ALL MY DREAMS

Of all my dreams of you
I think about which one
I would have come true

Not the one,
Where we had a moment alone
As I shared my love for you

Not the one,
I praised you with riches and gold
As I gave you all that I own

Of all my dreams of you
I dream of which one
I would have come true

Not the one,
I took you on a trip far away
As we see the sun and sky of another place

Not the one,
You took me in you arms
As you made me feel so warm

Of all my dreams of you
The one I would wish to come true

That every time you smiled
I would know that smile was just for me

CHANGE ON

Stepped out to make a change
Which way do I go?
Turning point meets my soul
Do what I’m told or fallow my soul?
Paths with no tracks just take a chance
Living is nothing but chances

Change on, change on
There is a time to go on
There is a time to settle down

Change on, change on
Find my mountain and clime
My spirit is on high

Stepping down to get out
What am I about?
Do the thing I don’t what to
Just to do what I want too
Fallow the fools
Who talk like they know what to do?

Change on, change on
If the way is clear go on
You could be strong

Change on, change on
The times will get heard
But you will never starve

Stepping is the first thing
Moving on is the second thing
Strength is the third thing
There still believe in the thing unseen
Then you know you’ll be free
Let me be free to be free

Change on, change on
Hear on lesson to what you want
Therese a message in every part

Change on, change on

WARM SAND

Warm sand
Walking only if I can stand it
Take my hand
Walk with me
In the warm sand
Imagine the bliss
The warmth of the sand
Like the warmth of your kiss
Walking in warm sand
If it's to much
Step in the water to cool off
Warm sand
I want to know you
To know the people of your land
Warm sand
Let me feel it between my toes
Sifting in my hands
Warm sands
Let me feel it while I can

©2011 Thomas Dooley

HERO

The heroes of today are not the heroes of yesterday
The heroes of yesterday had a purpose
They had a goal had a loud voice

The heroes of today have only agents
Telling them where to go what to say
What is popular is their way of life

The heroes of yesterday
Stood up when other sat down
They told the truth
As others believed the lies

The heroes of today
Live for the popular movement
Become heroes off others tragedy
While they ware fashionable ribbon on their lapel

Comparing heroes of then and now
Are like comparing apples to oranges
The real heroes are not seen
They’re not really loud

A hero gives of them selves
A hero gives of their lives
Givers of truth, but given so little
In the front lines of life
Truth is their life



©2011 Thomas Dooley

FEELING THE PEACE

I feel I have lost the fight.
Don’t know if I’m wrong or right.
I just want to feel the joy of life.
My whole day is like being lost in the night.

What to go where I haven’t gone
Find the joy of a glories song.
An inspiring friend for life long
Just want to feel strong.

Where did I go? Where have I been
I don’t like where I’m at
I don’t want to live in the past.
Don’t want to live life fast.

Just want to take it slow.
Sitting on a mountain top.
Looking up to the Lord
With a prayer to feel whole


©2011 Thomas Dooley

AUGUST RAINS

August rains are falling People are calling your name Through the sadness and the pain A glimmer of hope shines through the rain.  A young boy down and out Nowhere to go but down He listens for the sound That will bring out the power in him Someone, everyone searching for a better way Got to keep on working, no time to play Should I go, should I stay? When will it be my day? So can’t you hear the August rains? Listen to the people say your name.  August Rains are not a storm. They are gentle and warm.  © Copyright 2011 Thomas Dooley

DEAR MARIA / BABY IN SUMMER

Maria Z. Woods
June. 17 - Dec. 2, 1991
Dear Maria
Something special came into my life.
A baby so soft, so kind
Dear Maria, you touched my heart
Dear Maria, you will always be a part of my memories
Such a pretty little girl
A miracle to this world
With a smile on your face
it would be a happy day
Without a worry, life was okay
Dear Maria, there are tears in my eyes for you.
Dear Maria, I will always miss you
Pictures of you in my head
Wishing you would come back again
Some day I will see you again
Knowing my heart will soon mend
Dear Maria, I will miss you.
Dear Maria, may God bless you
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BABY IN THE SUMMER
She was brought into this world with a smile
She took me by surprise
When she took my glasses and poked me in the eye
She was much too young to make me cry
Baby in the summer
You came when the sun was warmer
But you left me when it got colder
Baby in the summer
Six months was all that you could stay
Even though I prayed that you would stay
I didn’t know anything I liked more
Then baby love
You didn’t know how to lie
Never to make my heart sore
Love like that is hard to find
There is no other love I will ever know
Baby in the summer
You came when the sun was high
But you left when the moon was low
Baby in the summer
Not enough time to test your life
But just enough to change mine
Baby in the summer
Was there another mother you had to find?
Baby in the summer
Was there another family you had to find?
If I had no more tears in my eyes
Will you still be a part of my life?
You will always be my
Baby in the summer
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Mariah was an extraordinary baby; she was always happy. Mariah was the daughter of a friend of mine. We had a falling out, and when I got back in touch with her, she was pregnant with Mariah. Then when we meet again and put the past behind us, Mariah came. When I would go home after work, on my way, I would stop to see Mariah. This poem means a lot to me; it was a time of change in my life. Every time I read it and the tears would swell in my eyes. It always makes me think of all the times I held her. There is nothing to describe the feeling of how special she was.

December 2000
Ten years later, I still think of her and what she would be like today. I remember the day that her mom called me; I don’t remember crying so hard. Years later, I would go out to an elderly home to read my poems. I would read poems that I thought the people would like, and one of them I chose was DEAR MARIAH. When I started reading the poem, I just started crying like it happened yesterday. I think about those days, and it leaves warmness in my heart.


©2010 Thomas Dooley