The Cover of His Book!

By El-Veasey

Copyright 2001 El-Veasey Publishing

He's mouth was closed tight like a bear trap, if you talked about anything but cars!

But if you talked cars, suddenly his mouth was an exploding volcano, spewing words like hot lava all over you!

What are your thoughts on the politics dad?

Suddenly his mouth becomes a clam! His voice deserts him, his shoulders shrug, as "I don’t know" struggles from his lips like a rabbit from a python's grip!

I could never read my dad's mind like a book; not because it was filled with blank pages!

Maybe he only wrote on certain pages.

Or maybe he kept the ones he wrote on to himself.

At any rate, it's hard to get to know your dad

If all he lets you read, is the cover of his book!

Composers

Composers

By El-Veasey

Copyright 2005 El-Veasey Publishing Inc

If life is like a song

compose one you won't mind singing.

If it's more like a bell,

fashion one you won't mind ringing!

We're all composers

in one form or another,

every man and woman

sister or brother!

We weave with the strands

of experience and time,

every thought

or feeling in mind.

We marvel at our lives

and never pause to reflect,

that we are cause

as well as the effect.

When we compose in the light

and not in the dark,

are lives become

a work of Art!

Spiritually High!

Spiritually High!

By El-Veasey
Copyright 2005 El-Veasey Publishing Inc


Some of use to try and still probably try!
To use chemicals to get a spiritual high!
But after years or moments of abuse----
We found that.....they left us flat
On our backs-----or on our faces!
In some strange places!

Then----- we vowed
never do it again!
But heard the sweet calling of our old friend
Then reluctantly answered again!
And rebegan......the descent down the hole
In our Soul!

Blindly seeking relief form the cold wind's bite!
In the belly of the beast---in the belly of the fright!
Smiling on the outside....but on the inside sad
And maybe deep down..... hurt or mad!
But too proud to show it.....own it or know it!

Just skipping in the darkness we "know" as the light
A walking daydreamer with eyes closed tight!
Cause what frightens us most.....and most of us to death
Is becoming aware......of how we've deceived ourselves!

A spiritual high is anything but thing a thing
Ring, a ding ding ding......ding a ling ling!

When we've freed ourselves from the chemical hole
And beheld the true light glittering in our soul!
Like a bird from its cage....our soul shall fly
Then we'll truly be.....Spiritually high!

Bye!

Crows Bait!

Crows Bait!

By El-Veasey

Copyright 2005 El-Veasey Publishing Inc

No matter what we achieve in this life,

the greatest glory or the greatest gain.

The highest office or the greatest shame,

we leave it all behind!

Whether heroes or villains

We all end up the same.

Crows Bait!

Atomic Bomb of Love!

Atomic Bomb of Love!

El-Veasey

Copyright 2000 El-Veasey Publishing Inc

I want to do something beautiful, something magnificent like a rose

Something sparkling, dazzling like a diamond,

Something, stimulating, exciting, inspiring,

like an atomic bomb exploding

in your mind with love!

Out Of Time!

Out Of Time!

By El-Veasey!

Copyright 2002 El-Veasey Publishing Inc

We put things off, on stand-by, on delay,

Instead of acting in time, on time,

We wait until the time has passed us by!

Then act and wonder why, we're out of time,

Out of synch, we've missed the boat,

The game, the show!

Must go on!

Like Gas On Flames!

By El-Veasey
Copyright 2001 El-Veasey Publishing Inc

He stormed-out in a
cloud of smoke
like a furnace ablaze!

Fire shooting from his eyes
Like flames across a plain
with no rain!

Suddenly he's drenched by a
shower of calm as his flames fizzle
like dark before the dawn!.

As the one he blames,
smiles from his mirror
like a buffoon on the run!