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Dwayne Chastain
http://dwaynechastain.purpledream.com |
WELCOME TO MY HOMEPAGE!
What Matters
04/22/03
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A thunderstorm, a foot of snow.
 Won't matter to me, I hardly know.
A case of the flu, an aching knee.
Won't matter to me, I can hardly see.
Need a new roof, the grass won't rise.
Won't matter to me, it's no surprise.
Growing older, glass is half empty.
Won't matter to me, I have lived plenty.
Some folks say, At forty it starts.
Won't matter to me, won't play those parts.
Maybe I am wrong, could I realize.
Could matter to me, I need a surprise.
If there life out there? Am I just a hermit?
Could matter to me, Can I live up to it?
Days are going by, no time to waste.
It matters to me, I will start with haste.
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Breathless
05/01/03 |
No time to reflect, no time to contemplate.
Hours going by, will get their very late.
Where has the time gone? I want to settle down.
Living for the weekend, back and forth to your town.
I'm Breathless, I'm running, all to be with you.
I'm Breathless, I'm running, making it come true.
What would I be doing? Would I be satisfied?
Sitting at home alone, wishing I had tried.
Would I settle down? Is that what I want to be.
Could I be my parents? Not really what I see.
I'm Breathless, I'm running, all to be with you.
I'm Breathless, I'm running, making it come true.
Used to dream of a family, always thought I would.
Settled for being so average, In a suburban neighborhood.
Maybe I needed some thrill, Nothing more than fun.
Thinking of being beside you, Why would I want to run.
I'm Breathless, I'm running, all to be with you.
I'm Breathless, I'm running, So much to pursue.
I'm Breathless, I'm running, Making it come true.
I'm Breathless, I'm running. No longer feeling blue.
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Substance
05/11/03 |
Things were all rosy, Things were okay.
I opened my heart, I was ready that day.
You needed attention, You wanted my touch.
What was the purpose? You expected so much.
You took and not gave, broke the golden rule.
I was playing your game, now I am the fool.
How dare you apologize, how could you not see.
That through these times, you meant something to me.
Half a century is gone. and still there you sit.
So bitter, so lonely, a life full of regret.
What is important to you? Anything that is real?
You live in the past, your happiness you steal.
How could you betray me? Please tell me why.
Is there substance within you? Do you ever cry?
Remember this story, remember those times.
I was there for you, Me and my rhymes.
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Monument
07/25/03
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Build me a tower, A tomb of gold.
I need to be remembered, I am getting so old.
Does granite not age? Is a pyramid to massive?
Times going by, can't afford to be passive.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Will iron last forever? Forget it, it will rust.
Maybe a mountain, could I afford the cost?
In 10 thousand years, will my memory be lost?
I drive past the grave sites and admire the markers.
The Jones, the Smiths, the Chastains, the Parkers.
I fully understand that the living need to remember.
For years they drop flowers from January to December.
But sooner or later the stone starts to fade.
The writing is gone, the flowers not laid.
Incinerate me and remember the times that I had.
Throw my ashes in the river and don't be sad.
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Beauty Within
08/02/03 |
Piercing blue eyes, pearlie white teeth.
God how I wonder, what lies beneath?
Dressed to a tee, always in fashion.
The wondrous looks, they tickle my passion.
The upright posture, the walk of a queen.
Let me look closer, what does it mean?
Is the heart lovely? Is there beauty within?
The package looks great, where do I begin?
Is she well rounded? She looks so great.
Should I say hi or should I hesitate?
I know a gal, whom I admire most.
Her looks are fine, she does not boast.
Beauty she has, it comes from within.
Trading that for a trophy, would be such a sin.
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Twilight
08/15/03
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It's the end of day, time for reflection.
How did I live it? could it be the last?
Was there gusto? Was it an exception?
Who did I touch? It went by so fast.
Shall I wake at dawn without remorse?
Will I dream great things, Inspiring scenes?
Let me start new and follow a fresh course.
Down time for me between day and dreams.
This time is so crucial, it revitalizes me.
It gives me hope, sparks imagination.
People I need, things I want to see.
Time just for me, what a sensation.
This twilight of the day, closure of hours.
Lonely, alone and sorting things out.
Thinking it over and discovering my powers.
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Mutual Feelings
09/05/03
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If I could carry a tune, I would sing you a ballad.
If I could write with flair, I would pen you a book.
If I could push a brush, I would paint from my pallet.
If I could buy you the moon or steal one last look.
If things were much easier, If things came naturally.
I would never know passion, never know desire.
It would be so primitive, laid back, come casually.
To understand the emotions and want till I tire.
Imagine if you will, the feelings returned to you.
No strings, no games, the other one feeling it too.
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Waiting Too Long
12/21/04 |
Someday I'll be their and you will be gone.
Sometimes I dream and wish we were one.
I am making a living, making ends meet.
To and from nowhere, up and down each street.
You wanted to settle me, wanted my time.
I should have called you, coulda spent a dime.
But someday I'll be their and you will be gone.
Someday I will mellow, tire of being alone.
You will give me a glance, will respect your new mate.
We will go in separate directions and realize it is too late.
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