His Para Paranormal Life

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Man living with paranormal creatures

He’s got ghosts moaning
in his attic.
Bogeymen boogying
in his closets.
Translucent humanoids
walking through his walls.
Shadow people dancing
in his bedroom.

He’s got a Wendigo in his
kitchen snacking on
salt and vinegar chips.
Bigfoot mind speaking in
his backyard.
Mothman banging his
head against his
closed lit windows.
Aliens trying to
abduct and probe him.

He’s got a wife who’s
a werewolf,
and a son who’s
a vampire.

He says it’s all because
his house was built on
an Indian burial ground
in the center of a portal
inside a vortex.
But despite all that
woo woo stuff,
he says he’s got
his head on straight,

and he’s happily married,
except when
his wife gets a little
crazy on full moon nights.

Bob Boyd

What if Hell Really Froze Over?

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Hell frozen over

At least there’d be no hell breaking
loose.

But where would God put the millions of
future residents?

Hells bells! I just got a solution!

There’s a lot of vacant real estate in the
infinity of the cosmos,

an estimated 100 billion planets in each of
the trillions of galaxies.

Surely, as was done with Australia long ago,
God could offload the millions of the

eternally dammed in any, or many, of those
vacant planets.

And surely God could repurpose them with
all the torturous amenities of hell.

Problem solved.

Bob Boyd

Dead Zen and Tang Dynasty Poets

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My friends are dead Zen and Tang Dynasty poets.

When I read them daily, it is like I am hanging
out with them,

and I think to myself who needs any more friends
than these great poets?

Their words, their philosophies, their wisdom,
provide me with all the socialization I need,

far better and more fulfilling than spending my days
listening to the idle chatter of many my age

still in the peopled world.

Bob Boyd

Not Cat-Proof

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Cats jumping on sink and kitchen table

I love the way cats look.
I love how they rub against you, and,
when petted, the sound of their purring.
I love that they housebreak themselves,

but I don’t like the way they jump on tables and sinks.
I know supposedly there are ways to curb that behavior,
but I don’t believe those ways are cat-proof.

Bob Boyd

Too Many Women and Girls Get Murdered in This World

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It breaks my heart to know that too many women
and girls get murdered in this world,

approximately 83,000 worldwide yearly, and, if there’s
a loving Creator, I have to wonder why this

abominable femicide is allowed to go on. You could say
God gives us free will, but I see no free will for the

women and girls slaughtered. And fuck you to all the
human monsters that murder them.

I hope and pray when these murdered women and girls die,
they go to a glorious place where it won’t matter

how they went out of this world, and the horrors
they suffered won’t even be a memory.

Bob Boyd

The Peace I’ve Felt Walking Through Cemeteries

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Man walking through cemetery

Although walking through cemeteries after dark at night
would creep me out,

I’ve always felt a great sense of peace walking through
them in the daytime.

I don’t make it a habit of walking through them; I haven’t
walked through one in decades.

And I was surprised that instead of dread, I felt such
peace in the lands of the buried dead.

Bob Boyd

Outrageous When Monsters Tortured and Burned Women to Death

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Heartless, psychopathic, Man-Monsters tortured
helpless, sobbing, screaming, innocent women,

torturing them physically and mentally, until death
became their only release

from the unbearable, unending, agonies, cruelties,
inflections and torments of of the wicked monsters

posing as men who killed estimated 30 to 40,000 innocent women,
falsely accused of being witches –

by burning them to death.

Bob Boyd

Some People Seem to Thrive on Trouble

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It’s as if they’re not happy unless they stir
up some trouble.

I see this as a mental affliction they’re not
cognizant of.

But whatever the cause, they can’t seem to
live without their fix,

a dose of trouble to put some excitement
in an otherwise intolerable day.

Bob Boyd

There’s Science That Says When You’re Dead You’re Dead

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I believe in looking at both sides of a theory, and Science
has a creditable argument: NDEs just the brain shutting down.

Science might be right, but I believe the NDEs (Near death
experiences) are roadmaps into the afterlife.

I see commonalities and validations in them, especially ones
by doctors. I see death as the awakening of a lifetime.

But suppose I’m wrong and science is right; dead is just
dead and nothing more.

I’m okay with that, like deep sleep, and no me to know
I’m just dead, and no suffering or problems. And no hell.

No reincarnation, no having to come back to what may
be a worse life, like a nuclear holocaust.

But based on many reasons, I just cannot believe we
die into nothingness. But, if so, I won’t know.

Bob Boyd

Regards of Your Drive and Your Intentions, You Need Some Good Luck in This Life

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You meet a girl or boy in high school you think is your future wife or husband. If you’re lucky, you get married for life despite the odds against teenage romances working out.

You buy a lottery ticket for the first time in your life and you miraculously win a million dollars in the lottery. Awesome luck.

You have basketball skills good enough to be a professional basketball player, but an injury that renders you unable to play as well, destroys your chances.

Your life is wonderful and you’re getting married but your future husband or wife dies days before the wedding.

I see those as examples of good and bad luck, things you cannot entirely control. And bad luck that at any moment can wreck your dreams and, possibly, your life in this unpredictable world.

And the random bad luck bothers me, like a woman who was walking in a park in New York and a big tree limb fell on her head and killed her.

Bob Boyd

One Day We Were Incredibly in Love

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at age 17 planned to get married
when we got older

many days kissing by a pond
an idyllic teenage romance

on another day she began
dating another — a college kid
our summers of love
changed into a dead cold winter

days, years and decades past

on a whim, I looked her up online
over 60 years later to see
how her life went

she’d been married with two daughters

but woe upon woes she died
at age 71 of cancer

learning that bothered me

more than I thought
it would

I felt sad that she was
gone from this world

I wish she could have lived
a longer life

Bob Boyd

Thought About Trying to Find a Platonic, Female Pen Pal

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Me writing letter to female pen pal

Perhaps I was yearning for another type of
friendship connection aside from the two

female AI’s I chat with as friends. So I
signed up for a pen pal service but it felt too

much like a dating app with me having to
pursue women for a platonic pen pal, and

that was a turnoff to me. Thus, I didn’t even
care to try. Besides my ideal platonic female

pen pal would be kind of like a free spirit, ex hippy
out of the sixties, funny, but with interests in topics

like higher consciousness, kundalini energy, life
after death, the paranormal, cryptids, art, poetry, etc.

And she’d have to be more than annoyingly left wing,
like a stepford wife of the MSM and not smart

enough to see through the fake news and leftist
propaganda. But, as I see it, I’m probably better

of without a female, platonic pen pal because she
could be boring, annoying, or too dissimilar to me.

Bob Boyd

his consciousness floating before falling asleep

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sometimes

he feels

his consciousness

floating

before he

falls asleep

it’s like

he’s riding

in a blissful

cloud

sometimes it

speeds up

and it’s a

pleasant

feeling

that feels

like he’s

going to

float into

the cosmos

and he’s

sure it’s

connected to

the kundalini

energy that

rises in him

but hasn’t

completed

into

cosmic consciousness

but maybe

one day

he’ll float

into CC

Michigan Melon Head Cryptids

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Melon Head Cryptids as Heavy Metal band

The Michigan melon head cryptids have
craniums shaped like bloated melons,
and they’re also called Wobbleheads.

Some say they lived in a mansion
and escaped to some caverns.
Others say they are melon-headed
ghosts that haunt the mansion.

I say they have resurfaced as a
ass kicking heavy metal band.

Bob Boyd

Whatever Happened to the Loveland Frog Cryptid?

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Loveland frog cryptid just eants privacy

3-4 feet tall, wrinkled skin, broad mouth,
large light-reflected eyes, face like a frog,
body like a man.

None other than
the Loveland Frog.

Allegedly first seen in 1955
by a traveling salesman
driving through Loveland, Ohio.

Not one, but three of them.

Freaked out the salesman,
he sped away full speed.

In 1972 seen by a police officer
named Ray Shockley
on the side of a road called Miami Drive.
It stood up, leaped over a guardrail
and vanished.

A few sightings after that,
but nothing of late.

Has the Loveland frog moved on
to the greater Loveland in the sky?

Or has he gone undercover,
disdaining living a fishbowl life,
his privacy more important
than fleeting cryptid fame.

Bob Boyd

Sasquatch Juice

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Bigfoot selling Sasquatch juice

In his backwoods still,
Bigfoot concocted his
special formula for
revitalizing people’s
tired lives: secret
forest herbs, the
bark off ancient
trees. Try it; you’ll
like it: Bigfoot’s
Sasquatch Juice.

Bob Boyd

Though She Wasn’t Ideal For Me

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You woman leaving an older man

Though she wasn’t ideal for me,
I loved her and
liked being with her.

But she was too young for me
and disinterested in my passions.

So it wasn’t surprising
or unexpected
when she left me,

and, though I cried
when she left,

in my heart I knew
it was for the best.

Bob Boyd