Where is your Monkey Man?

Here and there you will see the shadows of the monkey man, strange but true.
So why do I laugh so hard at the thoughts of a stoned monkey man. Not a nightmare, nor a dream, but the thoughts of crazy, unleashed foolishness, and the laughter of a young time. It does not cure, but stands out alone, as a medicine of the years, erasing the aged wears of responsibility.
So in the shadows there is a stoned monkey man, because it makes us laugh of the absurd and trifle moments of true self. The world will not make sense; we can try, and we will try very hard. You just cannot continue without the sound of hysterical laughter aimed at the strange and very meaningless thoughts of a stoned monkey man. Twisted? Maybe! But when you find your funny thoughts and they make you smile over and over again, do not let them go!

Face to Face

I have travelled here to receive answers

I left my known to receive the unknown

You let me travel here on my own

You never questioned my reasons

I bellowed a cry of frustration

I allowed for my pain to protrude

You carried me to comfort

You shut off my query once again

I am entering a new place of hope

I bow to my new sanity with glee

Who I am

This is who I am
Standing here, facing the day.
No mask, no cape, no super powers

This is who I am
Taking my life forward
No trials, no expectations, no plans

This is who I am
Giving it all I got
No scheme, no deception, no regret

This is just who I am

A visit

The devil made a visit the other day, he sat down beside me. With a coldness, I gained strength from all I am. Soaring thoughts of damnation, turmoil and darkness, faded quickly. All the light surrounded in warmth, power and peace. Faith towers over the tug of evil, laughter prevailed.

He sat with a stare, a non-presence, a blank now of known power. One on one and no where to go, understood of protection. This is the end of it, no weakness here.