Renaissance

When I see you in my mind's 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
 
 

 

The River Calls Me

The River Calls Me

I can hear the river callin me, softly.

I can already hear the reeds sing
multi-hues rustling in the breeze.
Hearing the water lap the rocks
harmonizing with the leaves.

Can feel the coolness in the air
swarming along the shore
as it gently touches my  face
I'll walk to its tunes and score.

I can inhale tomorrows breath  
exhale sorrows not yet seen.
Intimacies shared with the river
makes her a special queen

I can drop off the debris
which keep my shoulders bent
and actually straighten up, fully
for the time there I've spent.

Can allow tears to freely fall
the breeze drying them as I go.
So easily talk to the heavens
about everything I know.

She whispers seductively
like so many lovers do.
"Lover, I am here, always
will never forsake you.

I hear the river callin me, gently
I must go

Del Cano 2005 Oct

Photo by Odine Monet

Mind and Heart Ought To Talk

My mind and heart ought to talk
speaking my mind too fast
makes my heart have to deal with
stuff which should be able to last.

My heart knows its needs
as my mind does as well
they end up in a squabble
which causes me to swell

How can one keep a truth
as they fight between each
hearts and minds in a ruckus
at the podium ready to preach

Meantime life is a total mess
trying to keep a balance is rough
saving face and missing you
is just too far out,damn tough

How does one keep it
keep all in a neat box
when shyt is slipping away
and life's on the rocks

she is too good to give up
even with the flaws we know
can't stand the idea of her
out there alone on the go

all the yelling and pain
misconceptions galore
mind and heart squabbling
keeping my soul sore

oh hell, can't allow the riff
to be the parting phrase
need to anethesize them
so I can have better days

speaking my mind too fast
made her take a long walk
not knowing all of the answers
my mind and heart ought to talk

Del Cano 2005 July  
 

Enjoy It To The Max

Then you enjoy it to the hilt
there's no longer need to be coy
wallow on the bridge we've built
lets drench ourselves in joy
 
I explode from anticipating
any mail I get from you.
Living a teen's pure expectation
of refound thrills anew.
 
Still in a mode for recovery
a feeling of freedom and sharing.
A lover’s era of discovery
overwhelmed with so much caring.

Big sighs of exhaled joy
outstanding feelings of need
communications like a toy
as our cravings start to bleed.

You, my dear, enjoy it to the max
savor the moments sweet light
no one but you allows me to relax
once it gets to the dark of night.

Oh, you beautiful lady of love
you’ve blessed me beyond any dream.
Relentless passion from above
you treat me with love supreme.

Enjoy each moment we share
life makes no promise to last
Please know the depth of how I care
tho days seem to float by fast.

Del Cano 2005 Oct

Wake Up America

We seem to be living in a fog
not seeing clearly like we should
Our concepts appear blinded
not as crisp as they could.

Raising lots of hell
bout Janice Jackson's breast
yet ignore more profound things
seem blinded to most of the rest.

Who is complaining bout
drug companies signs
whose advertising stretches
misleading our foggy minds.

Where is the passion to stop
the polution of our water.
As Congress reduces the laws
for industries private quarter.

Who speaks loudly for the children
the many who barely get to eat
and while they langer in need
we wear luxury on our feet.

Too many turn their heads
bout violence in the home
abusive folks spreading fear
and keep it on the roam.

Why don't I hear more rumbling
bout equipment the troops didn't get
driving round with "support the troops" signs
yet more like we did forget.

How can we imagine our government
giving tax breaks to companies like big oil
whose profits are now near obscene
as worker's budgets go to spoil.

We seem to have our priorities
turned round and upside down.
If the rich keep running amuck getting richer
many of us are not going to be around.

"Wake up America"
Del Cano 2005 Oct

 
   
 

Passion, Desire and Love

Spoke with Passion last night
to inquire of its intent to stay.
Passion referred me to Desire
to fetch answers right away.

Desire, with hands on her hips,
tossed her head back and spake,
"Love determines your condition
with Passion and Desire to take".

Love stepped in and orated
that she is built by the hour.
As long as Desire and Passion stay
Love is a lifetime flower.

Del Cano 2005 Oct

Tryst In the Aisle

She spoke of desires hidden;
promises beyond winded sighs.
Lost in the mist of the forbidden
drowning in her begging eyes.

Whispered embraces lingered
eyes clashing to views spoke.
Moist lips craving to be fingered
tongues daring to provoke.

Her face lit up to testify
while pushing her basket thru the aisle.
Instantly, a subtle tryst did versify
as I continued to shop with a smile.

Del Cano 2005 Oct