FREEDOM OF THE SOUL

We give up on life when we think we are right

Only looking for a fight as the mind lives in the uneducated night

Freedom of the soul is more than religion.

It is the understanding of peace and how to embrace it and take hold.

When there is love between all human beings is when we are free.

We give up on life when we seek attention.

Everything you say or do, is proof your blind to your own reflection.

Freedom of the soul is more than emotions.

Thinking there untamed binding them up in chemical controls

When living life is about searching and finding 

We give up on life when we have no goals.

Sacrifice for the greater good never gets old.

Freedom of the soul is more than an accomplishment.

Ignoring the complex parts of life as simple solutions are bought and sold

If you don't reach out to feel you just stumble in the dark

We give up on life when there is no love.

The hero sits alone, looking down from above.

Freedom of the soul is more than a physical act.

A single emotion considered an activity dose does not make us whole.

Turning to a blank page does mean nothing is there; it means there is purity. 

We give up on life when there is no movement.

When we forget our passions and just stop, there is no improvement.

Freedom of the soul is more than action.

Children are the commitment to unconditional love that never gets old.

The recipe is a lot of education, and discipline of the mind is life fulfillment.

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020  

HONEY DRIPS

Need something sweet, something to eat

Dreaming of the taste is just a waste

Inaction is a craving that sometimes goes away

Honey drips from your lips.

Passion in the words you use nothing to prove

Nourishment isn't just in the food; it is what is inside of you.

Need something sweet, something like peace

Dreaming of togetherness and what we can achieve 

Fear is just a distraction from the truth

Honey drips from his lips.

With passion in his voice, there is no other choice

Words of compassion, words with feeling, understanding the meaning

Need something sweet, something to hear

Dreaming of Marvin's words *"For only love can conquer hate."

We must march the path that they paved.

Honey drips from her lips.

Her breath through the flute knowledge is the tune

Million tears left at the fence mixed with the mace of ignorance

Need something sweet like freedom

Four hundred years of forgetting is coming to an end

Our ancestors might not have been friends, but together we can win

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020

*Marvin Gay, WHAT'S GOING ON

Written by Al Cleaveland, Marvin Gay, and Renaldo Benson

©TAMAL Records 1971

THE ALCHEMY OF PEACE

There is a scientific equation to peace

Like global warming, it is what our leaders can't see

The alchemy of peace
Is one part you and another part me
Living in harmony

It is not a mixture of exploding things

It is the respect for life and all that it means

The alchemy of peace
Is the extraction of all impurities

Like war and inequality

There is no potion no magical elixir

It is learning from the past and being a forgiver

The alchemy of peace

Is the reaction of a dream to be free

In the incubator of the mind the only place it can be seen

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2019

NO ONE

No one wants to be loved

No one wants to believe in any thing

They just want the easy lie

Too much self-pride

To much hate filled denial

If you don’t like what they say

Change their words to go your way

No one wants to trust

No one wants to see what they can see

To them faith is a forgotten lotto ticket

Stuck up under their seat

I don’t want prayer

Here or there

I don’t want prayer anywhere

Selfish thought from a selfish mind

We hear it all the time

If you don’t like to pray

Remember psychiatry isn’t the same

No one wants family

Mickey-D’s and Burger King is just to convenient 

To put on the family table

But no one wants to be alone

But you just don’t want to go home

There your still alone

Respect the family tree

Don't forget were you came from

No one want to earn their freedom

Thinking it is given away for free

Walking in the heat 100 miles or even more

I would say you eared yours

Those who have it take it for granted

Making it sound like a commodity

©Copyright 2001 Thomas Dooley