Monday, January 13, 2020

BRITTLE

The world has become brittle
While we do so little
Not in tweets, not in memes
But in the way, we follow our dreams

It takes courage to bring honest words to life
We say things wrong we say things right
As we pass the blame for these verbal fights

The world has become brittle.
As those in power think so little
Locking doors to compassion and empathy
They might control the dollars, but we are one nation.

It took strength to sit; it took strength to kneel
Harriet could have died, as history books were placed on the shelf to hide
As our children celebrate celebrities with tattooed faces

The world has become brittle.
Forcing society to change their pronouns
Just because you are not who you think you are
This journey is yours; forcing the movement just slows it down.

No medicine will heal an ego that seeks to kill
A coward that hides behind power, this filth doesn't wash off in the shower.
It takes courage to give truth a voice; that is what speaks louder.

The world has become brittle.
People live for the attention of words
Other people die because of words
As Daphne body hits the pavement

The privileged changes history just claim the victim name
Many have died before you tweeting your pain is not the same
Understand the words before you believe the lies; life is not a game 

Stop being so brittle; stop thinking so little.
Bring out the kindness you hide and the empathy inside
Look at where you have come from and just laugh.

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020





Wednesday, January 1, 2020

LISTENING

Listening to the mid sonic tone
The dream of a comforting home
To my mind all I hear OM

Listening to the sister play the flute
More than a song more than a tune
What you look for is inside you

Listening to the sunrise
The song of birth of new life
This journey begins inside

Listening to the dream
This is beyond free
There is much more to see

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020



Sunday, December 29, 2019

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



Sunday, December 22, 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
 
     

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

143

There are times when I am sad
There are times when I am mad
So I stop and think of all the good I have

143 what does that mean to me
An expression its a feeling
It is a way of being

There are feelings I hide
There are feelings I keep deep inside
So I stop and think of words to express them
I start to write...

143 is more than a number
It is something we all hunger to hear
A feeling so unconditionally clear

There are times when I am happy
There are times when I am glad
So I stop and look past the barriers to see you
That person isn't all that bad...

143 is more than a number
Add them up they become 8
That is something great

There are times when I become quiet
There are times when I become silent
So I stop and think what these numbers mean to me
Who expressed them when I was in need...

143 is more than a number
One is for I
Four is for LOVE
Three is for YOU

Now stop to think who said that to you.

Keep that number in your mind
See it with your two eyes
In the stranger next to you
Or the person you have known your whole life

Remember that I LOVE YOU

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2019


Monday, November 4, 2019

I WANNA BE YOUR SMILE

No longer I can keep this to myself
A secret crush on you I must confess
It is only to you I can never tell

I wanna be your smile
Just want to feel your style
I wanna be your smile
To be that sweet thing in my mind

I see the pictures and videos you do
As you sing every woman is inspired to lead
The beauty of you has nothing to prove

I wanna be your smile
Just want to feel your song
I wanna be your smile
To hear that sweet thing all-day long

No longer you're the one to make commands
The power is at your hand without demands
Call me a friend or a fan just glad to be this kind of man

I wanna be your smile
Just want to see you in my dreams
I wanna be your smile
To hear you sing

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2019






FOR ALL TIME

Never meet u before in my lifetime
Even though I see you in my mind
Ur  beauty would light up the night

You are the festival of light
You are the celebration of life
You are the party music I dance to
For all time

I call your silhouette my best friend
You inspire these words from hand to pen
They play your music deep within

You are the colors of the sky
You are the sound of the wind
You are the confidence is that I need to begin
For all time

Never lived life like yours If I try it would be a lie
Even though who I really am is lost inside
When inspired I run and hide

You are the creator of inspiration
You are the muse's boyfriend
You are the song to the words I write
For all time

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2019