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