Fever On the Rise

That fever is on the rise
Bass Pro is running spring sales.
The damn ice hasn't melted as yet
this time of year it never fails.

Spring fever sets in on me
that urge to get to the water.
Cast my lines out in the deep
like every fisherman oughta.

Winter came in with a storm
ice and snow buried us deep.
At this point I am for two seasons
Spring and Autumn for keeps.

Just so I can walk the streams
listen to the rivers meandering flow.
Can feel it rising in my bones
even tho there's still plenty of snow.

Oh, give me a warmer day
so I can cast out as if at sea.
Want to rush winter on by
this fever is taking over me.

Del Cano 2007 January

Suppose

Suppose all I did was love you
narry a touch to your flesh
No way to prove the fantasy
you are the very best.

Keeping you in the upper room
like a trophy held in trust
Nearer than a brushed kiss
creating the best of us.

Suppose I never held you
yet know the favored thought
Each tremor from my soul's mind
establishing dreams we wrought.

Can fantasies come alive
as do dreams awaken the soul.
Might this be a poetic blurr
from artistries of old.

Suppose all I did was wonder
what could a touch actually be
To love you unending
with you also loving me.

Del Cano 2007 January

Yesterday's Echo

My yesterdays seem to echo
thru each of these now days.
A distant video of life's history
which changed in many ways.

So much joy under the bridge
your glorious smiles lighting my face.
Glowing sunshine thru out the night
radiating your pristine grace.

Too much love slipping away
can there be a bit more time.
Trying hard not to give in to it
this drowning pain of mine.

The you I knew for so long
sustained me thru the years.
Watching you wasting away
brings on those horrible fears.

We paid our dues to the fullest
beyond all the naysayers thought
yet, those struggles we shared
bubbled with the love we wrought.

Damn, this is a lonely road
that distant country lane.
My dreams ride a wheel chair
from once a helpful cane.

What used to be, but a memory
where did all that time go.
Today, precious still, yet hollow
as my yesterdays seem to echo.

Del Cano 2007 January

 

 

My Egg Shells Are Cracking

My egg shells are cracking
while my soul is oozing.
Pain has been pushing
all I'm doing is losing.

Nothing is going right
life has kicked my ass
been trembling with fright
from what's come to pass.

Even my muse gone nuts
she went out and got drunk
turned my words inside out
till every write just stunk

My wife told my girlfriend
I was cheating on them
needless to say loving
has gotten mighty slim.

What's a fella to do
when feeling so hurt
My emotions have fallen
in a hole covered with dirt.

My egg shells are cracking
as my soul keeps on the ooze.
Easy to tell so much is lacking
when I keep on singing these blues.

Del Cano 2006 December

 

Tomorrow Is A Mountain

Steps lumber from the weight
a walk like if on death row.
That cloud before me engulfs
matters not where I go.

Tomorrow is a mountain
today, blindly following the trail.
Seems more like yesterday
a haunting lied to tale.

My feet sink in the mire
pressures squeezing tight.
The effort to keep them moving
a nightmare in daytime light.

My body feels drained
strength sapped to the edge.
Nothing gets any clearer
than promises I pledged.

No time for thinking
emotions on automatic pilot.
Love threads thru the fibers
like a huge needle eyelet.

Never felt the degredation
the trauma to keep all going.
After all these years of loving
tide wash away the knowing.

There's but one thing
soothing this yeoman ache.
Knowing love remains firm
bursting like an earth quake.

Finding the power to step on
and not langer in the filth.
Proudly, head above the clouds
can't give up nor wilt.
 
Del Cano 2007 January
 

 

 

Uncontrolled Addiction

How long do I hold on
before I should say goodbye.
Keeping the faith in you
with these tear stained eyes.

How long should I continue
to try to keep hope alive.
When the evidence is yelling
this relationship can't survive.

Holding tight to threads
not wanting to let go.
Tho your silence is deafening
I'm leaving room for the flow.

Have allowed every excuse
anyone could dream or make.
Refusing to face facts before me
that your love was only fake.

Sure, a lot of it was there
I knowingly shoved it aside.
Soaked as much of you in
while you took me for a ride.

Please, don't you feel guilty
tho I am sure you will not.
I was the one blindly following
lapping all of what you've got.

I let it all hang out
my voracious cravings
allowed the blindness for you
with all your misbehavings.

Didn't give a damn at the time
that uncontrolled affliction.
Every moment with you
fed my massive addiction.

You, a drug more powerful
than any I could possibly use.
Allowed me to bow to your whims
being mistreated and abused.

This cold turkey cleansing
makes me yearn even more.
Just let me love you again
till my body is worn and sore.

Come, with your lucious lips
bring on that power you sling.
Let me slurp that flow again
hearing your passions ring.

To hell with the world
and what they might even say.
Need another fix for my addiction
you don't even have to stay.

How long, they ask, will I be
hanging round in this state.
My answer remains the same
"forever", with how you satiate.

Del Cano 2007 January