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An Illuminating 27th Summer

Heard an old song about a guy born in a summer when he was 27 years old.
I get that song; it was kind of about me, though not directly.
At age 27, sitting in meditation transcending like many other times
Unexpectedly, White Light lit up my head, bright like the sun,
A mind blowing moment unexpected and unprepared for.

Knew I was about to merge with the cosmos
And leave everything near and dear behind
Including my girlfriend back then, Ruth, who I loved dearly.
Frightened, almost shocked, pulled out of meditation shaking
As three green lights flashed above me alarmingly.

Days later, outside of meditation Kundalini energy
Flowing from the base of my spine to the crown of my head and all around it —
All through the waking state, an upward pristine flow;
Incomparable spiritual energy streaming nonstop.
Instinctively knew what went up was never coming down.

Thought I was entering Cosmic Consciousness prematurely,
A chilling thought, strapped in a psychiatric ward implications.

Cosmic Consciousness never happened, but could handle it now.
Over 50 years later, Light born spiritual energy still flows upward
From that mind blowing awakening in an illuminating summer,
That transformed me from a wayward, drinking too much, partying guy
To a 27-year-old spiritually remade reborn man who had seen the Light and was irrevocably changed forever.

Bob Boyd

The Tomb of Jesus Christ in Shingo, Japan

According to the legend in Shingo, Japan,
when Jesus was 21 he visited Japan to
“pursue knowledge of Divinity for 12 years.”

At age 33, he traveled back to Judea to start
his mission, but the people in Judea did not
accept him as the Son of God, and decided
to crucify him.

Jesus brother, named Isukiri, took Jesus’s
place on the cross and was crucified while
Jesus escaped back to Japan and settled
there in Shingo and had 3 children with
a Japanese woman he married called
Miyuko.

Until his death at 106, he shared wisdom
and kindness with the village people, though
he was not said to have performed any
miracles there.

He is claimed to be buried in Shingo in a tomb
under a mound embedded with a large wooden cross
standing about 6 feet high.

The burial site is considered a shrine that
pilgrims visit and report feeling a profound
sense of peace there.

Bob Boyd

In Memory of the Singer Paul Davis

Looked up Paul Davis today on the Internet.
Saw he passed away at age 60 in his hometown,
Meridian, Mississippi, of a heart attack in 2008.
Though I see death as the awakening of a lifetime
and look forward to my passing,
it saddens me that this singer has left us forever.
It depresses me to see another rock icon of my
generation is gone, and I will always love
and never tire of, these two hit songs by him:

I go Crazy and Cool Night.

RIP Paul Davis.

I hope you are singing
great songs in an afterlife heaven.
And though I didn’t know you,
it grieves me that you are gone.

Bob Boyd

A Single Sentence Can Be the Death Knell of a Relationship

Maybe you are more tolerant
and forgiving than I am
When it comes to insulting words
by someone you love, words that
sometimes can be the death knell
of a romantic relationship
or even a marriage.

I’ve never been one to suffer abuse,
Suffered too much of it in my youth,
Which served me well later in life
When others tried to walk on me.

I once had a wife, who disrespectfully
and undeservedly, said to me,
“Use your fucking head.”

Unknown to her at that time,
despite my reacting angrily to her
undeserved, disrespectful words,
that sentence was the death knell of
our dying marriage that was
on life support during that time.

Though I was disappointed in her
for valid reasons, never would
I have talked to her so disrespectfully.

And with that single use your fucking head
sentence she lost my love and the
marriage forever.

Bob Boyd

Worst Bad Luck of the Draw Relationships

Relationship usually begin joyously
Everything wonderful, both on best behavior
But as the love becomes timeworn
Sometimes darkness seeps in
And evil starts to happen
Cycles of physical abuse
Rounds of cruel torments
Victims locked in bad relationships
Outcomes they didn’t imagine
When they first got involved
Like bad luck of the draw
Which Tragically sometimes
Ends in never imagined matricides
By the murdered spouses
Death the worst bad luck of the draw

Bob Boyd

Highs of Falling in Love With a Woman

You become incredibly high on love
when you first fall in love with her,
better than a drug, the greatest addiction.
She becomes more and more beautiful
even if you didn’t initially find her attractive
or thought she wasn’t your type.
You are constantly thinking about her.
Your mind always imbued with the joy of
remembering the endearing things she says.
Your feelings for her keep growing uncontrollably.
Your heart aches when you’re away from her.
Eventually the highs wear off though the love endures.
Were that the highs never died and lasted forever

Bob Boyd

The Amazing Duck Donut Shop on Pisgah Church Road in Greensboro, NC

I’m not much for donuts.
Ice cream is my thing.
Haagen Dazs my only
thing when it comes
to my favorite.

But after tasting a
Duck Donut Shop
plain donut out of
curiosity, I’m anxious
to go back there and
taste one of their
donut sundaes.

And I was surprised
to see they have a
donut ice cream
sandwich too and
a donut topped
milk shake.

This is not a promotion.
It’s a testimony about
how good I found
Duck Donuts to be.

And the name
Duck Donuts is
so appealing to me.

If you go there,
don’t say I sent you,
for they won’t know me.

And, frankly, I don’t
care if you ever go to
a Duck Donut Shop.

But I can say this;
it will be your loss
and you will miss out
on a delightful experience
in a unique donut shop.

Bob Boyd

I’m Entranced by This Polynesian Dance

Somehow a video with Polynesian dancing appeared on my YouTube page.
I clicked on the video and saw the dancing as if with new eyes.
I’d seen this kind of dancing many years ago.
But it never really impressed me like it does now.
I’m not meaning the common hula.
I’m meaning something that to me is more elegant and graceful.
I’m meaning an elegance in dancing that entranced me and
made me a admirer of this dancing that amazes and enchants me,
like the dancing in this YouTube video, beauty and elegance in the exotic and graceful hand movements and dance steps.

Enchanting!

Bob Boyd

Those the Gods Seem to Favor

Those whose lives seemed charmed
as if favored by gods

with everything seeming perfect,
the looks, the talent, the abilities,
the luck, the love

are often discovered beneath
the veneer of blessed and enviable lives
to have had unimagined troubles

consider a beautiful woman born
into inexhaustible wealth she inherits
along with her incomparable beauty

who never has to work for a living,
who seems to have everything anyone
could ever want

but after she dies, you read about all
the troubles in her less than perfect life

like

men who only wanted her for her money

or fake friends who wanted to cash in on
her abundant wealth

or alcoholism and drug addictions

or chronic mental health issues

and on and on the undercurrent of problems arise

as if those seemly favored by gods
are also cursed by them.

Bob Boyd

When I Dream of a Woman I’ve Never Met

I have had dreams of women I’ve never met,
usually not erotic, sometimes romantic.
And I often wonder about these dreamworld
encounters.

Are these women real or imaginary?
Have our dreams intersected and is she is
real as I am?
Is she a netherworld soulmate briefly making
contact as a prelude to our love in a heavenly ever after?

I like the fanciful idea of permanent love I never
found in this life blossoming in the afterlife
in a fairy tale happy ever after eternally.

But, of course, that is probably the wild imaginings
of what might be a lonely old man, though I try
not to think of myself as lonely, as active and
engage in learning and writing as I am.

And it is my hope that when I die, mysteries like
what are these women in my dreams about
will be revealed to me, the puzzle solved.

Bob Boyd

The Magician Houdini’s Pact With His Wife to Contact Her After His Death

Before Houdini died he made a pact with his wife, Bess, to try to contact her from the dead, and she vowed to do the same if she passed from this world before him.

They had a secret code to use to prove the contact was legitimate, so no fakes could claim he or she had been contacted from the dead.

Houdini died on Halloween October 31st, 1926 at 1:26 pm, and Bess held seances every Halloween for ten years seeking contact with him.

But Houdini, the man who seemed like he could break out of anything in this life, was never able to break out of the afterlife to contact her.

This has always puzzled me. Reportedly, others have had contact with deceased people from the other side. And I don’t mean mediums or psychics. I mean regular people like you and me.

A woman I worked with for years, who was stable and trustworthy, said after her mother died she was cleaning her mother’s house when her mother’s perfume flooded the air all around her.

Unfortunately, the otherworldly encounter frightened her and she ran out of the house.

And scents are often a way those that have passed on make contact with the living.

Twice I’ve seen dead people in dreams, and as I believe sometimes dreams are more than dreams, I believe these contacts were 100% legitimate.

Here’s what I also believe: Empathy can be like a magnet to the deceased.

My point in sharing these accounts is many people have experienced ADC’s, After Death Contacts, often in dreams, which makes me wonder why Houdini who seemed like he could escape out of anything in life was never able to break out of death for even a moment to greet his wife and fulfill their pact they made before he died.

I will go to my death still puzzled by that.

Bob Boyd

Secrets

I’m not a mind reader
but I’m good at sensing things
at reading the writing on the wall

I can see things coming down the pike
long before they arrive

and I knew despite all I’d done for you
that you’d forgotten those things
as if they’d never happened

and I knew with words not spoken
you had become an ingrate

and that you had secret plans
of leaving me

and you mistakenly expected
some resistance from me

not having taken the time to really
know me

and though you tried to hide it
I knew you were angry with me

for calmly saying you were free
to go without making a scene

and here’s a secret I was hiding
I was going to be relieved
when you finally left

and I knew my life would be
far better without you

then it was, or ever
could have been, with you.

Bob Boyd

40,000 to 60,000 Women Hanged or Burned at the Stake

It’s hard to imagine women were once hung or burned to death as witches
by men of faith who acted like men of demons.

How could they not be moved by the pleas and the screams
from their torments and tortures?

How could they be okay with mercilessly murdering women?

How could they harbor such misogynistic superstitions and blind beliefs
that led them to put innocent women to death?

I cannot understand an infamy so cruel, so unfeeling, so heartless.

I cannot understand how any men back then or now
could murder or even attack a woman

like a monster unleashed on earth from hell

like a devil with a demon’s mind.

Though those women were tortured and
burned to death unjustly and wickedly centuries ago,

thoughts of what happened to them
haunt me and trouble me so.

Bob Boyd

Werewolf Prey

When night cloaks Greensboro Park
During foreboding full moon phases
The park grows eerie and silent
Before the terrors happen:
Werewolves emerge and howl
Aliens and cryptids scatter
Silent trees gasp and quiver
Flowers awaken and panic
Spring grass lays low and shudders
Sedate rocks moan and tremble
Teens getting drunk in the park
Scream and try to run away
All of them caught and slaughtered
All of them werewolf prey

Bob Boyd

Begging Her to Come Back to Him

In the romantic song,
the man is begging
the woman to come
back to him,

and he’s asking her
for a second chance.

I’ve never begged a
woman to come
back to me.

I’ve never asked for
a second chance

whether she or
I chose to end things.

But listening to the song
I can see why maybe
begging her to stay,
asking for a second
chance

might be the
right thing to do in
this case

because he cheated
on her.

But were I her, no
matter how sorry
he seemed,

no matter how much
he begged

or even cried, I’d never
have anything to do
with him again.

“History often repeats itself.”

Bob Boyd

I’d Like to Have a Dog

I’d like to have a dog,
a better companion
one could not ask
for

an unconditional love
like no other

always excited to see
you when you have
been away

whether you were
gone for a month
or a day

you don’t get that
kind of excitement
from humans

I don’t have a dog
because I just don’t
want to do the work

of being the dog’s
indentured, personal
poop scooper for the
rest of my life

Bob Boyd

the shangri-la of being in her arms

being in her arms was always a safe haven
from the worries and the troubles of the world
being in her arms was always a sanctuary
from the problems I brought upon myself
being in her arms was like a shangri-la
compared to the world outside her embrace
I wish I could have spent my entire life
in the blissful loving confines of her arms
but all things eventually come to an end
and tears often fall from partings

bob boyd

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