Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Thanks For Nothing

Thanks for nothing
our talk was barely more than a waste
you told me you had no idea why I hurt
showing disdain and apathy to my face.
 
Certain aloofness you show
almost like one acting in a play
denying you did anything wrong
and you have nothing to say.
 
Telling me there was nothing
that you had to address 
meant you totally ignored
what had me in utter duress.
 
How low can one reach
while claiming love is there
but somehow has no idea
what it is I've begged to share.
 
I have come to the conclusion
you dump so much in a pit
so you can close the door
and never have to deal with it.
 
There is no way you can
possibly make me believe
you have no idea why I hurt
or feel this constant grieve.
 
If that is what you honestly
want me to understand
then you must be telling
I'm just another crazy man.
 
Not after over and over pointing out
how you treat me with disrespect
The only conclusion I can draw
is that is purposeful neglect.
 
You are a full grown woman
in no way a budding child.
Yet, you can look me in the eye
and spew words of such revile.
 
Games baby, you deny you play
you'd rather make me believe
it must be in my mind the crap
or its some sort of pet peeve.
 
Uh, uh no more of this mess
my feelings are more than dust
and I will not allow you to continue
treating me as if had turned to rust.
 
The time is now, dear lady
join me in making this union real
or call it quits all together today
painful emotions will not be concealed.
 
Thanks for nothing
our talk was barely more than a waste
you told me you had no idea why I hurt
showing disdain and apathy to my face.
 
Del Cano 2008 June
 
 

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

It Is I

It is I who lurks near
stumbling from indecision
wanting to touch while
you're in my line of vision.

It is I who lingers in the corner
with a wanting yearn.
Yes, that was my breath
you felt as if it could burn.

It is I who comes just so close
you can feel the energy rise
as I lean in to see the depth
I imagine in your eyes.

It is I who takes a regular trip
over the hills and valleys of your bod
craving the heat to be created
as we share an explosive rod.

Yes, it's me creeping in your dreams
awakening you with a start
tingling and erupting volcanic pulses
causing a racing in our hearts.

One day I shall come to view
bold, alive and real to the touch
bringing with me the explosiveness
I've been craving far too much.

Del Cano 2008 June