever growing sensitivites. The intimacy of just being near her forever feels like a cloak of blessings spread over me and I never forget to remind her how much I appreciate her presence. Sitting there in the yard surrounded by the loveliness of now large evergreen bushes, trumpeting tiger lillies and over grown roses striking a sensual bell only we can hear.  I am in heaven's lounging room.

 

I drapped one of my sweat shirt jackets on her shoulders as she indicated the crisp air was still chilly. Her eyes twinkling their appreciation seemed to direct her lips to kiss my cheek bringing on a warmth to my body as if I had sipped on mysecond glass of wine. The peacefulness was enhanced by the nowsinging birds in the bushes the squirrels racing round the yard. She, alternating sips from our favorite flavored water beverage, interrupted my poetic senses with a request for a refill of our favorite brew. 

 

When I stepped down from the porch with mugs in hand the emptiness of her chair exploded in my line of vision and I felt an immediate eeriness settling over me. Eyes racing around the yard to every corner, every bush, every fence post, the gates, the parking pad... yet produced nothing but emptiness. I ran thru the front gate looking both ways for any sign of her and looked down the side street as well. My repeated search of the area came up empty while my senses seemed in a clamping vice. A storm of questions swirled around me spiriling like a tornado driving my heart to a pounding feeling as if it would burst. My chest was heaving though I was panting to take in enough air to breathe. Where is she? How could she disappear in a matter of moments? No indication of a struggle, no distress signs, no noise, no moans, no yells. Only the haunting lingering scent of her dangling round the chair.

 

The flavored water bottle sitting by the chair stands like a sentry holding secrets held in its moisture.

 

She's gone!

Let Me Hear That Song/Play that Symphony

 

I want to hear a song
never sung before
one that has not
ever seen a score.
 
Play me a melody, as my heart forms each word
sung for you tenderly, from a soul deeply stirred.
 
Let me hear the words
to the tune of leaves
drifting on the breath
of a soft summer breeze.
 
As nightingale calls, then so shall you hear
murmurs of tenderness, assuaging all fear.
 
The hum of water trickling
down a hillside in the park.
I want to hear a song twinkle
like stars in the dark.
 
A smatter of sparkle, like glints off of dew
the glad cry of mourning dove as dawn paints anew.
 
Let me hear the birds
on their symphony's scale
and a dogwood's bloom
take off and sail.
 
Soaring great heights, like Calliope's strains
prompt verses abundant 'cross hill, sea and plain.
 
The soft chatter of grass
changing with the wind
and an earthworm heading
back in the dirt again.
 
What does he seek, this one buried so deep,
who listens to grass; for dreams, hastens to sleep?
 
The squirrel sings a song
when cracking its nut
while ducks on the lake
leave a wavy rut.
 
Clouds soar o'erhead, their meandering trails
beckoning the restless: set your nomadic sails!
 
The sounds of her breath
when deep in a sleep
drawing me to occassionally
take a loving peek.
 
Slumbering still, do I sense he's nearby?
Is it mere wishful thinking, dare I hope for reply?
 
Oh, let me hear that song
never ever sung before
the one God wrote
and put on a score.
 
Lofty the echo, I am e're more falling
saved by the sound of my love's distant calling.
 
 
 
Del Cano 2007 April
Naia, May 2007
 

 

Tags: Whispers of sungs in the heart

She Is The Most

Looking at her is purely a treat
my eyes feasting hating to blink.
I take in her entire physique
an artistic best, a wink.

My breathing gets rushed
looking at her sitting there.
Soaking in all of her body
from her toes to her hair.

In her unassuming way
she turns my senses to fire.
Watching her walk is a movie
whose topic is pure desire.

When she greets me
smothering me in her scent
I sail to a spiritual realm
as if she's heaven sent.

Never can I get enough
of the wonders of her touch.
Nothing compares to the magic
as she speaks as such.

I fall into her mystical cloud
with the slightest of ease.
Her every scrumptious move
no less a lustful tease.

That woman turns me on
beyond any other's boast
I love and crave her presence
Beyond any other she is the most.

Del Cano 2007 May

 

 

Out In the Yard

I love to see the flowers bloom
as I walk cross the yard
and touch a blade of grass
making breathing mighty hard.

I love to watch the birds
visiting their friendly rose
and spread their pollens
to where anyone knows.

I like to see the branches
sway in the noon time breeze.
And catch a lightning bug
before it lands on the leaves.

Morning time brings delight
with its dampness from the dew.
A sweet reminder of love
as I fall in thoughts of you.

My print lingers cross in the yard
wherever I chance to step
and leaves such pleasant reminders
in each spot where I have wept.

I step outside to rekindle
in powerful rays of the sun
like the love we set a fire
way back when we first begun.

Del Cano 2007 May

 

 

Is It Tomorrow Yet

Is it tomorrow yet
have I squeezed thru the tunnel
for today pours on
as if thru a funnel.

Is it tomorrow yet
this day of painful recall
struggling to find balance
in a world  about to fall.

When will tomorrow burst thru
letting time march on its way
Will be so glad to look back
when I can call this yesterday.

Is it tomorrow yet
a future bringing a change
A day, a month, a year
time given another range.

Is it tomorrow yet
my day to shine in the sun
to stroke the stars above
or step where a rainbow begun.

Del Cano 2007 May

 

 

 

Nature's True Fun

Pelicans covered the sand barge
turtles waited to cross the road.
Nearer the water heard a belch
turned out to be a giant toad.

Casted out toward the center
just as the channel gets deep.
Tossed back a few small ones
should see what I chose to keep.

A monster river buffalo
thought it had swiped my line.
Reeling and tugging a few minutes
damn, it was fat and fine. 

Another tried to slip away
startled I found myself jammed.
Shadow boxed and wrestled
dug deep for the fisherman I am.

What a blast as they broke the surface
water splashing in a heavy wave.
The net barely covered the first
but both I was able to save.

Silver blue and snow white cranes
kept an eye on the happenings near.
As the fish were drug from the water
seemed they all smiled a cheer.

Now tired from the long battles
packed my gear and bid them goodbye.
All the birds and animals seemed a crowd
as I drove off with tears in my eyes.

So damn fortunate to have shared
in so much of nature's true fun.
And just as filling, the experience
sharing the river with the morning sun.

Del Cano 2007 April

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

 

 

Explosive Passionate Seed

Her presence always brings an intensity
coupled with a powerful urge and need.
The woman stirs the deepest parts of me
building like an explosive passionate seed.

I have little control over it
has a mind of its very own
Each encounter is more intense
the best since I've been grown.

Her body calls out to me
her kisses raise me to the roof.
It feels positively overwhelming
as if a romantic movie spoof.

I drool in her presence
fingers crave her every touch.
Explosive desires ignite
when held within her clutch.

I wallow in her embrace
never failing to touch my soul.
Those mighty passionate kisses
hilight the outlines so bold.

Strips me of any doubts
lingering from a wayward thought.
Passions shoot like stars up high
with all the love she's brought.

Some call it a wrong complex
my heart feeds upon her score
As the days tick on into infinity
I keep on begging for more.

She is intensity personified
kissing me to a risen mound.
Always seem to be floating
rarely touching ground.

I love me some of that woman
with each meet a passion's spill
tho ever within a questioned state
no doubt I always will.

Del Cano 2007 April

 

 

Do It With Passion

They asked about passion
that drive I live with in my life.
All the spill over of desires
inspite of the stress and strife.

When I love I love completely.
When I fish I fish with zeal.
If I take a project to get done
from day one I make it real.

Passion, baby, is the way
pour your soul into the frey.
To hell with the naysayers
they just gawk on everyday.

My mama raised seven of us
dad worked day in and day out.
Neighbors watched us like a hawk
waiting for a spiritual shout.

Passionate about gardening
home work a daily task.
Chores round the house a norm
lessons, even now which last.

They ask about my passions
I smile thinking 'bout grandad.
He walked 7 miles to try to vote
think about the passion he had.

My love and passions run deep
family stays at the very core.
My kids soaked in all I had
yet, now they crave for more.

If you gonna do it, do it good
pour your very soul in the act.
Whatever there is your name is on it
and you can't take an error back.

Reach out and take a firm grip
give it all your soul will allow.
Smother life with your essence
allowing you to earn that bow.

Listen to but don't just heed
all the ones who say you can't.
While you march on to a better day
they are left dangling with a rant.

While onlookers along the road
hang out with no future grind.
Wave at them as you strive on
keeping goals fixed in mind.

Passionate desires for everything
nothing less will get you thru.
A tepid attempt into life's foray
is nothing but failure for you.

Dive in as deep as you can
make waves splash high in the air. .
Before long with your efforts
you'll realize you've made it there.

Take noteas you go
attack life in your own fashion.
Nothing comes easy along the way
just do it with lots of passion.

Del Cano 2007 April

 

 

 

 

 

It All Started With A Kiss

On my knees laying tile on the floor
could feel the inner stiring amidst.
Body becoming quite overwhelmed
and then it started with a kiss.

Mouths puckered in lingering stance
questions racing thru a startled mind.
Eyes fixed on the others face
hesitating trying to be kind.

Her hands reached but held firm
didn't quite touch my shoulder.
Nervousness showing apparently
we both needed to be bolder.

We embraced as if years flooded
in answering to that carnal need.
Tongues dancing those firey moves
knowing we shared a new seed.

So powerful the emotions
holding each other in a lovers grip.
Crushing as if to fuse with the other
could feel our shivering lips.

We both pulled back to look
see the questions on the others face
Then with all do speed and pressure
resumed even a stronger embrace.

Before long the heated embers
seemed a torch to ignite the fire
and we struggled to contain emotions
sharing positively volcanic desire.

Arms and hands searching
newly found road maps to bliss.
In the throws of passion's prison
knowing it all started with a kiss.

Del Cano 2007 April

 

 

Forgiveness Is In the Works

I needed to see you
to know if it was still alive
That overwhelming desire
to find out if it survived.

Had already decided
if it had been killed
the relationship was over
from the pain you'd spilled.

Forgiveness is in the works
you continue to claim my need.
Tho I had been disappointed
you've still got that planted seed.

Did I tell you I love you
as much as I always did
Trying hard to rid these tears
keep those stains nicely hid.

Can't help the sudden burst
of tears from running down.
They are in the process
of becoming a quieter sound.

It'll take a bit of time
to empty that painful jar
and a little work to finally
get over the remaining scar.

So glad I now know
the damage was not so bad.
That it wiped out all of the need
you know I always had.

I needed to see you
to know that all is good
that love still stands tall
in our private neighborhood.

Del Cano 2007 April

Morning Sun

Morning light is creeping in

dawn at the edge being sprung

Birds on the high wires tunning up

to sing in the rising sun.

 

Squirrels scurrying back and forth

I see a rabbit near the gate.

Moon's fading with the coming light

oh, how this all just satiates.

 

A deep breath to take it in

a sighing smile to greet the day.

Fishing gear packed and ready to go

just about time to get on my way.

 

Nature summons me to join her

the river calls me to come sit

and cast a pole in its midst

converse freely with the best of it.

 

Morning light is creeping in

I'm prepared to join in the fun.

Got to meet with Ole Man River

so we can share the morning sun.

 

Del Cano 2007 April

 

Feeling Serenity

I strain to feel each pulse

a touch of pleasures brew.

Everytime she makes a move

I'm feeling serenity too.

 

I crave the presence

of the joy I feel inside.

On to reverie's essence

as my senses take a ride.

 

I stretch to soak in

every ecstatic awe.

Ever appreciative of

pure love when in the raw.

 

The scent of her hair

pulled back or hanging down

is but a trip to sensuality

with goosebumps all around. 

 

Sensitivity is but a door

to keep open as we live

and always there's a bonus

when life is take and give. 

 

Always feel a shout

dangling at my soul's edge

that merges with nature's kiss

in a lovers lifelong pledge.

 

Constantly and always

show and share the joy.

Bumps in the road are softened

when honesty is employed.

 

Share in life's pleasures

seek to be a mellow song.

Carving brand new roadways

makes it easy to get along.

 

Hold all in high esteem

and let the favors flow.

Then carry that with you

wherever you choose to go.

 

Hand in hand against the world

cheerfully singing our tune.

Scattering love notes to the sky

with a smile just like the moon.

 

I strain to feel the pulse

of her lovely beating heart.

and pray to all the heavens

we'll never chance to part.

 

Del Cano 2007 April

 

 

 

Let Me Hear That Song

I want to hear a song
never sung before.
One that has not
ever seen a score.

Let me hear the words
to the tune of leaves
drifting on the breath
of a soft summer breeze.

The hum of water trickling
down a hillside in the park.
I want to hear a song twinkle
like stars in the dark.

Let me hear the birds
on their symphony's scale
and a dogwood's bloom
take off and sail.

The soft chatter of grass
changing with the wind
and an earthworm heading
back in the dirt again.

The squirrel sings a song
when cracking its nut
while ducks on the lake
leave a wavy rut.

The sounds of her breath
when deep in a sleep
drawing me to occassionally
take a loving peek.

Oh, let me hear that song
never ever sung before
The one thats heaven writ
and placed on a score.

Del Cano 2007 April

 

Tags: Nature's song, songs of the heart

Tickling Thoughts

Thoughts of you clutter my mind

like a desk full of last year's mail.

Those ramblings you left in my head

like a long lost ship at sail.

 

Remembrances, good and sad

keep a stir within my head.

Smiles and tears might pop up

from so many things you said.

 

Like a long video playing

I see so many visions there.

Watching you put on lipstick

or even fiddling with your hair.

 

I see so clearly your waves

how your face would get so bright

when we'd chatter about tomorrows

how we'd enjoy those private nights.

 

Promises we knew would not be

no way to make them come alive.

Two lonely souls sharing space

in knowing our hearts still thrived.

 

Though memories do haunt me

often in times like this.

I'll always cherish that moment

we shared that magic kiss.

 

Explosive passions ignited

like a forest fire raging its start.

Thru all the sensual clutter

you made it right into my heart.

 

I smile at what might have been

had we actually got past a thought

but I so relish the tickle in my soul

from all that joy you brought.

 

Del Cano 2007 March