LEAH JOANNE

 

I was on the lonely road of life

Just watching time go by

But there you where wanting nothing more than the simple things

Nothing more that just to be seen then you found me   

Leah Joanne first woman to see me as I am

You took me in and let me be your man

What a match we make

I would make you laugh

You would make me nervous

Now together we will make this life serve us
 

Leah Joanne first woman to see me as I am

You took me in and let me be your man

Your feeling for me where hit or miss

Even after our first kiss

Pushing me to the side with all the feeling you hide

I told you I couldn't fake happiness

Advice from a friend you let me back in

Leah Joanne first woman to see me as I am

You took me in and let me be your man

I said I would make you love me

You smiled in disbelief

You took my promise for a ring

When I didn't have any thing

Now with you I have everything

Oh, Leah Joanne 

Oh, Leah Joanne

Oh, Leah Joanne

With you makes me a better man

©Copyright 2025 Thomas J. Dooley 

 

SEEN WITH ME

Had no love on the side living alone

No one there what would happen if I died tonight

Did she find me or did I find her in this lonely world 

Living a dream ever time she looks at me, not even asleep

Was the bar lowered for me, all she wanted was the simple things

She wanted no money

She wanted no expensive things

She just wanted a ring and to be seen with me

Not good enough for what I thought was the one

Just a man under glass, incase of emergency break the glass

That one never got the chance, loving friendship never last

Now I have what was the one passed, much more special than that

Did our path ever cross, where we the two ships in the dark

She wanted love from my heart

She wanted to feel kiss on the neck

She also wanted forever to be seen with me

A voice speaking the word glorious

Gave up a dream and traveled thousand miles just to see

Feeling I was needed until there was no need

Thinking all I needed was a Caribbean dream 

Did I give up on love or did it give up on me

She wanted me in her dream

She wanted to be in mine

She wanted to be at my side just to be seen with me

©Copyright 2025 Thomas J. Dooley 

NARCAN NIGHTMAIR

Waken from a deep sleep 

As she ran from the room like a nightmarish dream

Blonde hair dark skin what she did was a sin

Grey skin he didn't even breathe

What has happened to the sleep I've known

The entrance to a world that is all my own

A comfort that feels like home

Where do I go from here? 

With a mind full of fear

Is the end really near

Waken from the Narcan in his nose

Confused by the torn-up room

What has happened no-one knows

Regretable memory of the past 

The embarrassment will never last

Will there be another chance

Where do I go from here?

With eyes full of tears

Who is this in the mirror

©Thomas J. Dooley 2025

MENTALE DILUSION

What has happened over these past years

No one wants to face their fears crying with dry tears

Claiming biology and gender a mith

Who made up all this?

Mental delusion

Who are you fooling

What are you proving

I am who I am without any titles 

I am one man that is my community

I do not have the time or energy to be anything else

With all my inner flaws I keep them to myself  

Mental delusion

Cutting in the biological line

This is not the fight for equal rights

Who are you, are you human?

©Thomas J. Dooley 2024

CALL ME MASTER

Calling me boss 

    Does that make more of a man

Do I have a higher qualification than you?

Are you in my employ?

Why did you grant me such a status?

Are you calling me a boss

    Does that make you less of a person?

Is you three-fifth man?

Compromise with a pen in hand

Banneker letters caused him to have carpel tunnel

Why do you call me boss

    Do you need direction or can't make your own decisions

What is the purpose of a word that puts you in a lower class?

Is it a nice way to call me white trash?

My education and the status of my degree does not say that

Don't call me boss

    It sounds like your loss

That word was chosen to hide the domination of racism

It lurks within the context and tone 

If it was 400 years ago would you be calling me master.

Don't call me boss

Call me friend or call me brother

©Thomas J. Dooley 2024  

IN BELIZE

What is this, I feel? Something so different something so real

Always searching for that path for that plan

Feeling the warm air and the smell of a Caribbean sea.

I want to think of you as you think of me

I want to dream of you as you dream of me

I want to pack up my past and  pray these memories will last

Feel the innocent touch of your hand

Reminisce of the warm breeze in Belize

What is this feeling that has eluded me most of my life

Always looking for that inspiring guiding light 

Laying back to look at a clear blue sky

I want to look in your eye and see that same sky.

I want to feel that warm sun beaming around your silhouette.

I want to taste that sweet fruit and imagine it is a kiss from you.

See the night sky, the bright stars, nothing like the ones in your eyes.

Just like the night sky in Belize

Copyright © Thomas J. Dooley 2023

DARK PAGES

Complex stories are hidden in the past

Nearly forgotten in this journey of life

A pronoun shaved down to a one-letter acronym

When said, it is sharp as a knife

Dark pages of forgotten history

Taking offense through white tears

Dark pages of remembered history

Responsibility is hidden by unspoken fears

Praising a patriotic phrase only for political gain

Then become empty words spoken from a podium

But when spoken with passion on the streets

The evidence of true justice we all hope to see

Dark pages of common sense

A knock at the wrong door can lead to death

Dark pages of uncommon words

Uncommon thoughts lead to an uncommon world.

We march behind an acronym BLM just so as not to offend

But it should be shouted out loud BLACK LIVES MATTER

This banner proclaiming justice for one is proclaiming justice for all 

It does not matter who created this; what matters is that we all believe in it

Dark pages of thought

Original though lost in a social media post

Dark pages of education

No more will we hear the cracking sounds of opening a new book

The gentrification of our human existence with labels

With the cut of the scalpel, we can be anything

Stitched together, forget our original birth

No longer the same; your mother only knows you by a dead name.

©Copyright Thomas J Dooley 2022