Homeless (Musing)

Yesterday, a homeless black man approached me on my way to Starbucks. Everyday there’s someone with their hands out trying to get some of what you don’t have to give. His hands were outstretched and no words came from his mouth. I don’t have any change I lied through my teeth. He pointed to Commerce Bank. They have change over there he said, but I wasn’t about to turn back to get change- not with the thirst of Starbucks on my lips. I will give you something when I get back and I kept on walking. For some reason, I thought he would be gone by the time I got back but he was still there, standing in front of the church (I didn’t realize until that moment that I had blatantly lied in front of a church). Coffee in hand, his eyes met mine as I walked towards him. I fumbled in my pockets looking for some coins but I really didn’t have any change. Slowing down, I looked at him intently and asked why he was homeless. The question was more accusatory than my actual need to garner information. He looked pretty healthy to me and I saw no reason why he couldn’t hold down a job no matter how menial the work. He explained to me that his house had burnt down a few days ago and he was in a shelter, but he might as well be homeless because shelters were like being in hell. I nodded at him as he spoke and I detecting an accent. I’m from Haiti he said and I said a few words in Creole to him. He smiled. We exchanged some more words and he was genuinely excited to speak to me. The kinship of speaking a common language with this homeless man on the sidewalks of New York in the middle of rush hour made me realize the disservice I had paid him. His name was Julien. I gave him a few measly bucks and as I left, he stretched out his filthy hands to me and I shook it. The least I could do was show him the respect of being a human being.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
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6-27-06….8pm

Do You Ever Worry?

Do you ever worry
That your life hasn’t served any purpose
With so much suffering in the world today
Have you done your part no matter how small
Just a tiny voice can make a world of difference
To someone in despair
To know that someone cares for you
Can give you the will to survive
Even when you believe you have nothing to live for
Silence doesn’t mean no one is listening
Any day now the blessings you don’t see
Because you’re bogged down in the misery of your own existence
Will walk through the door and the light of God
The strength of his love shall will you to the next day
That’s the beauty of faith, unseen,
It can make you believe that at any minute life can change
Tomorrow will be a better day
Do you ever worry, that maybe
Your best isn’t good enough
And if it isn’t then what should you do next
We are all blessed with a special talent
Find yours, nurture it and give it to the world
You might never know,
If something you said touched another soul
And in return, they will touch someone too
Save another life today
That’s the beauty of giving, sharing
It creates a circle of human beings
Caring for the betterment of each other
Looking beyond your own selfish needs
And more concerned with the welfare of your fellow man
Do you ever worry
That the person you were meant to be
Died a slow death years ago and you didn’t even know
That the face staring back in the mirror is an imposter
Where have you gone? Why did you take so many years off?
Cruising through life without any purpose
Leaving your talents in the wasteland to rot
What you are blessed with is not yours to waste
What is given can easily be taken away in the space of your next breath
Keep that in mind the next time
You bemoan the fiction of your miserable existence
When there are people less fortunate than you
Who would love to be as miserable as you are someday
Keep that in mind, my friends
The next time you bitch and moan about something inconsequential.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
1:06pm….6-24-06
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Gnarls Barkley

Had to share this with people who love music and lyrics. Who would've thought Cee-Lo could reach into his soul and come up with this stuff. Listen to the lyrics, feel the hope, the despair-great stuff. " I remember when I remember, when I first lost my mind" great first line. Listen and watch...ya. First link is the video and second link is for the lyrics....cool

http://mockingmusic.blogspot.com/2006/06/gnarls-barkley-next-lord-of-sith.html

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/gnarlsbarkley/crazy.html

Jean-Pierre, Dean
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Ticking Seconds

With every passing second
Time takes us further apart
Wherever I am you can be sure
You are on my mind
And breathing in my heart
My feelings for you grow stronger
With each passing thought
I will make my way back to you
As soon as I can love,
But in the meantime, know that
Wherever you are,
I am right there with you.

Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-21-06…11:43am
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Everlasting

Be happy with your blessings
Wish not for things you don't need
Appreciate the small gifts you've been given
Be thankful you were chosen for life
Your next breath could be your last
Make this thought about someone special
For if you close your eyes
Your last memory will be of love.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-20-06…7:54pm
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For Our Pleasure

Your breathing is labored
Thoughts I’m having of you
Should be shielded from prying eyes
The sheer intensity would set them on fire
The things I’m doing to you has you whimpering
Begging me to stop…and I won’t
Because I’m addicted to your sugar
Natural and sweet, unrefined, just how I love to dine
In my hands, all I yearn to do is give you pleasure
I am your pussy whisperer,
Able to dick you down with the greatest of ease
I stand ready to do anything you want
For your pleasure I am insatiable at all times.

Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-20-06…5:43 pm
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My Eyes

Through my eyes
I wish you could see yourself
How truly beautiful you are to me
Your smile is something truly wondrous
Specially created by God
To brighten this sometimes unhappy world
A thing of beauty to be put on display
Allowing all to see
When your heart is happy
How wonderful life can truly be.

Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-20-06…12:23 pm
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Passion for You

In a few hours
The sweetness of you
Will be wrapped in my arms
The passion of you
Consumes me to no end
Let Luther sing us into the night
Marvin will take us to a crescendo
When you come down I will be waiting
As I always will be with a passion for you.

Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-20-06…2:54 pm
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Musings

So you wake up one morning and you decide that you’re in love. What got you to this place? What event transpired to turn great liking into love, into BEING in love. I remember one time a girl I was dating said to me “Dean, I love you, but I’m not IN LOVE with you,” at the time it sounded like bogus hocus pocus crap to me. But there is a difference, and it’s the difference that makes relationships so hard. Knowing that someone is in love with you but you only have friendly feelings for them. It becomes a difficult mind field to navigate when you try to do the “good thing” but the only good thing is honesty which of course is easier said than done. Anyway, I digress from my original point of suddenly falling into a garden and love is there waiting for you smelling all good and looking quite beautiful. There has to be a point of transition, like turning a corner when the scenery changes and everything takes on an increased urgency and what you’re doing becomes relevant and not merely a casual afterthought. I’ve tried through the years to pinpoint that exact moment when the clock struck love and I found myself on the other side of investing myself in someone. Just a thought. Do with it what you may…ya.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-19-06….10pm
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Musings

Everything we supposedly do in this life is with the intent to be happy. The material possessions, education, raising a family, finding out who we are and the search for love is a direct correlation to happiness. So when all these things happen and fall into place making the prospect of happiness not merely an ideal, but something that’s attainable, it can be a frightening prospect to realize that its within your grasp. It’s now incumbent upon you to be personally responsible for nurturing the happiness of another human being. If you mess up your life, well, it’s only your happiness you’re screwing with, but now to screw with someone else’s happiness is the greatest of all pressure. That being said, we should all perform at the highest level when everything is on the line, and a second chance is a concept that doesn’t even register on your mind screen.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-19-06…9:30pm
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Beautiful Life

Blessed I am
To be the man
You chose to love
Everyday I pray to the One
Who saw something in me
I didn’t see in myself
Love has a way of making you believe
You’re better than you are
Slowly, belief turns into reality
Effort is rewarded and good people aren’t forgotten
The person you dreamed you could be
Now actually exists,
The power of love is a beautiful thing
When faith and dreams merge into a beautiful life.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-13-06…9:57pm
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Love taking Flight

My love for you takes flight
I’m walking and dancing
To the music playing in my heart
An orchestra is singing your praise
Every note wrought to perfection
Every few steps I have to stop and listen
Tears of joy rain in my heart
And I’m hardly believing
That love can be so fulfilling
In a few minutes I will be home
We can dance to the words
We’re living in our hearts
To end the day with the woman you love
There’s nothing better in this life.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-13-06…8:40pm
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Hand on my Heart

Put your hand on my heart
Close your eyes and you will hear
How fast it beats for your love
Never have I felt something so deep,
A love so abiding it needs no explaining
There is truth in your eyes
No questions need be asked
For I know you love me as I do you
The words may as well be written across your face
That love has captured your heart
Given you faith again in something beautiful
Everyone can see you’re a woman in love
True love has arrived and there is no one more deserving
Put your hand on my heart
The music you hear
Is the sound of a man embracing his future.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-12-06…10:17pm
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Second Time

To believe that your time has come
Leave your heart open again to so much pain
A road once traveled filled with sadness
You swore you would never come this way again
Love came calling one day, unexpected
So here you go again throwing caution to the wind
Praying this time that love will be kind
Hold you in her womb like a mother loves a child
Caress you with the sweetness of a sweet lullabye
Kiss you with a fever that will burn eternal
Touch you so gently as if she was always there
Second time around, love please stay
Don’t abandon me again.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-11-06…7:53pm
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God Watches

Under a watchful sky
A beautiful picturesque day
God looks down on us
Through the windows of the clouds
Smiling, that his children are listening
Living life in the now
And not waiting for the future
They’re making love to life
Kissing her sweetly in true appreciation
For all that she gives without wanting anything in return
Except for her children to be happy
A wayward breeze rustles through the leaves overhead
It’s the voice of God answering silent prayers
Of couples falling in love.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-11-06…7:24pm
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Written at Haines Point

Under the Dryer

Her eyes are closed
She’s deep in thought
Dreaming of a future
With only him
Love fills her heart
She can’t imagine a life
Devoid of what they share
Everyday, she can’t imagine loving him more
Somehow she does and love grows deeper still
Setting roots in her heart
And planting something beautiful each and every day
A new discovery of the mystery
Of what lovers before her have always known
When you truly love someone
Love is infinite and always growing into something deeper.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-10-06…1:52pm
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Strength in Silence

Love is quiet
Beautiful to observe as it grows
When two people know
That the time in their lives is now
To watch love embrace two hearts
Make them one in unison is a thing of beauty
To watch love move slowly, quietly and unafraid
Knowing, in this time and space she will be nurtured
Free to grow undeterred
When left to her own devices,
Love is her own best friend
True friends, won’t let you down.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-10-06…2:03 pm
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Creatures of Habit

We are creatures of habit
When love beats in our heart
We fall under her spell
We adhere to the rules of the universe,
And not of man
There is freedom in believing
That an all encompassing love
Is enough to give you life
From her breath you suckle her passion
You see her vision of love through the ages
Your love is included on that beautiful strand
Just one of countless hearts
Touched by that something special
Indescribable, but universally known.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-10-06…10:45am
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You Are

All you need to know
From this moment on
Is you’ve laid claim to my heart
Never will there be another
All I’ve ever wanted I found in us together
You are the woman
I’ve been searching my whole life for
Now that you’re here
Everything makes sense for very the first time.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-9-06…9:10pm...Greyhound bus
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First Sight

At first sight my eyes did see
A beauty unlike anything I’ve ever seen
She came to me with a familiar look
As if she had known me all her life
From where this beauty came
I have no idea except to say
Forever I hope she will stay
Rare indeed it is to find such a treasure
Wandering, untouched in plain sight, unrecognized
My eyes did see an angel indeed
Plucked from the heavenly skies
Right into my waiting heart.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
6-9-06…11:40am
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For the Rest

For the rest of my life
For the rest of yours
Forever we will be in love
The way we feel today
I want to feel this way forever
Knowing someone loves you something beautiful
With a passion without equal
Is the most powerful feeling on earth.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
6-8-06…10:25am
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Anything For You

There's nothing too small
There's nothing too big
Ask of me and I will
Without prompting or selfish thoughts
I put myself in your shoes
Try to see how you feel
Anything for you within my power
I will make it happen to make you happy
Anything for you,
Ask of me and I will.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
6-6-06...11:27am
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Time

Time will pass unnoticed
Seconds will turn into minutes
Hours will fade into days
The clock will tick away your misery
Until you see her again
And only when your eyes come to rest on her
Will you breathe a sigh of relief
Time no longer stands still
The world is moving again
Sounds of laughter has returned
Everything gray now is filled with color
Time has set you free
You’re no longer a prisoner
Time, once again, is a friend of yours.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-5-06…10:34pm
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Fresh Air

Somewhere in the wind
Your scent I smell, just barely tingling
Refusing to get lost among the others
With the coming of spring
The air is filled with nature’s scents
Nothing arouses me more
Than to inhale you deeply
After your sweet rain has fallen
Laying claim to all my senses
I will soon be aroused again
Drenched in the wetness of your nest.

Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-5-06…4:13 pm
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Tongue Strokes

Heat rises from your body beneath my fingers
Descends on me like a warm shower
The sounds you’re making already has me swimming
Deep strokes, short strokes, side strokes anything for your pleasure
Your mind is lost somewhere between dueling worlds of existence
Inside the warmth of my mouth my tongue is hungry
Anxious to taste your sweetness that will be devoured
You lay there awaiting the instant
The heat of my tongue sucks your nectar from its flower
Get comfortable, you will be there for hours.


Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-5-06…5:14pm
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Physical Pain

A heart that hurts with love
Is a physical pain being lived
Torn from the ache of missing
The hand that calms those fears
A suffering like this lives in silence
Walks in your shadow, like you, it is waiting
Until the next time love takes you in her arms
The pain of heartache will cease to exist
When love again makes her entrance.


Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-5-06…11:28am
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Empty Space

There’s an empty space in my bed this morning
Where you slept still holds your secret
The walls are still hot from our lovemaking
The scent of passion is now subtle,
But it won’t soon be forgotten
If I close my eyes allow my mind to drift
The taste of you is still so sweet
Courses through my veins like honey
A natural high that only love could bring
Until you come back my darling
Your space will remain empty.

Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-5-06…11:28am
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Beyond Words

There are moments
When words can’t aptly convey
The rush of emotions being felt
They would be inadequate to express
The wonderment living in your heart
To explain the feeling that at any second
Your heart could leap from your chest
Like a fish flying through water
You are at the mercy of someone’s discretion
At any second an inadvertent word, a look of bewilderment
A protracted silence, a pregnant pause
Has you contemplating your very existence in this world
To live so precariously through the eyes of another
Is a balancing act few will ever master, but
When love comes calling we all fall at her feet
In hopes of keeping her happy forever.


Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-5-06…12:10 am
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Spiritual Awakening

On this day a piece of heaven was sent to me
Reaffirming my faith that in life
Second chances are given
That love can be found again
Even when you’re not looking
God has this way, his sense of humor I guess
Surprising you when you least expect
Answering your heart’s prayers
From your lips to his ears
From that silent wish an angel appears
The day before her only the coldness of loneliness existed
Is now a slowly fading memory into nothingness
A new picture is being painted filled with love
A touch of God, a touch of you and everything else she brings
Life begins anew just in time for spring.


Jéan-Pierre, Dean
6-4-06…11:52pm
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Whispering

From my lips to yours
Whispering to both your lips
Can you hear my secret wish
Breathing on my lips is a kiss
In need of your nectaral pleasure
To appease the hunger that’s been yearning
For a taste of your buried treasure
You saved only for me
So grateful I am for the offering
From your cup I will drink
Appeasing my insatiable thirst, temporarily.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-3-06…2pm
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Mind Fuck

The pleasure of words and all its mental imageries
In the context of the right phrase
Positioned between obliging purveyors of pleasure
Spoken from the tongue of a true believer
These words can be filled with power
Incite the most docile of person with passion
Strength can be garnered even when unseen
A mind fuck probes our deepest secret desires
Unearths passion we’re not truly aware of
Once your thoughts are enflamed and illumination descends
Your imagination ventures in search of something deeper
A need to transcend the ordinary
Inhabit the words of metaphors, adjectives, nouns, verbs and similes
In your new place of the awakened psyche
A mind fuck daily is required reading.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
6-1/06…9am
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The Wind

Swayed by her scent
The wind follows her trail
In obvious awe of this wondrous creature
There are sails, birds and airplanes
In need of his attention
His focus is distracted
Everything stands still, in wait
Dependent on his return
Even the wind has a dream to fulfill on this morning.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
6-1-06…9:15am,
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