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Steven Dean Poem
I reach deep down inside, into my chest of gold
Digging and searching, for that courage of old
To conquer my fears, and get through the pain
To have faith that it'll be ok, so I don't go insane
Found my token of treasure, I give it a kiss
Thankful to have what I need at a time like this
Seems so impossible to face the world, but I just cant quit
Wont be able to reach the mountaintop, if I'm prone to sit
One step at a time, eyes forward and never looking back
My mind's focused, now my heart's steady and surely on track
Head's to the sky, like a steel mountain it can't go down
Too far along in my journey, too late to turn around
Slipped and stumbled on a rock, there’s no time to stop
Gotta get back up, keep going, yes I can see the top
Body rapidly weakens, but the spirit remains strong
Since I last got to breathe and rest, it’s been far too long
Finally the time is near, almost at my destination
Made it this far with poignant love and motivation
Fingertips extended out, within my reach, I want it bad
I can make it, I can do it, despite the challenges I just had
Standing at the top, on my feet, inhale a chunk of air
Looking down, what the world thinks of me, I don't care
It's my biggest dream that I've accomplished and achieved
It's in myself that I finally trusted and truly believed
Life's a workout, give it your all till the last rep
Can't fulfill your destiny, till you take the first step.....
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Steven Dean Poem
A world of passion, where happiness is the norm
Sun is peaking out, even in the midst of a storm
Trees striking poses, grass dancing with the wind
Heaven's tears of joy, falling to the surface end
Mother nature's air consumed with gratifying bliss
Angels smiling down sending their satisfying kiss
A gentle melody, is sung by vocal bees and birds
Carried away by God's harmonious words
Life grows sweeter, with every newborn second
Each moment is cherished, like the wise would reckon
Regret is extinct, great memories are everlasting
Hate is discriminated, pure love is always blasting
Fulfillment never lacked, distributed to all who care
Happiness inserted into all the hearts willing to share
Kids playing in the fields, completely spirit free
Adults laughing in awe of everything they see
It seems so fictitious, yet it's extremely real
Life is love, and love is what we should feel
Matters of the heart, pursued in a sincere fashion
The world is what you make it, when chasing your passion
By: Steven Dean Jr.
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Steven Dean Poem
She’s my pretty little secret, locked up in my heart
She keeps the sensations flowing to every body part
Together we work naturally, and effortlessly as one
Making things happen, a little business then alotta fun
There’s no other, that my secret wants to be kept by
Gotta hold on to her, she’s bad like a sinful lie
What we have is the truth, something we’ll forever share
To each other we stay true, to do opposite, we wouldn’t dare
This secret constantly sticks with me, like the feeling of guilt
Been holding it in for too long, so much anxiety is being built
I'm lucky to know her, she makes me feel rich, does a lot for me
She’s one of a kind, and real special, so I call her lottery
The thought of my secret, creates an eruption deep down
Everyday I’m yearning to tell her, “Baby I’m in town”
She a little secret, but far bigger than the average size
Communicates with mother nature, can make the sun rise
Can make the dying tree blossom, and the smiling cloud weep
Knows all the right moves to make, even during her sleep
Always keeping me relaxed, and doing things I cannot say
Got me all loose, focused, and ready for the next day
Everything keeps on getting better, got her in my life
Ready to produce some secret kids, make her my secret wife
When we’re alone, each second is a thousand minutes in all
If there’s anything on my mind, she’s the one I would call
Can let out all my intense feelings, she’s not one to judge
Supporting and forgiving, she won’t ever hold a grudge
My ways of thinking and loving, have all been rearranged
She makes my world do flips and turns, all one big crazy ride
Royal, important, and lucky, how she makes me feel inside
To get rid of this secret, is equivalent to being a fool
When my fire’s burning, she does nothing but keep it cool
I can grab her hand, take her to the stars and the moon
But she can play with time, have my midnight flipped to noon
Magnificent in every way she is, no better does it get
Nothing can be compared to her, my pretty little secret
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Steven Dean Poem
I’m a Jamaican man, wondering about this Italian Mystery
She’s oh so beautiful, and I’m dying to know all her history
Talked to her online, and now we’re meeting face to face
All the words I once knew, have now vanished without a trace
She about as tall as me, boy am I not a midget
Standing strong and confident, managing not to fidget
Her eyelids hang low, her pupils play hide and seek
Got me guessing what she thinking whenever she speak
Voice light and sweet, but carries heavy demand
Smiles big and bright, until I reach out for her hand
She got jokes from a riddle book, it’s such a shame
Makes me worried she’ll beat me at my own game
She lives her life for Christ, a daughter of God
At the gates of heaven, we know she’ll get the nod
Her personality’s addicting, is this a Godly drug
Ask me if there’s even a such thing…….now I shrug..
Playful, sexy, and serious, yes all three in one
Skills, powers, and tricks, no I’m still not done
What’s with this Italian, how did she come about
Solving this riddle, makes me wanna dance and shout
The answer to all this is simple, cause now it’s for me
I’m gonna keep it a secret, since it’s my Italian Mystery
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Nothing about her is wrong, really such a marvelous creation
Not one error was made on her, she's the perfect hallucination
Everytime I turn my head, I see her right before my eyes
She smiles and holds out her hands, that's where my heart lies
I reach to touch her skin, and quickly she dissolves
Not even realizing the amount of emotion, this involves
My mind's losing control, it's believing she'll actually stay
Then the heart stops beating, once again she flashed away
Her voice never leaves my head, a masterpiece describes the sound
Hearing her call out my name, she's the fox and I'm the hound
She stays sassy and sexy, her sweet scent fills up my nose
I can't focus on anything, how loud my heart pounding grows
Only she knows how to steal my love, time and time again
She vanishes at the worst moments, yet to hate her would be a sin
The anxiety to see her again, is full and ample
Spent less than three seconds with her, only a sample
Desperate to taste her lips, and stroke her hair
She looks so real, but she's fake, this is so unfair
Her physical beauty is just so exemplary and dreamy
She beguils me, wondering what she thinks when she sees me
I wait impassively for her to randomly appear again
I titillate at the thought of what I might see her in
One day I'll claim her, a ghost I must make mine
The perfect hallucination, with a love so divine
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I wake up bright and early, then look to my side
A smile takes over my face, and so does my pride
Watching you sleep in peace, and I forget to blink
“Thank you God”, is the first and only thing I could think
How I ended up here with you, the answer circulates my mind
My body starts to titillate, cause you're just so hard to find
Temperature on the rise, a volcano in pre-eruption
Trying to hold back, so your sleep don't get interruption
I had put my list for santa, underneath the bare tree
Now my first request is laying here, right next to me
Close my eyes, just to confirm that I”m not dreaming
My lips are sealed, but my heart's plausively screaming
All that I truly wanted, is up close in my possession
Keeping your love forever, is my only real obsession
Promise to cherish you, and treat you with utmost care
Like a purified diamond, baby you're extremely rare
Your skin is the wrapper, and your face is the bow
But the present underneath it all, is what I wanna know
Re-open my eyes to catch you demonstrating a grin
My head is enamored, trying to take all of this in
Our pupils lock, saying silent words, making my heart shift
Closer to you, can't wait to show the world, I got the best gift
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This is the moment we must realize
That for us this is now the last time
Whatever we do now like we used to
It’s nothing short of a real crime
This was something that I never wanted
It’s something that I had never intended
I’d always pictured us with a good ending
But yet here we are, look how we ended
Though I really love you so much
And I’m wanting my life with you still
We taking two separate paths now
You will love him now, I know you will
We’re together this one last time
As two people who express all love and gratitude
Love so perfect and strong, after this moment
We can talk about you and him without attitude
This is the last time we get to think
That me and you are supposed to be together
That we’ll make a perfect family
And it’ll just be us two happy, forever
It’s the last time I’ll look oh so deep
Deep into those beautiful and hypnotizing eyes
To actually tell you how much I love you
And that it’s only with you that my heart lies
After this we can only remain intimate
In our memories, thoughts, or in our dreams
That’s a new mission for us to accomplish
Which may be easier for you than it seems
The last time is now, that we touch
As two people who are more than just friends
Now we have to take that good, pure, and true love
Mix it with the innocence, and see how it blends
No longer can I even let you see
That my love for you is just so strong
My emotions and love for you can’t be shown
Otherwise on my part, it’d be all wrong
This is the last time that I ask
For you to really consider taking me back
Before these next years go by and it’s
Only our true happiness we both lack
For the last time, thanks for everything
And all the lessons you helped me learn
You have the most amount of love and trust
From me that anyone could ever earn
For the last time you should know
I love you with all my heart, body, and soul
And that only you can complete me
You’re the other piece that makes me whole
Through all of life and eternity will you be
The Queen of my heart, and know that I’m
Never going to love again after this moment
You are it, baby this is the last time
Copyright © Steven Dean | Year Posted 2012
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