MAGIC SPELL

What are the words from blessed lips that are heard but always missed

A soothing phrase whispered in one's ear during one last breath

Stepping into the next beyond, not knowing the destination is the only fear

Magic spell more than calling out a name who can't hear your praise

More than a phrase said over and over again that only you can say

The preacher tells of a destination they never been

But still living with their own unconfessed sins

The path that they lead you is in the direction of deceit. 

Magic spell more than the son of man who never touched dry land

More than a political speech, people blinded by leaders own greed

Haven and hell the chose of the red or blue pill 

Heaven is a destination not spelled out in a will

Hell is a destination with a long list that we all hope to miss

Magic spell more than words that provoke mystical things

More than the psychic lines spelling out your destiny

The guru gives you a mantra, every day, it is all you can say

They want so much from you, never knowing the things you do

Just need what is inside to understand what you can't see with the third eye

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2012

MANTRA FOR ME

To hear my voice in the silence of my mind

Unaware on the outside of the passing of time

In these dark crevices, what is it that I hide

The sound of mid-tones words

As the prayer wheel turns

A Mantra for me, I must learn.

The superstitions of religion created in the past

Stained glass images are not what they seem.

Contradictions of the forgiver will condemn the sinner.

The sound of one repetitive tone

Within my mind, it is clear

A Mantra for me erases my fears.

How to adapt to this changing world

Freedoms traded for political ignorance 

Will we forgive or forget this

The sound of creation of the world

The sound of the echos of life

The heart of unconditional love 

From a mother, it will come.

The sound of this language I must learn.

Ancient in its wisdom more than sound more than a word

A mantra for me is what I have heard.   

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020

DON'T NEED

Have you given up on me have I given up on you

What is it we really can do as we look like fools

Can't see the future past my own dreams

But can you say your truly free

Don't need no blessed beads.

Don't need no lucky rabbit's feet.

Just need our leader's minds to be free.

Instead of thinking of a destructive ideology 

They have a death wish for our society. 

As we strive for peace out on the streets

Don't need no psychic reading.

Don't need no mystic miracle.

Our past history should be a lesson, not a political chant.

Why would anyone ever want to go back to that

Step on a crack hope to break the presidents back.

Has it really come down to that looking for an easy hack

Don't need no tarot cards.

Don't need no astrological reading.

Just like a lie and the truth, faith, and belief are two different things. 

When the bell rings we are def too injustice as society screams

Uneducated words argued without any proof, it is all they can do

Just to be heard, ignorance should not be an excuse. 

Don't need no prayer.

Don't need no mantra.

My blessings are my own my sins I control

I follow a path set from long ago.

Not by anyone man not by any sacred book

Don't tell the directions to a destination you have never took

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020

JUST A GUY

We walk separate paths in life
You walk your's I'll walk mine
Even when it is the same destination
So stop all the predictions

Just a guy walking through life
Looking for what everyone is trying to find
Just a guy walking like a man
Through the water and on the sand

Need no directions from theories or lies
Not from someone who needs a plain to fly
Got my own mind and my religion is just to be kind
No one understands that they just hide

Just a guy walking through life
Looking for the good in everyone even one holding the knife
Just a guy had so many friends
None could be found in the end 

The fall of man isn't in Gods hands
Matthew, Luke, and Paul in their letters lied to us all
But who really lives with the guilt for the fall
The losing fight for foreign lands

Just a guy walking through life
Living with his own fights
Just a guy who only looks within
Giving and never getting peace is his only friend

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2019

THE DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL

To understand God is to understand the way the wind blows
No man knows the path of another to a destination he will never know
Chained to the emotions pressed by the weight of the ego
The words of a forgotten confession we will never know

Never cold, never warm, never to see the stormes
Not a place without an image or a face
Hidden behind the cloak of purity is the dark night of the soul

To remember God is to remember where unconditional love comes from
Not a physical choice its value is unmeasurable heard from one voice
The pounding memories of the past carried by a simple man
The unspoken words never to see redemption, never to be forgiven

Never seen, never touched its value is so much
The thought of past lives is the only space it takes
Hidden behind the crimson cloak of sacrifice is the dark night of the soul

God is not man and man is not God
Man is just a container for the soul
God is light no way to be contained
Now come the dawning light of the soul

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2019
 
     

KISS AWAY

Didn't forget how to pray
Didn't lose my way
I just don't claim a title or name

My thoughts of you come and go through the day
I just sit still inside and out thoughts of you light the way
It is just a reminder your just a kiss away

Sacrilegious is a myth when we don't forgive
We celebrate the torture of the son when killing is a sin
I just don't want to play those games

I try to control my thoughts and the way I talk
Just to be a good person is all I want
It is a reminder your just a kiss away

Preacher tells me the path to a place he has never been
Saturday laying with sister juice fruit
Sunday claiming to be better than you

Don't want to hide when I have nothing to prove
To be what you see in me is all I can strive to do
It is reminder your just a kiss away

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2019

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