Blue Skies

Still, beyond the realm of possibility
The thought of you inhabits my quiet
Your love walks in my shadow
And I know you are there like shy sunshine
Peeking out from behind the clouds
Your warmth is a welcome feeling
Cascading over me free of the clouds
Nothing stands between us now
It’s just you and I love
Open road ahead and clear blue skies.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
12-28-06…11:10am
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Soul Eyes

Words are passion
An energy of your spiritsoul
When spoken honestly
From the heart
They carry the weight
Of your life’s conviction
Look a person in their eyes
The reflection of their soul, unfiltered
Will be a canvas already painted
A sentence already spoken
A thought already completed
Love already in transition
From energy into a life form
Connecting two persons
Beyond this transitory life
When energy disappears, love still lives
As it always will.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
12-28-06…10:55am
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Allow Me

If you allow me to touch
Every part of your being
It’s a feeling that will stay with you
Everyday for the rest of your life
For you see, I know the secrets that lay hidden
In the beauty of your heart
I know the inner cravings that consume your thoughts
Of someone to love you with a fever that’s unquenchable
Everyday the fire burns brighter and you want it more
Because you know happiness can at times be fleeting
If you allow me to touch you my love
I will make you believe in a love that’s all consuming.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
12-21-06…11:28am
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Sweet Taste

You taste sweet
You remind me of summer
When a cold glass of water
Is the answer to every man’s prayer
Won’t you quench my thirst
With just a kiss from your lips
Now that I think of it
You taste like spring
Fresh, like falling rain
Drench me in your downpour
That I will so patiently wait for
Slow like molasses release your honey
Into my waiting reservoir
And I will want for nothing else
But the sweet taste of your fragrance
Forever living inside my being.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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2:59pm
12-10-06

Sundays

Your touches feel like love
Your kisses taste like fire
You left your heat in the sheets
I roll into it to steal your warmth
You've finished drinking your coffee
Sundays are always the best days
When we're together.

Dean Jean-Pierre
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12/9/04
(A taste of some older stuff. It's good to see the maturation of my flow.)

Not A Word

Let your soul speak to me
When you no longer have the words
Everything you want to say, I already know
It is love that lives in the air we share
A heat of passion so humid that one more breath
You might very well collapse in my arms
So not a word from you my love
For all I already know,
Every sweet syllable that lives in your heart.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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11:01pm..12-11-06

Who Knows

The day begins in silence
Another day of life we’re blessed with
Who knows when it will be your last
Live life with spiritual freedom
With renewed passion
As God intended for your special life
Secular religion is something I know something of
Where arbitrary rules of human conduct are written in words
Preached to the masses in hateful action
Devoid of the inclusiveness we should all attain to reach
Who knows when God will call you home
But until then, the path of your life you choose
We are born into religion
But spirituality is your individual choice to freedom.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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8:11pm
12-10-06

God the Superhero

Just in time again
When all seems lost again
That you’re once again forgotten
Something happens to restore your faith
That you are not anonymous
That your life does matter
That God the Father has bigger plans for you
Than you have for yourself
And even when your inner voice has grown silent
He hears your prayers because he is always listening
Just in time again, God the superhero
Saves the day with his Omniscient love.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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6:01pm..12-9-06
(The mood of benevolence and grace has struck me today and I remember once again to be humble which is no easy task but the face of one angel constantly runs through my mind….and I remember.)

Heavenly Father

We enjoy the gift of your grace
All you ask of us is to be thankful for our blessings
Walk in your footsteps and give to those who are needy
Too often, we get caught up in the importance of our lives
We don’t realize that in silence many are suffering
The simple gift of listening and being a friend
Would be the bridge of kindness they need
To get them to the next day
Where God is waiting to heal whatever ails their hearts
God is love, I can still hear those words of my Aunty Talin
To her, there is no deeper truth than these words
On this day may his love fill the souls of all his children
Who are lost and in need of his love.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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5:37pm
12-9-06

(Written with thoughts of someone who recently lost her mother to cancer. God never gives us anything he knows we can’t handle. He is All Knowing.)

Make Them Proud

The driving force in your life
Is to make your parents proud
Success or fortune has its rewards
But knowing the sacrifices made by others
On their strength you now stand
Lessons they’ve taught to you
Is now passed down to your children
The words one day you will understand
Now makes perfect sense
The times when you thought they didn’t love you
When the punishment didn’t fit the crime
Little did you know they were preparing you for life
Thank you doesn’t seem enough to say
To repay them for the sacrifices made
Raise good children who are giving
Your debt of gratitude will be fully paid
That, would make your parents proud.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
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12-9-06…4:24pm

Falling

Catch me I’m falling
Like a shooting star
Tumbling out of the sky
Right into your arms
The night is beautiful
Filled with so many possibilities
And all I want on this evening
Is for us to fall in love
Write our own beautiful story
So everyone can read and be inspired
That on any given night
A shooting star will blaze its way across the sky
And change your life forever.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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6:27pm
12-07-06

God's Son

The promise of my life
Hasn’t been fulfilled as yet
There is work yet to be done
Though at times,
I feel as if I’m fighting a losing battle
Strength finds me in moments of solace
Where I speak to my thoughts
Searching for the truth in my heart
And the answer is always don’t give up
It’s the voice of God
My biggest supporter, urging me on
For only he truly knows the passion
That stirs deep within my soul
The many nights melancholy has sent me close to the edge
In the shadows he patiently stood
Waiting for me to find myself
The promise of my life
Is a testament to the faith he has placed in me,
God’s son.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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10:27pm
11-28-06

Spark of Passion

Passion, like the sun’s heat
Has me enflamed with thoughts so seductive
My mind is hallucinating and has me believing
That it’s your lips I’m kissing
Your body I’m feeling
Igniting memories that lay sleeping
In the recesses of my heart
Passion sparked at the right instant
Sends waves of emotions crashing
And I once again remember what we once shared
We blazed a path to glory got caught up in the rapture
Of love’s seductive glare and I can’t help but recall
That look you wore on your face
The first time you saw me
Such a thrill it was to finally be in your presence
Forever will I remember, that initial spark of passion.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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7:12 pm
11-25-06
(Posting this from an airport in Las Vegas...should be posting alot more stuff soon..stay tuned...cool.)