Be Still

Be still my beating heart
You are beating way too fast
It’s been sometime now I know
Since we’ve walked this cherished path
Once promised with a love forever
The curtain came down too soon
Days were filled with melancholy reminisce
As with everything, time heals all wounds
Here we go again, in the throes of a love impassioned
The merry go round is spinning out of control
Where we land this time, only God really knows
Be still my beating heart
Here love comes again.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
5-31-06…4:26pm
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True Beauty

There are women of all walks of life
Few radiate the aura that inhabits your light
You are unaware of how truly beautiful you are
That in itself, endears you to me even more
Your way is quiet without pretense
It’s in your eyes, the beauty in your heart
It’s in your smile, the warmth of your touch
When you love it’s with everything you have
To love any other way would sully the name of love
True beauty you naturally are
Honored I am to be the chosen One.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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5-31-06…1:38 pm in the light of life

New Short Story

Heh,

Finished up this short short yesterday. Give it a read...cool.

http://www.deanthepoet.com/pages/shorts/one_breath.htm

Dean Jéan-Pierre
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5-31-06

Light the Fire

The fire has been lit
Struck by a match of your words
From your mouth fire is born and received
Left on my tongue the taste is sweet
Intrigue for the unforgettable burns on your lips
I am fearless in the quest for something different
I won’t leave you behind for we desire the same things
A quest for something only found in dreams
But for those of us who truly believe
Dreams can manifest themselves into our everyday lives
You walk in the light of your own making
Be true to who you are and your light will shine forever
Light the match, start the flame
Let the Phoenix inside rise to claim its rightful place.


Dean Jéan-Pierre
5-30-06…3pm
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(" You walk in the light of your own making" I love that line...strikes a chord)

Careful

I feel your heart
Calling my name
I am not too far
I am always there
If you close your eyes
Wish me close
My heart you will feel
In the palm of your hand
Be careful with what you have
It’s been damaged before
Still, so very fragile
Even after all this time.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
11:21pm….5-29-06
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( Read what is written without inference but merely as an observation into the human psyche. A road most of us have traveled before and once you make it to the other side of pain, there is beauty to be found.)

Neighborhood Watch (poem)

Let your screams of release fill the night air
The whole neighborhood should hear you enraptured
You are being fucked something righteous
Wives sleeping peacefully beside their husbands
Will begin to wonder in amazement what they are missing
The stirrings of desire rears her head between their legs
When they hear your constant screaming and blasphemy
Night after night you call your God’s name in vain
Pray to him and his son Jesus to save you from sin
They all want what you have or just a taste
But a taste would leave them wanting
While you were the one being constantly fed
Two inches short of a foot filled with pleasure
A head filled with thoughts of explosion
Passion like this should be illegal and only available
To the ones who can harness her fiery fire.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-29-06…11:50am
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Lay Still

Imagine me touching your skin
Fleeting like a thought
Staying like a memory
You wish never to forget
Beneath my touch, my fingers
Inside you burning is a silent cry
I hear it,
I won’t stop feeding your ache
In moments it will soon erupt
Bringing us that thing we crave
We are givers of pleasure
Sworn to pleasure each other unequivocally.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-28-06…3:30 pm
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Juvenile Seduction (musing)

Walking from the store a young boy about 16 or so is in front of me. Classically dressed teenager: pants hanging perilously off his butt, rag for his hair hanging out his back pocket, baseball cap tilted to the side. Walking towards us is a beautiful young lady dressed for summer and causing the sun to get hotter. The situation is eminent and I wait for it to unfold. As she reaches him, he turns to her and lust lives in his eyes. He’s a dog and she’s a piece of steak. He hasn’t eaten in months. “Yo…Yo…Ma” he says to her in his best practiced street hustle. Without missing a step she keeps on sashaying down the street, completely disregarding his juvenile try at seduction. For a second, he seems rather confused that this didn’t work, after all it works in the videos. I stifle my laughter and want to tell him that’s not how it’s done. Not that I know, but I definitely know that’s NOT how it’s done. I want to tell that the lust in his eyes would have frightened even a seasoned hooker. You can lust but in your thoughts not your eyes. It can be quite disconcerting, I would imagine. I want to tell that maybe next time he should try a compliment on her sandals to break the ice, but I don’t tell him this he would probably dismiss my advice. So it goes.

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5-28-06

Frolicking

We are dolphins swimming in the ocean
I am the water warm against your skin
Happy just to exist in your world
Frolicking beneath an afternoon sun
Intent on keeping us company
As we go in search of our heart’s content
We find it here in each other
Blissful beyond recognition
Love has a name
And her name is you.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-27-06...11:11pm
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Eric Jerome Dickey

I’m reading Eric Jerome’s Dickey “Genevieve” http://www.ericjeromedickey.com/ and from the first page it grabbed my attention. I’ve read most of his stuff and I don’t recall him ever writing in such an erotic manner before, and the writing is crisp, pulling you along to the next passage. Good to see that 11 books into his career that he hasn’t lost a step and in fact seems to be hitting his stride. Goes to show you that even late in the game you can still up the ante and reach for something deeper than you’ve ever experienced and not settle for merely threading water, but striving to walk on it, even if you fail. The attempt in itself is noble and to strive for it, is the greatest of ideals. To expect more of yourself than anyone ever will isn’t a mark of arrogance but just an innate belief that you are deserving of someone equal to you/beyond you. Spoken like a true Sagittarius...ya.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
www.deanthepoet.com
5-27-06

First Look

From the first look
Passion took his heart away
Ever since he hasn’t been the same
There’s no rhyme or reason
Why two hearts click, it just is
No explanations needed but
The will of God has been done
A look is like looking into his eyes
He smiles back in approval of a choice well made.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
4:25pm…5-27-06
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Save the World

She whispers to her lover
Make love to me as if the world is on fire
The existence of man rest on our shoulders
Release your fire into the heat of my soft flesh
Where together we will gather the strength
Potent enough to populate the earth
Even after your fire has waned
My flesh is still so tender
I will take you again and again
Until your flame is extinguished
And sleep descends on us like death
Coming to take us away to a better place.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-26-06…11:17pm
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Sexfucklove

There’s an ache in your pussy I want to soothe
Dick you down with no inhibitions, total abandon
Inebriated I am from the taste of you so sweet
Nirvana is near my love,
Allow yourself this experience
It might never come again
Let me sexfucklove you with an intensity not yet rivaled by any man
For they know not the secrets quivering quietly in wait for a lover’s touch
To release rivers upon streams of moaning emotions
Let me sexfucklove you because you know I can
Elicit the passion buried deep inside your womb
Bringing forth torrents of sweet rainfall
With a flick of my tongue
Hurricane season will arrive too soon.

Dean Jéan-Pierre
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5-25-06 late night

Everything

Everything you see
Everything you feel
Don’t doubt it’s for real
Accept me for who I am
Don’t hold it against me
For who I’m not
Come to me as you are
A scarred person with flaws
Just like me
Beneath these flaws
I see your true beauty
Not the physical kind that’s temporary
But the kind you need to touch, be a part of
Because it comes from love
And there’s nothing better
Than when she smiles her grace on you.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-25-06…10:54pm
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Shaded Pleasure

From where I lay shaded in your presence
A prayer I say, thankful
That I am the one here
About to receive this blessing of fulfillment
Your legs and inner thighs are warm
Like branches shielding me from summer’s heat
Summer hasn’t yet strayed too far into winter’s arms
She’s here making a home in the sanctuary of your enclosed flower
She will bloom only from the wet touch of my tongue
Whispering her passion for only my ears to hear
The night is listening afraid to close her eyes
Wanting to steal just a moment of our pleasure
Nights like these are what we all live to experience in this life.


Jean-Pierre, Dean
9:05pm….5-23-06…
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Open

There are so many things done in secret
With you I want them out in the open
Unafraid I am to touch you in a way
Let it be known that you’re my woman
Look at you with eyes that are enamored
With all the beautiful things that you are
There will be no doubt, not even for a moment
My eyes and heart are filled with only thoughts of you.


Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-23-06….8:30 pm
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So Surreal

My breath is held
Caught up in my throat once again
I can barely breathe
When I’m in your air
This entire thing is so surreal
Somewhere between fantasy and reality
We exist in our own private nirvana
Stay here with me forever
Let everyone else dream of fantasies
While we reach for ours and live it everyday.


9:52am…5-24-06
Dean Jéan-Pierre
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Patience

He waits until she comes
Quiet in his patience
Observing his surroundings
Passing time until she arrives
Everything is beautiful, well almost
Her presence will complete this idyllic picture
The instant he breathes in her air,
Life begins again.

Dean Jéan-Pierre
5-25-06 on the train this morning
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Just a Thought (musing)

It’s a special feeling to know when you’re in the moment of a life altering memory to have the awareness of body and mind to step back and realize that you’re living life and not merely existing in its vacuum. The ability to grasp its significance and not have to come to the realization later on that you missed it all because you were unaware that beauty was in your midst. Step back, take a look, breathe and embrace it. It might never come again.

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5-24-06
2:48 am

Ocean Waves

Good morning my love
Last night we rode the high seas
Covered in ocean waves of you
We were drenched in all the beautiful colors of passion
Each one more beautiful than the next
Your face was flushed with excitement
Every time I swam against the current
Without thought, you welcomed me inside
A place like this I’ve never seen before
So forgive me if I’m unable to speak
For fear that a single word could break this spell
Causing the magic of this moment to somehow end.


Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-23-06…9:20pm on the train
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Empty Hands

My hands are empty
Without you in them
It makes no sense
To fill them with anyone else
Passion like this can't be duplicated
If it could be, everyone would feel the fire
Roaring out of control to touch you now
My hands would surely burn, but for now
I would be willing to suffer much much more.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
www.deanthepoet.com
5-23-06

An Insatiable Hunger

Your kisses make me hungry
Each one feeds me until I’m full
I’m still insatiable for you even after an hour
Fulfillment of the soul can’t be obtained
Unless we’re completely immersed in each other
Only a temporary state of the unknown is achieved
Until you come back again to feed me
With millions of sweet tingly kisses
That will leave me smiling all day
With the thought of you ever present on my lips.


Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-22-06…7:21pm
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Here She Comes

Here she comes
Propelled by something unseen
Just like a movie, I can hear myself thinking
Cue the music as the audience leans in
Voyeurs sharing in the moment
Holding their collective breaths
Will the fascination of conversation
Live up to the physical confrontation
Will all the words exchanged
Inducing mental masturbation
Countless other secret images cultivated
Culminate with nights of passion
Deep discussions into the wee of the morn
Here she comes just as beautiful as I thought.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-20-06…2:45pm
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Lazy Day

Nothing much happening
Laying around in next to nothing
Just watching you inhabit this space
Tv is on in the background
Music accompanies it with sonnd
My attention is riveted to everything you
Soon Monday will be here interfering
With work and stuff and other mundane matters
Laxy days like these should be the norm.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
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2!17pm…Saturday afternoon
5-20-06

Warm Hands

The warmth of her hands against his face
Sends him in search of the better him
She has this way of making him feel
A better person he can be
He reaches for her hand entwined in his
Closing his eyes he sends a prayer
Everyone should be in love like this
At least once in their life.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-18-06...7:45pm
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Having Tea

A song on her lips
As sweet as a morning kiss
The morning after being ravished
Perpetual smile of a night shared
Sends shivers everywhere that's been touched
In between sips of her favorite tea
Her knees buckle from reminisce
Another one comes whispering through
Her tangled wet feathers,
Falling silently at her feet.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-18-06...7:15pm
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Necklace

Solemn is her face not beautiful but descriptive
The kind you remember at the end of the day
When fleeting images come and go
Easily dissolvable like sugar melting into black coffee
Strung together these images
Are like pearls on a necklace,
Beautiful to behold.


Jéan-Pierre, Dean
9:15am…5-18-06
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New Stuff Poetry and Shorts

Check out some new poetry and shorts that were written last week but not posted:

http://deanthepoet.com/newstuff.htm#poetry_start

http://deanthepoet.com/newstuff.htm#short_start



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A Walk in the Life (the randomness of it all)

A Walk in the Life (the randomness of it all)

A sense of the inevitable
Follows you around like a cloud
Big Brother in the sky
Keeping an eye on you
As you travel through your daily life
Thousands of eyes take your photograph
Each one a distorted picture
Unable to capture the essence of your true beauty
Disposable until the next great thing comes along
It can all be so fleeting, gone
Before a thought is complete
Laid to rest and you give birth to another one
It’s forgotten before you even turn the corner
The absurdity of it all can’t be lost by those of us
Who scrutinize the random occurrences of this existence
The ones who get to be happy when they seem so undeserving
The ones who have cried too many tears and have no reason why
So what do you make of this big budget movie?
With its constant plot twists and ever changing characters
Who’s pulling the strings behind the curtain?
When such randomness of life goes unchallenged.


Dean Jean-Pierre
5-17-06
11:52
Photo: www.olhares.com
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Adore

Before you walk through that door
Be open for a night filled with pleasure
Leave your inhibitions outside
Come knowing it’s you I will adore
That you are deserving of my undivided attention
Let your mind unwind,
Allow your body to indulge my fantasy
Of permitting your thoughts to guide my hand
Through every erogenous zone
Which will elicit the sounds of a woman
Being pleasured by a man who adores her.


Dean Jean-Pierre
5-17-06…2:17pm
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Possessed

Beyond the grasp of the ordinary
A compulsion burns in the pit of my stomach
To touch the greatness still untapped, dormant
Awaiting that spark to set the world on fire
A supreme belief in a higher purpose
Far superior than the caressing of my ego
Looms large over my every waking hour.

Dean Jean-Pierre
5-16-06
7:12pm
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Embrace

An expectant mother’s unbridled joy
A father holding his new born son
A private moment of reflection
Taking pride in how far you’ve come
Obstacles didn’t deter you from your path
Here you stand, a full-fledged success
Waking up without any stress on your mind
The day is ahead with nothing but sunshine
Embrace your life make it special
Find your passion to move your soul
Inspire others with what you know
Embrace your gifts God has blessed you with
We are all special each one of us just different
The perfect ingredients to the melting pot
Blended together could be so beautiful
If we all lived by God’s basic rule
Love your fellow man as you would love yourself
Embrace him with love in your heart
How could he do anything less than accept
The gift of friendship you’ve shown to him.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-16-06…12:44 pm
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Amazed

Is it just a coincidence
That seemingly you know the answers
Just before my words are said
There are things you should not know
For it’s not in my nature to reveal such things
My silence speaks my thoughts
Of what I’m feeling sometimes
I marvel at your ability
To pick up on the subtleties of my moods
Never invading my space
Just enough room to breathe
To find myself again
I am amazed, every time
How easy it is to be with you.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
1:29 am…5-16-06
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( On a kick with one word title theme. I wrote about 7 pieces today not yet posted following this one word title, simple things give me a kick, at times. Other pieces I think are Parched, Legacy, Voice, Growing and a few more...ya)

On Bush

It's 8pm and Pres Bush is speaking about illegal immigrants and border security. There are many ramifications of illegals in this country, but the hope for a better life keeps calling them despite all the inherent dangers of a country that doesn't want them here. I can't fault anyone for wanting the best for themselves and their family being of Caribbean descent myself. Bush's ratings are in the toilets right now, something like 23% and a surefire way for him to boost his ratings is at the end of speech give a nod and say, "Now, go get 'em Jack Bauer." His numbers would rocket overnight. It sounds funny but it wouldn't be too far from the truth. It's amazing what moves people in this country to action: celebrity endorsements, self-promotion of their own selfish needs, but then there are those who are moved by the need to help their fellow man, and there is no higher cause than that.

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5-15-06

Some Words I Love

Endearing, Revel, Passion, Love, Devour, Ravish, Melancholy, Enthralled, Resonate, Fuck, Famished, Forlorn, Illuminate, Rainy Days, Whisper, Reverie, Suspension of Disbelief, Anonymity, Silence, Tangent, Sanctuary, Motherfucker, Abyss, Soothe, Dawning, liquid poetry,

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5-15-06

Kiss of Fire

A kiss drenched in fire
Kiss the lips of a blooming flower
Oceans are released to fertilize the earth
Delicately, almost invisibly
Anticipation makes it feel real
That somehow his lips have eased her ache
Living in that secluded untouched sacred place.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-14-06...5:11pm
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Her Beautiful Mind

The way to her heart is through her mind
Stimulate her with words and their beauty
Open her heart to all life’s possibilities
She will be drunk with passion in anticipation
Of the beautiful Rembrandt your words have painted
Hold her by her dreams give her wings to fly
Taste the sweetness of her beautiful mind
When night falls on a sleeping world
Take ownership of her body and fly with her even higher
To that sacred place where ecstasy and passion awaits your entrance.


Jean-Pierre, Dean
3:09 pm….5-13-06
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Heat

You are heat
So close to the flames
Enveloped by the fire
One touch from you
My heart goes racing
In search of higher ground
Escape is futile at best
Heat captures,
Never releasing its prisoners.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-13-06…2:20pm
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Sweet Ache

Hands of pleasure
Seeks out all her tension
Beneath his fingers
She releases all her worries
Hidden in her tender flesh
He massages away years of stress
She drifts away between sleep and reverie
An ethereal smile etched on her face.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-13-06…1:41 pm
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Sanctuary of My Mind

The morning comes too soon
Dreams of the night still dancing in my mind
The wondrous places I travel are sometimes unbelievable
Conversations with strangers sharing their knowledge
Intently I listen to their magical words
Enslaved by their beautiful thoughts
We vibe in the sanctuary of my mind
A place untouched by outside influences
Allows me to be who I am, the world be damned
In the sanctuary of my mind
I own my thoughts.


Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-13-06…12:40pm
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Starlight Beauty (poem)

Quiet beauty burns with fire
All it takes is a touch, a word
To ignite slow burning embers
Smoldering untouched for far too long
The night will be lit with her passion
Burning brightly like a million stars
Illuminating a darkened sky.

Dean Jean-Pierre
5-12-06…3:39 pm
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Inspiration came today in a moment of quiet.

So You

My hands won't even touch you
For you're far too precious to be soiled
I will revel in your presence
A keen observer of your nuances
Each one quirky and beautiful
Each one, so you.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
7:27pm...5-11-06
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Fleeting Rain (poem)

Rain is falling
So is her heart
Raindrops splatter against our umbrella
Shielding us from the falling sky
The world is walking by oblivious to our lives
Sheltered in their own dreams on this rainy day
We exist in this moment
Encapsulated in a million tiny raindrops
Each one a fleeting observer to us falling in love.

Dean Jean-Pierre
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5-11-06...5:32 pm

Billie Jean (musing)

The radio is playing at work and the familiar drum thumping of a song comes on and I am transfixed for a moment in time. My mind races back to that time when all was beautiful and HE ruled the world. The strains of Billie Jean by Michael Jackson fill the room http://www.mp3lyrics.org/m/michael-jackson/billie-jean and I'm 15 again and Michael is performing on Motown's 25th anniversay special. Everyone knows they're here to see Michael and when he takes the stage alone, hat in hand, sequined glove, highwater pants and the beat starts pumping. Lawdy! The crowd lose their collective freaking minds. I can still see this young black kid in the audience his face stunned at what he is seeing, Michael Jackson live and in control. I remember losing my freaking mind also and knowing that this guy was "IT" and what I was seeing was something special. The same way you know when you watched Michael Jordan, Tiger Woods or Jack Bauer in action. He was a special entertainer. He still is a special entertainer. My mom and brother didn't see what I saw in this guy who they thought was just too freaking weird and too girly (my mom's words). They couldn't see past the eccentricities he exhibited and let the magic of the his music and dancing mesmerize them. Well...maybe they were right...but...I still refuse to believe in anything but the entertainer I enjoyed as child.

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5-11-06
2:25 pm

Nothing Left (poem)

All that’s left to be said has been felt
Words at this point
Would be like killing the dead
Walk away with some dignity
Be a lady when he can’t even be a man
Head held high make your mother proud
Inner beauty in trying times
Is even more alluring to anyone watching
Than all your body parts combined
And even when no one is watching
Show the best of who you are.

(Witnessed this couple fighting a few weeks ago, the memory just flashed in my mind. Guy was really letting her have it and she remained unfazed in his ignorance. Beautiful)

Dean Jean-Pierre
5-10-06
9:50pm
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Never Let It Be Said

Never let it be said
That you left your heart untouched
For what is the purpose of a heart
If not to be loved
If your intention is never to love
To live your life in relative anonymity and safety
Never once taking a chance on yourself
Then there might as well be an empty space
Vacated of anything remotely resembling a heart
Give it to the next soul who’s heart has been broken
But spirit remains intact for they know that life
For all its hurts and pains, promises great rewards
To those who persevere against all odds
Life, like the people who embrace it
Loves a good story and a happy ending
Never let it be said you left your heart untouched
Never let it be said my friend
You were too scared to love.

Dean Jean-Pierre
5-10-06….
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( remnants of melancholy, just a dash or so sprinkled quite nicely)

Walk With My Father

Before my eyes can close
My dreams have taken me away
I'm walking with my father
His hands are around my shoulders
No longer a boy, I'm now a man
No need to hold my hand
I've taken the walk all alone
So we speak about life
And the consequences of actions
His voice is heavy with reminisce,
Sprinkled with some regret
This man, my father, a phantom figure
A voice I have long forgotten so familiar now
He tries to reach for that boy
Now a man, a complete stranger
The further we walk, the closer we get
Both of us desperate to turn back the hands of time
But a wish is just a prayer
That is sometimes never answered.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-10-06....7:55 on the train
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( As I said overcast skies brings on the melancholy. As it should be....as it should be)

One More Time

Her fingers tremble in anticipation
Of a touch that will never come
He incites her with passion like no other man
She yearns to feel his warmth,
Just one more time so she can remember
Their last special night together
The subtleties of his touch,
The hunger in his voice
The way he caressed her cheek
Unknowing to him she was falling in love
All this she wants to commit to memory
Just one more time, just in case
That feeling never comes again.


Jean-Pierre, Dean
5-9-06
9:38pm
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7th Heaven (series finale)

Tonight is the last episode of 7th Heaven http://www.slate.com/id/2141151/ after a ten year run. I remember when the show first came on. It was a breath of fresh air preaching family values and I always felt good about everything after that hour in Tvland. Geek Alert!...lol...It reminded of shows like The Waltons (Goodnight John Boy) and if you remember that..geez you're a geezer. It was good to see a nice wholesome show where mom and dad were always around to lend a helping hand just like The Cosby Show. Seems like a lifetime ago when these things mattered with everything being so fractured these days. Everyone running in different directions, doing their own thing. The glue that held families together seems to be irrevocably broken. The Camdens always gave you somewhere to go to find that feeling again that you couldn't find in your own life. The end of era. Hopefully it gives birth to something equally good in the vacuum that is Tvland.

Her Aura

She smiles easily the way women do
When they have a secret
Which has them floating on air
Discernable not in their words
Just a manner slightly different
From who they once were
Love lives in the air they breathe
A breath of it would have you smiling too.


Dean Jean-Pierre
5-7-06
12:04 pm
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Questions of My Thoughts (Even My Thoughts Have Questions Part# 6)

If you could somehow go back in time to change one mistake or one thing you wish you had or hadn’t done, but you had neither the foresight nor the courage to act on your heart’s premonition what would it be or have you lived under the false assumption all these years that your life would have better if not for that one fateful mistake on that day when you just weren’t yourself but for the rest of your life that day can’t be forgotten***Have you ever just stood still in complete darkness for maybe a few minutes or an hour without the intrusion of sounds but just your thoughts, your own heartbeat and felt the power of your aura vibrating through the room like a caged tiger eager to escape and explore the world***The voice you hear in your mind does it drive you mad because that voice knows everything about you and once in a while don’t you just wish it would shut the fuck up and let you think for yourself, make your own mistakes and find your own way***There are so many good and beautiful people in this world that you will never get to meet and we only sometimes hear about all their good deeds and how much they were loved only when they die; wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could somehow have known in their everyday life as they did great things in their own small, quiet way***Knowing yourself as intimately as you do would you recommend yourself as a friend, lover, husband, wife or would you let the ones who would be close to you know that the further they are from you the happier they will be***What happens to your soul when you prostitute who you are and settle for less than you expect when everything is for sale and the value you once placed on yourself is now a thing of past are you able to look others in the face while holding your head high or are you cringing inside believing that they can see past your façade but they pretend that they can’t all the while pitying you and wondering where the you of old has disappeared to***


Dean Jean-Pierre
5-7-06….1:37am
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Thirst

Water feeds my fire
Flames are fed by desire
An unquenchable thirst burns
A hunger for your touch
Boils in my blood
Just a little bit longer
My passion will be fed.

Dean Jean-Pierre
5-7-06…11:34pm
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My Future Lover

My tastes are quite particular
You're a delicacy I will soon acquire
Just so you know my hunger is insatiable
You've wetted my appetite
Set fire to my imagination
With fantasies of pornographic dreams
Each one ends with you receiving pleasure
In every conceivable position.

Dean Jean-Pierre
8:20pm
5-7-06
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New Short Story

Check out my latest erotica short called "Constant Craving"
http://deanthepoet.com/pages/shorts/constant_craving.htm

In the next week or so new shorts will follow: The Jack Bauer Interview (formerly known as Kiefer Sutherland), The Day Daddy Died and Mowing the Lawn...ya....stay tuned.)

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Fountain of Life

Let a drop not be wasted
Drink me until I’m empty
Devoid of all my strength
Your lips are still moist
From the taste of my nectar
Before another hour has passed
Let me replenish what once was lost
So I can feed you once again.

Dean Jean-Pierre
7:42pm….5/6/06
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Breeze

Thoughts blowing through the breeze
Comes to rest in the branches
A slow wind catches the last one
Giving it flight through the rustling leaves
Taking it somewhere beyond the horizon
My imagination follows, unafraid
Of what lays ahead
My dreams are there waiting to be lived.

Dean Jean-Pierre
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6:36pm
5-6-06
(I was watching this huge tree and the breeze was swirling around in it, and it seemed like they were having numerous conversations, each one trying to be heard amongst the noise.)

Can You Imagine?

Can you imagine a life without love?
Or how it would feel never to be touched
To feel the butterflies of a first love
Fluttering in your heart and giving you wings
Can you imagine never being kissed?
Feeling as if, you were about to lose your very breath
Never did you want it to end, that perfect moment
When you realized that life can be lived in a kiss
Can you imagine if you weren’t in the world?
There would be one less person to love
One less smile to brighten someone’s day
What would the love of your life do without you here?
He would be incomplete without your presence in his life
Can you imagine if God spoke to you one day?
To let you know he’s always been watching
That you’ve never been alone, not even for a minute
Can you imagine God putting his arms around you?
Looking into your eyes and calling you ‘my child’
Can you imagine? Can you?

Dean Jean-Pierre
3:05pm
5-5-06
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Scent of Beauty

The scent of beauty
Lingers in my nostrils still
As if her every pores
Were opened and filled with honey
Long after she leaves
The empty of her seat
Will have me drunk with passion

Dean Jean-Pierre
5-5-06
9:16 am
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(Wrote this on the train this morning. A young lady sits down next to me and it’s as if her presence sucks the air out of the train car. I closed my eyes, inhaled her aroma like some kind of hallucinogen and my mind raced through meadows and streams. Ah, what a trip. Then she was gone and the air-conditioner trapped her scent in the car for the entire ride. Women, are by far, God’s greatest work. Kudos, God. Kudos.

The Journey (poem)

As you sleep my thoughts find you
Merging together our hopes and dreams
Forming a perfect circle for our future
Blessed with happiness and kids
It’s been a journey littered with broken promises
Sometimes too overwhelming to bear
Even after every disappointment you remained a friend
A shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen and slowly love,
Found a home in our hearts
And now,
I can’t imagine the road traveled without you as my companion
A friend, a lover, my husband until the end of forever.

Dean Jean-Pierre
12:21am
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Beauty Intense

A gush of wind kicks up her hair
Heads are turned as she glides on by
Beauty like this is reserved for but a chosen few
The wind has died down but she's still in flight
Gliding past us mere mortals
Who's eyes are blessed to catch a sight
Of Beauty Intense disappearing into the night.


Dean Jean-Pierre
7-19-97
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Dentist Visit (Musings)

Last night I welcomed death because the pain I was feeling from a toothache/nerve damage had me screaming for my mother and God to save my soul on this night, no response. I promised God to right all my wrongs if he sent me a temporary reprieve from this alien pain invading my brain. For hours nothing helped, Vicodin (don't ask me how I have Vicodin) and everything else, but nothing helped me on this night when I thought the freaking world would end. The pain just intensified. I don't know when I fell asleep, I must have passed my ass out and woke this morning and by some sort of divine interventation the pain was gone. I knew it would be back tonight if I didn't take swift action, and by 10 am, the pain was back stronger than ever. I told my supervisor I have to leave now, go find a dentist. Found one a few blocks away and it took about 3 fucking hours for them to see me since I was a walk in. So I go outside for some air and the nurse ( I don't know their names) says to me no eating and no drinking. I agree, but I'm so fucking hungry I hadn't eaten all day. The minute I step outside I buy me an ice cream. Heh, how is she gonna know. Back inside the doc is ready for me so I say listen Doc, I have no tolerance for pain so put my ass to sleep. I cried all last night and I have no more tears. Put my ass to sleep! He made me sign a few forms and in minutes I was in Lala land swimming with the fish. When I woke up it was like it was all a dream, the pain was gone and my brain was quiet again. I'm given instructions not to spit so that means I have to swallow all that nasty ass blood so the wound can clot-I don't think so. I'm not a vampire so spit I will and spit I am doing. Lesson here is one couldn't procrasinate. I've known for months I needed to get this done and it took me bawling like a baby on the floor of my apartment to get some help. Always thought I was smarter than that. I guess not...ya.

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Quickie Tonight

From out of nowhere comes flying out the window in the building next to me, a ladder. It crashes through through the glass sending shards of death flying five floors below. Anyone walking on the sidewalk would have filleted to death, but luckily for that death defying second the sidewalk had been empty. Within seconds, supervisors come flying out the building to access the damage or more accurately find out if there would be any lawsuits. That's the pessimist in me. They probably were concerned, but in this day and age we are a litigious society out for the fast and easy buck, or couple millions. The building is the Pfizer building.


Death is running rampant through my mouth right and the pain is burrowing straight to my brain unimpeded. This kind of pain makes you wish for death. A dentist will have to do, pronto, pronto....

Innate Knowledge

When I touch you, it will be as if I’ve always known
The things that please you but you would never say
A soft kiss to your neck followed by a deep bite
Sweet pain of pleasure shakes you to your very core
An innate knowledge of your wants and desires
Not a word you’ve ever said about things of that nature
You’re a lady, a woman, and quiet in her needs
Your body speaks to me through my fingertips
Whispering all where it aches
Relax, allow me to release your pleasure
All over my face.


Dean Jean-Pierre
12:51 am
5/1/06
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Cool Website

Check out this website. It's a forum for writers to post short stories, art and poetry of an erotic nature. I've posted a few things, check out this month's posting written exclusively for Bare Back by me...cool.

http://www.barebackmag.com/poetrysuchabeautifulsight.html