Two Pets

I have an iRobot that vacuums my floors

It moves about methodically, running into things like a retarded R2D2

Working noisily without complaint

Randomly cleaning without any sense at all

It's an annoying pet

I have to feed it electricity, clean it, set a schedule for it, which by the way I have to adhere to

Twice a week at 10 O'clock I have to pick up furniture to prepare its canvass for work

Then I watch it sweep the floor like a lunatic, as if I'll gain some insight to its crazy mathematical pattern

A life altering moment of bliss brought about by insanity... usually within an hour

My cat watches safely from atop the stairs for totally different reasons

Probably thinking to himself

"That fucking thing ain't natural"

He's terrified of it and rightly so...

If the iRobot could clean up cat vomit, cough up its own hairball of dust and dirt into the trash, then I think I've found the perfect symbiotic relationship

Until that day... I have to take care of two pets

Life's Window

I make every effort to shut off my senses

Not completely

Just to a dull momentum to stay in tune

To notice the harmonious,

The unstable gloriousness,

The comfort of manmade things imitating the color of nature that I can watch through my window...

Is the feel of sage as comfortable as its scent

I prefer its scent all the while knowing to run my grasp through its leaves releases its wonderful fragrance

Is the sight of ocean fog as warm through my glass as it is felt upon my skin

A cool, smoky hand of the sea reaching out and caressing the land as if in love

Are the needles of pine and its sticky pitch as green through my eyes as sting upon my stitch

I have felt these things...I know

I know the pain, the cold, the stringent odor of life and motion is for me and all those who wish to notice

I no longer have to imagine, I've experienced, I've loved

Pretty Lights

Follow me into the abysmal caress of infatuation and I will show you only one thing is lovely

Everything will disappear into the dark but one

Faintly lit it will be your only light and guide

one direction

Falling

You will feel the cold hand upon your back  pushing...then shoving

Warmth seeks out no one, but is willing to be found selflessly

The fantasy is that it somehow wants you

That is but a dim, pretty light and forgotten

Give and you'll be found

Rain

Poured hills of grey along the rusted river way

Crackling and the shackling of water can be heard

Moisture everywhere

Can almost swim through the air

Maybe drink the atmosphere while cold tears bundle into streams and spit off the glass and wetness falls upon sadness and dies

Caring not nor cry

An absolute unforgiving lullaby

The Reality of "God"

Can we agree on the definition of "God"?

A reality as opposed to a being, a thing, an individual

A reality we can change with our own free will, love and understanding

A reality which encompasses all

How about a consciousness that excepts the reality that we're all lost and finding our way

A consciousness that exposes and excepts responsibility for the choices one makes and forgives...to allow redemption, room to breathe and freedom

A peace within the harmony of death and destruction and creation and life

Maybe "God" is a moment, a heart beat in time in which we are all brought together as conscious beings to see one another as essential parts of one reality

A reality that all life is conscious and sacred

If we can agree on that definition of "God", then we all have the same reality