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

TEA COOKIES AND LEMONADE

There she was sitting in her chair

The passage of time seen in her gray hair

She sits not in a chair but on a throne of honor

Tea cookies and lemonade the silent child ate

Cookies salty-sweet this is how she will grow to be

Lemonade just enough tart you can see it from her heart

Words of wisdom in a melodious feminine tone

Encouraging us to rise up and tell me you are not alone

As I listen to her wisdom I become stronger

Tea cookies and lemonade the silent child ate

Cookies that dissolve on the tung where words have yet to be sung

Lemonade cooling and refreshing to what she dreams

Still her voice echos in our minds

She has made a mark on the pages of time

I wish I could talk to her

Tea cookies and lemonade the silent child ate

Cookies filling a child's desires that she has yet to reach

Lemonade tart to those who don't understand but sweet to those who she inspired

 

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020

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

INSPIRATION

Can't demand creativity to magically appear
It just doesn't rain the right conditions have to be in the air
Original thought comes 30 seconds later from the heart

Inspiration
So much complication a created sensation
Inspiration
So much noise when everyone wants to have a voice

Ask me what I think, you might not like what you hear
But you forgetting me is what I fear the feeling has been there for years
That is in the past, and I chose to burn that bridge and dry up those tears

Inspiration
So much complexity in understanding humanity
Inspiration
So much commotion can't believe everything I am told.

Out of the quarantined mind, I will survive
Finding so much more to life without much time
Looking forward to when *the rainbow children rise

Inspiration
So much involvement only one has the ingredients
Inspiration
So much agitation from one voice making so many contradiction

Can't answer a question got no answers your insults are just dumb
So many much smarter than you but you think you know what to do
They all pander to you know you the only fool in the room

Inspiration
So much thought goes into it got to write that down before I forget
Inspiration
So much content to lazy to collect and organize it

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020

*The Rainbow Children by Prince PRN

REALITY DREAM

In the eye of inspiration

There is a dream

A dream of beauty

A dream of a destiny

The need, the desire

I focus my prayers toward that dream

To touch, feel and hear

The inspiration of that dream

It can't be given to me

I must take the best of me

Reach out for that dream

And make it reality

©Copyright 1993 Thomas Dooley