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