POND

You muddy the waters with your uneducated mind.
Floating on top of the waters, you are just slime.
The water isn't deep when you got mud on your feet.
So much below got to know the diversity beneath

Pond
You want to be the big fish.

Soon to be fried on a dish.

You fell out of the eighth grade; all you learn was hate.
Your problems are the same as look for someone to blame
Don't even know who is making a fool of you.

So you blame the unfulfilled lies feeling you lose your mind.

Pond

Can't you see he maid you out to be a whore

Now look who is knocking at your door.

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2021.

COLLARD GREENS DREAMS

A generational recipe of telling our history 

Salt and seasonings bring flavor to the stories.

The vinegar brings a tartness to the bitterness of truth.

Collard greens dreams

Something so simple becomes a king's feast.

Comforting and warm, its history makes you want more.

The passing of traditions and rituals of life 

From the grandmother's lips to granddaughter's ears

Words filled with pride one day it will be her time.

Collard greens dreams

Something so simple it is fit for a queen.

Satisfying flavor cooked with love.

Planting the seeds in the gardens of ancestry

The tomatoes, papers, beans, and the collard greens

Life reaching up from the soil, feeling the warmth of the sun  

Collard green dreams

Something so simple one taste making a poor man feel like a prince. 

Nourishing memories it holds the history of this recipe is a gift.

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2021

NOTES: 

THE CARNAGE OF TIME

Looking to the future, looking to the past

Putting out the flames of ignorance 

Is the tragedy that we have

The carnage of time

The loss of over four-hundred thousand lives

A community disenfranchised

Now the uneducated run and hide.

Looking to our neighbors, looking to our communities

Moving towards unity, are we truly free

With hope, we live with integrity.

The carnage of time

Walking through a field of destruction 

Littered with rubble left behind

As the uneducated look on with pride

Looking to our mentors, looking to our leaders

A future with positive change is nowhere.

Words spoke with strength dismissing all the fear

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2021 

O SOUL

How many lifetimes you passed me by

Never will you look me in the eye

This reincarnation changed my life

O soul, where did you go?

The rhythm as it comes to an end.

Never had the chance to be your friend.

Life is not forever could end at any time.

Another day another lie hiding behind your pride.

Scratch those strings make everyone's ears ring.

O soul, what did you know?

Coming down from a music high

No matter what you sing its all right

To cool no one to touch you.

But you still sing the blues.

Got to bear your own cross

O soul, what did you hold

The words in your mind

Said over a hundred lifetimes

Comparing your life to mine

Repeating your imagery is lacking creativity.

Nothing there to act like you is a lie.

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2021

MORNING CONVERSATIONS

I sit down in my own peace

Focused on a light that only I can see

Because it is what is inside of me

Morning conversations as the sunrise

With peace, love, and purity is what I find.

On my own path, walk past all life's lies.

I sit down in my own love.

Focused on its inclusion, looking past all illusions

A dream for everyone to be free

Morning conversations as the sunrise

With peace, love, and purity in my mind

From you, there is nothing I hide

I sit down in my own purity.

Focused on what makes me truly me

That is an eternal soul.

Morning conversations as the sunrise

With peace, love, and purity becomes only light.

On the alter tokens of moments and photos of loved ones who pass

I sit down in my own silence.

Focused on divine one from above

Forgetting titles and external fights

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2021

NEW CONNECTION

Illusions of the world are revealed.

Feeling are the facts that feed lies.

This pain will never heal.

New connections to who we are

Removing barriers that hold back the soul

A ritual, a cross, stain glass images

The ego hides all the lies.

As we try to move forward still, we are left behind.

There is a true direction to the power inside. 

New connections to who you are

Removing deceiving tradition that holds back the soul

The bread of the body, the juice of the blood

The blessings bestowed on me are the accomplishments I achieve

Life is not made up of mystical mysteries; it is what I find in me.

Only you control the relationship with the one.

New connection to who I am

Removing people and thing that I never need

A celebrity, a car, or a big house

Chanting your mantra selfishly will not make you free.

Counting the beads will not bring peace.

Remembrance of the one in purity and love is where it will come from

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2021 

PASS ON ME

Got to have a dream beyond what I can see

Wondering what is my destiny

Life is so upsidedown got to know now

Pass on me everything I need

Peace and freedom are confusing to the uneducated mind.

Just want to live the privileged lie.

Got have a vision beyond what others believe.

Building the foundation of what makes me

Life is the music listen and turn it up loud.

Pass on me the secrets of being free

Purity and love are much more than a social activity.

Trying to understand wrong from right.

The recorded appreciation for inspiring the ego

This is not what feeds the soul.

Go inside, find that meditated sound. 

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2021

CONSIDER THE SOUL

We wish to forget this unnecessary pain

A lifetime feels like less than a day

Looking forward to the future and all the unknown

With so much confusion, consider the soul.

A spark, a light that never grows old

The symbolic words that we hold

The large oak is rooted in the earth.

Is the symbol of optimism that we need to learn

Sacred words that go unheard

With so much, illusions consider the soul.

What is our direction when no one knows which way to go?

 Find the little point of light you will always find a home.

 ©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2021