A Humble Man -

At ease in cowboy boots and Levis
working the cattle or  crafting wood;
putting on his suit forthe office
he's a humble man of basic good.

His beard is streaked with gray and brown
and he sets his jaw that certain way
declaring his code of living life:
that is his individual way.

Those blue eyes can read a person's face;
appreciate a blue Texas sky.
In them you'll see compassion
and a big heart therein lies.

He has a  view of what is right
integrity rated number one.
He's a selfless and a thoughtful man.
His time is for family, friends and fun.

I'm glad to know this man of honor.
I cannot think of any other
who gives more meaning to my life
than Bill: loved and respected brother.

Revised 2/8/2012  copyright Michele Campbell

CACOPHONY

Is there someone much like me:

Synapses electrically askew;

an underdeveloped amygdala and

rapid cycling moods. No balance.

I wonder if those voices I hear

are familiar to another too.

Not commands or suggestions..

a cacophony that my head can't turn off.

Several at once - sometimes I strain

to discern the conversation. It's always inane

but disturbing because I know it involves me.

I'm not on mescaline, LSD or even paranoid...

Perhaps the hippie drugs would clarify the whole thing.

I have lost hope in being understood

When my behavior is erratic, it's because

I'm bipolar.

Did you know this greatly compromises your credibility?

ANTICIPATION

I'm shriveled in bitter shadows
awaiting Death's deliverance.

Ah, Morte, hasten and escort me
to that placeof ecstacy where pain no longer exists.

What relief -- my spirit would be exuberant in its liberation.


Micello Copyright December 2008