DESTINATION OF THE HEART

When it all comes to an end
Will you continue to have friends
Or will you be faced down or dust in the wind
In this game of life who will ever win

Is this a destination of the heart
Unconditional love is where it all starts
How far do you have to go
To feel you're not alone in your own home

You got a lifetime to live
A lifetime to give
Heaven is only a destination
It is the journey that gets you there

No one is going to make a path for you
It is you that have to get up and move
No one is going to do it for you

Is this a destination of the heart
Love is not a commodity bought and sold
Love is not an activity
Afterward, you get dressed and go home

If you know the soul
You will know where to go
Nirvana is just a dream
Wake up and let your karma set you free

To think there is one thing, one way to be
You're blind to reality and sometimes a bee will still sting
Say what you want you still can't scream FIRE in a crowded theater

Is this a destination of the heart
Human love comes out of trust
Why has it changed to lust
Love should be a light burning forever like the sun

To take a life you don't know
Will not make peace for the world
Paradise might be nice
If you think everyone has 72 virgins there
It is going to be a crowded place

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016 

ANOTHER ALEPPO CHILD

Aleppo Child
Why don't you cry?
Is it because you finished crying at your birth
Now you wonder what it was worth

Aleppo Child
Why don't you cry?
Are your emotions like stone
Even when there is little you know

Aleppo Child
Why don't you cry?
Is it because of the blood on your face
Is it all you have to wash the dust away

Aleppo Child
Why don't you cry?
You feel this is a dream
Soon your mother and father will wake you up
But you find them in forever sleep

Aleppo Child
Why don't you cry?
Where your tears drained away
To fill al-Assad's pool
To wash away his guilt only to put on a suite of a fool

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016

REALIZATION OF THE SOUL

What do I really know
Now that I am old
Is there knowledge inside of me
Is there more for me to see

Is there another part I can be
That can make me free
Never to feel alone
Is a realization of the soul

The journey of life
Will take me through the day into the night
My karma I know
Will take me down a different road

What I have in me
Is a connection I need
One day I will feel whole
When I have a realization of the soul

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016

ALEPPO CHILD

One man wants to control it all
The money, the land, the beat of your own heart
He will take it all away in one day
Make so much pain God won't hear you pray

Aleppo child why don't you cry
Maybe it's better you don't
This pile of stone was once your home
Why cry when you're alone
Covered in dust with no one to trust

What can I say living miles away
With my nation's lies will I understand why
Everyday living like its night
In your, country another person dies in a fraction of a second

Aleppo child why don't you cry
Because you don't know how so why even try
Or do your tears fill the capital's fountain
Just so Asad can take a swim in
Just to wash away the blood of your mom and dad

Nothing grows in the ruins of war
A wasteland becomes the only achievement of man
Can't create peace from war like you can get blood from a turnip
If you could the many lives it would save

Aleppo child why don't you cry
Living in the eternal night

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016

METAPHORIC CONVERSATION

It was a coincidence that we meet
But the way you left the room was such a mess
We thought about the same things
We were reaching for the same dreams

I couldn't understand your metaphoric conversation
Paranoid imagery you had about me
Saying things only you understood just making up words

Thought this was meant to be just you and me
Thought I was finally free, living a lonely dream
But you had an alternate plan to get all you can

I couldn't understand your metaphoric conversation
These stories you make about me
You rather lie, than talk like a child

With my friends, you get in my head
They say you have another face
But I can't look past the smile and the pretty lace

I couldn't understand your metaphoric conversation
What you talking about Willis I'd say
You can't take joke with seriousness in your voice

But I got no choice when your the one who makes all the noise
You rather be friends, you say this isn't a date
So why don't you pay for the food on your plate

This metaphoric conversation has to end
This isn't a new relationship trend
If you don't have the moves there is nothing to prove

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016

MOVE UP MOVE ON

Long gone into the purple haze
The music still goes on day after day
Echoing tune it will come again soon
If you don't listen to it what will that prove

Move up move on
There is another one to love
Move up move on
Can't just sit there waiting for a crying dove
Move up move on
Just listen to the song

A scrapbook of memories
Each page reaching out to you to sing
Hear the voice of a thousand dreams
Songs of love and peace to set your mind free

Move up move on
Embracing the memories makes the love strong
Move up move on
Get out of the rain and play in the sunshine again
Move up move on
There is always another song

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016

REAL NEWS

Story between the pages you don't like
So you call the editor and say that's not right
You think you know it all and you're the keeper of the light

Same words said over and over
Don't make the story true
A feeling isn't proof
Just need real news

Story going around saying your not from this town
When you live here all your life this is where you found your wife
Striving for a better community getting what every one needs

Closed eye closed mind
Controlled by the educated ego
Selling out to a bully no one is buying it
Just need real news

If it bleeds it leads
Blame the victim for dyeing on the scene
Unjust is the rule of law

If you don't have any thing good to say
You'll make it up any way with a negative spin
Got no friends but every one knows you sins
Just need real news

Blaming every one for your problems
But your the problem in the way
Clamming hidden hate is great

Your opinion maid the news today
With out any proof pigs fly with you
Same day the Pope where baseball cap
Just need real news

Who told you this
Do you really believe it?

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016
  
  

FLUTE

Songs of wisdom from the heart

Letting you know in life, you have a larger part

A song that feeds the mind

It is the one you heard a million times

The father has the words

The mother has the tune

The sister plays the flute

Can you hear it in the back of the room

Sit down and listen to the story of this eternity

The story of 5000 dreams spoken just for you and me

Plant the seed one day you will be free

In your dreams climb the tree of peace

The father has the song

The mother has the voice to sing it

The sister plays the instrument

Just hear the echo of the flute in this room

Knowing who you are and knowing your path

Is one in the same don't ask for directions there is no map

The journey of the soul is the cycle of life

There will always a day and a night

The father has the sound of wisdom

The mother has voice of knowledge

The sister is the instrument 

Listen to the music of this flute

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016

GOD SOUND

Sitting inside yourself
Trying to find what you always known
Listing for that sound that will lead you home

God Sound
The sounds of the birth of new life
The sounds of love's last breath
In the cycle where does it begin

Claiming you know it all
To prove it you want to build a wall
How does it achieve anything
When you're blind to everything

God Sound
Marching feet, wishing that is all is needed
Believing in the dreaming, his voice still singing
Is it something we truly believe in

To rest in peace makes a louder sound
Than to live in peace
Is free a state of being
Or just commodity with a price no one can afford

God Sound
In the silence of thoughts
Much more than the beating heart
Know yourself where goodness is apart

Find whatever anyone else hides
See it in their eyes
Where the thoughts of the mind hides
Know your side before you claim your pride

God Sound
The sound of home you've always known
The sound of breath of life beyond the cycle of time
In the birth of the universe hear it OM
The sound inside you the soul

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

PAISLEY MIND

Make that sound come alive
It is a wonderful ride
Let it melt deep inside

Paisley Mind
The music of life
Born from the inspired
The friction of rhythm and guitar riff
Can make a fire

A potion mixed of peace, love, and purity
With a drop of purple for the dream
It is what we all strive to be
You hear the sound it makes you think you can sing

Paisley Mind
If you want to dance it is always free
If you don't hear your song you don't have to leave
Because music is in the air that you breath
Shelby J. know what it means

Making music like it's candy
Everyone wants a taste
More than just something sweet
Something that brings everyone to their feet

Paisley Mind
A creative style there is no other kind
If you don't have it, don't lie
Just live your life with respect and pride
Enjoy the movement feel the ride

Know who you are on the inside
Much more than what is on the outside

Paisley Mind
This style is just a cool state of mind

©Cpoyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

MY RELIGION

There is much more to life than a weekend confession
The sins of another striving for some attention
Sitting in the pew no one ever sees you

My religion
Is much more than a place
Much more than a made up face
My religion
Is what is inside, no more it can't hide
It is nothing I hold it is who I am and that is a soul

Claiming words of inspiration
Saying there ancient never changing
It takes one person to say it is offensive
Next week there will be a new version

My religion
Is not what a preacher proclaiming
God wants him to have plain
My religion
Is much more than desire
It is giving without expectations

Celebrating the torture of one man
Making that an excuse to crusade and kill millions more
That was not what life was meant for
It is meant to be surrounded by loved ones as you grow old

My religion
Is not proclaiming power or position
Acting as if I know more than you
My religion
Is in the way I look at you
Looking past the exterior to what really make you

Sister Juciefrute flirts with the minister
But the minister has a twist in his booty
But as hypocrites, they judge you for this
As they sing I'm blessed

My religion
Is not talking about one way to a destination
When you have never been there
My religion
It is a path of my own
With the ONE on my mind, I will never be alone

My religion
Is in the sun, moon and stars
Is the light in a new mother's eyes
Is love when your many miles apart
It is the simplest of anything
My religion
Is peace

©Copyright2016 Thomas Dooley

TIME

Feeling it passing by
Feeling it inside
No way to hold it
No way to control it

Time
You can chase it you can race it
But it will always pass you by
Just sit back and take your time

Day after day
The memories it contains
Feeling like all life just began yesterday
Knowing it will never stop

Time
On going eternally it can't be contained in a bottle
The journey of life is forever
The more you know the more you make the most of your time

Dreams of the future are the daydreams of the young
Remembering when are the daydreams of the old
Got to know the soul it eternal
It is much more than supernatural

Time
Sit back and count the stars as you wonder where you are
So hard to know we will come and go
A never ending number in the passing of time

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

OM SHANTI

Something deep inside of me
My personal connection to eternity
In a place, I can always be free

Om Shanti
Om is the song of the soul
Shanti is the peace that never gets old
A blissful dream that can't be told

The cycle of life has passed us many times
Man preaches about the direction
To a destination, he has never been
If you don't believe him it is just a sin

Om Shanti
Om is the song of the unseen goal
Shanti is the sweet tranquility

Just a spoonful in our tea 

In the way, you think is the peace
In the way, you talk the words of peace
In the way that you walk
You become the image of peace

Om Shanti
Om is the song of the universe
Shanti is calming lovingness in our mind
More than a gift feel the stillness

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

STAY

Can't look me in the face
When all you got is hate
I stay here to make a change
You leave because of a false reality

Stay
Because hate is a state of mind
Diversity is a reality of life
Stay
You're not the only one who wants to hide
When all the bully wants to do is fight

Got to meditate and pray
There is going to be a better day
Can't just sleep the nightmare away
Soon we have to wake

Stay
Because hate is just a lie
Diversity can't be an orphaned child
Stay
You're not the only one in this world
It will still turn no matter if your boy or a girl

It is easier to tell a lie
Than it is to prove the truth
Who is going to make that noise
When we are bout to lose our voice

Stay
Because hate is the foundation of the ego
Diversity is a positive virtue made for me and you
Stay
You know you have to lead the way
Strength is in the words of peace and love

©Copyright Thomas Dooley

STRAWBERRIES EYES

Remember that winter night

In the snow, we would play

Catching snowflakes on our tongues

That was the time we felt so young

Strawberry eyes

So sweet the way you look at me

With a childlike smile light up the night

Strawberry eyes

Hope the snow doesn’t melt

Because of the warmth of this loving friendship

This snowman we made, will he be the third wheel?

Getting between you and me

You got the carrot I have the two eyes of coal

If we give him a smile will you leave me for him?

You wanted to call him Jamie

I wanted to call him Christopher

Rap a purple scarf around his neck

If he came to life, we could call him PRINCE

Strawberry eyes

You were so beautiful that winter night

The warmth was just right

Strawberry eyes

You took my hand I pulled you close

My feelings from that night are just footnote

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

SILENCE

The sound that echoes
Back and forth through the valley
The rumble of thunder through the sky
Takes over the night

In the empty room
A word can still be heard

Sitting alone contemplating life
This journey is much more than a mile
Put those obstacles to the side

In the sleeping breath of a child
A word can still be heard

If there was ever anything more soothing
Than this laying on your chest
That is what it feels like to be blessed

In the distractions of life
A word can still be heard

Traffic is because we fallow one another
When no one knows their way
Find the direction fallow your own path

In the deepest corners of the world
A word can still be heard

That place in your mind
Is where the true you reside
The silence for this world you can find

Because this silence is your soul

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

FIGHTING LIES

Deep in my mind, I look inside
Born knowing wrong from right
But still behind closed blinds I hide
Lost in the darkness no desire to come out in the light

Fighting lies
Believing in feeling are your only facts
Now everyone thinks like that
Fighting lies
It is easier to walk on the moon
Then to prove the truth

If peace was a religion would we need God
If purity was justice would the juge's robes be white
If love was water would we still feel thurst
If redemption was virouse would it still hurt

Fighting lies
Tempted by physicle desires
Fallow her to the door knowing the price is to high
Fighting lies
Taking what you hear at face value
It seems the blind can see through what you can't

With the words you say
What do you have to gain from someones emotional pain
Why you blam some one you don't even know
For the problems you cause to your self

Fighting lies
There is a war on education by ignorant zealots
They ride a calvery of unicorns hitting every one the with bag of teeth from the tooth fary
Fighting lies
All this time calling the truth a lie
Now the lirer changed his story to the truth
Suddenly it is okay with you?

SILVER SPOON

You were taught to eat with a spoon to soon
Open your mouth to whatever feed to you

Whatever was good to you
To others, it tasted sour
But you thought it gave you power

In school, daddy bought you a passing grade
So no matter what you got to stay
Living with a unconscious mind
Thinking you're the smartest guy
That was just a lie

You look in to the shinny silver spoon
At a upside down image of a fool
Thats is the way the world looks at you

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

21 DAYS

It has been too many days since I heard from you girl
Too many days since the scent of you filled the room

Photos of you and me on the shelf they just show the passing of time
Still dreaming of you and what life would be like
You're always on my mind

It has been 21 days since I saw you girl
21 days since we made regrets
21 days and I still have not forgotten you yet

In this lonely room, I hide
All my pain and lies
Thinking that is what makes me a man
By your side is what made me truly who I am
I gave it up for foolish pride
Now I sit here and cry

It has been 21 days since I held your hand
21 days since I saw your smile
21 days since I saw that twinkle in your eyes
Your image still lingers in my mind

Love is more than a physical touch
This relationship should never have been started on lust
Love is two hearts beating at the same pace
It should be about the purity of the soul
But these tears leave tracks on my face

It has been 21 days since we embraced
21 days you asked me to stay
I didn't care enough to see your pain
21 days since we said a word
Should have said I love you girl

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

CHARLIE WOOD

Your pappy made you into a fool
Paying for your grades in school
Making up stories saying there true

Charlie Wood up to no good
Paying everyone to touch and hold his wood
Playing everyone like the joker does his tricks

Wanted all the attention he could get
Thought he would be president
But being president isn't about personal rep

Charlie Wood talking like a fool
Treating everyone like his personal tool
He does not know the meaning of cool

The ignorant blind just follows behind
Can't see between his lies
Clamoring for a crumb of attention that falls from his mouth
Making excuses for his verbal abuses

Charlie Wood up to no good
He just wants you to touch and play with his wood
And cuddle with his misogynistic thoughts

He will pay you to get on your knees
And take it like a fool
Like he knows you can do
He never wanted you

Charlie Wood always up to no good

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

HURRICANE (LOVE, PEACE and UNITY)

The water is cool
The air is hot
You better be grateful for what you got

A storm is coming
Ready or not
It could all fall on you
All you like will just stop

Loved one washed away in the sand
The cycle of life just moves on
No one to blame the loss
But the creator of man
He never touched this land

The water is cool
The air is hot
Remember this is the only family you got

The clouds are coming
Dark and gray
Find that place to pray
Till the new day

Peace in the heart
Comes around only when your down
Tears as salty as the water of the ocean
Our differences are as wide as that ocean
Why should we try to control them

The water is cool
The air is hot
Open your eyes life is what you got

The rain is coming
What is it we really believe in
Always chasing for physical sin
Why can't that roll away in the wind

Unity coming when the sun rises
Bring on that new life
Dry up the rain with the pain
What more can we say or blame

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

THE MYTH OF AMERICAN PRIDE

A lie has been forced on you
It tells you what to think and what to do
You believe the wisdom of a fool
Without any facts or proof

This is the myth of American pride
Living in the comfort of fear
Is that why everyone comes here?
No, they come for a better life
And comfort for a weary soul

What is this pride
Is it in how different we are?
You stay on your side I will stay on mine
Or is it just too hot to live in the melting pot?

This is the myth of American pride
Hate is what makes a lie a fact
While the ignorant blind follows behind
Stepping off into the political abyss

Is it about calling out for help
Not knowing that just being who you are is the real threat
Thrown to the ground, hot metal in your chest
Just lynching by gun and we should just get over it

This is the myth of American pride
Neighborhood block party where everyone is welcomed
Kids playing till the street light comes on
All ruined by the social and physical needs

Those we salute for their sacrifice
With memorials at a discounted price
Our union pride forgot the sacrifice
Complaining some outside made the memorial design

This is the myth of American pride.


©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

THESE DAYS

The crucifixion of society has brought about the sacrifice of love and tears

Lost and alone on the path of fear

The innocent is no longer the victim 

But guilty of dying by the hand of the ignorant 

By the one to serve and protect but only to serve a lie.

A gun and fear has replaced a rope and unbridled ignorance

The strange fruit that once hung in trees now rot on the grown

Added to the cornucopia of death

My mind is a mess wanting to scream 

What can I do or say to make a change

When no one wants to walk that way

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

KELLY GIRL

She was five foot five; every hug she gives is just a lie

She had Jasmine Guy kind of eyes

Without the same kind of style or smile

A rice and peas kind of lady

So pretty that it would drive me crazy

To the point, I couldn't express my feeling

Kelly girl

Hypocritical Christian girl

Just wanted to get her fill

But she would kiss and tell

I wish I could be her boy

I wish she could be my girl

Three years she had me hypnotized

All the time I was a friend, she kept to the side

She caught my eye with her afro-puff

Never knowing I wasn't enough

Kelly girl

Hypocritical Christian girl

Just wanted to her fill

But she would kiss and tell

Couldn't tell her a secret to save my life

Everyone would tell me what were you thinking

Talking is what she likes

For her, love was never the formula of life

It was more like a pie

She takes a slice and savors the bite

All I ever tried to do is be the spice she liked

Kelly girl

Hypocritical Christian girl

Just wanted to her fill

But she would kiss and tell

Filled with regrets, still wanting to forget

As the portrait I drew of you

Hoping it fades with time in all the sunlight

Embarrassment is my only pain

To expose my feelings that way

Hope to never do the same

Kelly girl

Hypocritical Christian girl

Just wanted to her fill

But she would kiss and tell

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

WHAT IS A KING

A King
Is the ruler of man
A King
Is admired protector
A King
Is wise in his decisions
A King
Sits on a thrown placed there by God
A King
Inspires
A King
Uplifts

What is a King?

It is not children
Arguing over a legacy

It is not greed
A down payment on history

It is not a family name
A generation brings it to shame

It is not selling tickets
To a path paved by dog bites, water houses or brutal beatings

What a King really is
Someone who selflessly inspire peace
This we should never forget.

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

#MLK

His voice still echoes through the centuries
He made freedom, justice, and peace into a revolution
Words found in a dream a foundation that is inspiring
But others just want to count the pennies of his legacy

A phrase, a photo trapped
Never to enter the annals of history
The DREAM just faded words of a speech
Never to be seen fading into the pages of greed
The substance of this DREAM can be found around us
In the children, in you and even in me
But now made meaningless within a families legal feud

You can put a price on words
You can put a price on a book
But there is no price on inspiring a nation

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

JIGGLE THE HANDLE

Thinking you are better than the rest
You say you got it all even success
 There is no difference between me and you
When your bowels feel the stress
Can't flush away what is left behind
Just like your pile of lies

You got to 
Jiggle the handle
Jiggle, jiggle
Even after you tinkle
Jiggle, jiggle

You say you are the smartest in the room
Who is it your trying to prove
When everyone is convinced you are a fool
But when your bowels start to move
You can't help it but dance to that groove

You got to 
Jiggle the handle
Jiggle, jiggle
Even after you tinkle
Jiggle, jiggle

Squinty eyes puckered smile
With an orange ego combover
Mind backed up with useless thought
The shit doesn't smell any better
Even when it comes out of you

You got to 
Jiggle the handle
Jiggle, jiggle
Even after you tinkle
Jiggle, jiggle

Need a place to think
Turn on the sink
Even Johnson had to let it loose
Doing the same thing you need to do
With all that backed up inside of you

You got to 
Jiggle the handle
Jiggle, jiggle
Even after you tinkle
Jiggle, jiggle

Can't get it to flush
Reach in the tank pull on the chain
Regular people do it that way
You'll get a relief
But you still have the stink

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

PURPLE LOVE CHILD

The rumors going wild

Your mind fighting back all the lies

Not another child

They think they got it right

Living in the days of wild

So drop in the tape

Push the button that says play

Turn it up past 11

You know the kid is in heaven

Purple love child

Is in the heart of that funky style

Have some pride for your ears

Just listen to the dove's tears

Christopher gave the girl a turn

J-Hud took the song to church

Broke it now no one can sing it like her

That is how the funky life works

The love you feel

Makes the funk so real

You know the heart will heal

So pick your sound

He left enough to go around

Purple love child

Is in the beat full of life

Have some pride towards other people eyes

Smile when you hear that guitar riff

You know it was always a gift

We don't have to believe the lies

we are all

A Purple Love Child

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

OUT

So many times, I've had my doubts

Knowing what life was all about
The changes that I have gone through
The lonely crying, the unseen tears
All ways feeling down, while no one was around

How do I get out?
And change my life around
I want more
Then what I can afford
They're my goals

How do I get out?
And find what I'm about
What does it matter if I scream and shout
Why do I try to get everyone's attention?
When I don't even have my own
That is why I'm alone

How do I get out?
To turn my heart inside out
So I can see what I'm about
And find my own way out

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

JOKERS WILD

Jokers wild
Got a crazy style
Make all the girls smile
Is there a problem
He is a wild child
Mama doesn't care
Daddy got a crazy stair

Jokers wild
Talking all the jive
Like it's going out of style
On the run

Acting like an illegitimate son
Of the king and queen
There not the only one

Jokers wild
Dressing like no one could
Like no one would
On a sexy tip
Lick your lips

Get that pick
Let us hear funkiest PRINCE

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

UNCOVER

Get back to who you are
When you could barely reach the keys
But when you did the music was so sweet

Uncover who you really are
You're more than just a star
You are the sun and the universe move for you

You got to be a Princess before you become a Queen
So be that Princess you're meant to be
And just sing for everybody

Uncover who you really are
Show that true beauty that no one sees
No need to prove it externally

Be just like the Beautiful One
Just feel the love
And become that next one

Uncover who you really are
You come so fair
Because the music is who you are

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

  

MANIPULATION

Forget all history it didn't happen that way

That is what they say

No one ever owned you we were all naturally free

That is what they believe

Even when you were borne here your still from a different land

But they say you’re not really a man

Manipulation of history

It is meant to deceive

Just so they can take everything

Why do we pray for innocent blood spilt on guilty ground

If a mother's cries are not heard did it really make a sound

Blamed for being a victim and the punishment is death

How did we get here when it is the past we forget

Manipulation of justice

In peace we will march

They will call it society's destruction

You accomplish so much but it isn't enough

Even if you’re a leader of the free world it is tough

The good that you do to them it is the worst you could do

But when they talk about it they sound so foolish

Manipulation of lies

With their pointed muzzle and bushy tail

Make you into the worst kind of believer

The preacher will say the one up high wants me to have all the gold

The congregation will pay him till their poor

Without any food for the soul

He'll say the proof is in the good book

They will believe even when he doesn't know

Manipulation of souls

One day he might burn or just left out in the cold

To know what it is like to be alone

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley