Day: February 17, 2024

Clinically Dead Never More Alive

Spoke to one of the post clinically dead
yesterday.

She can’t wait to go back to the Light
and the Love.

I yearn to go there too and experience
the wonders of the Light and the Love

beyond this often unfair, sometimes
dangerous, coin toss life.

Too many things in this impermanent
world I no longer like.

Let me fly to the higher one in a
heavenbound kite.

And bask in the Light of eternal
peace.

To live forever in the unimaginable,
the no one wants to leave it, the
unconditional Love.

Bob Boyd

urban city streets

all over America

infested with drugs

declining country

far cry from its distant past

minus all the drugs

the shootings and the mayhem

mournful modern life

if only we could retrieve

sane days of the past.

Bob Boyd

Suddenly I was here
but where I was before
unknown to me
except I’m told I was
in the womb.

Though this I know;
what I mean is
where was I pre-womb,
a spirit in the astral
fully cognisant of
self?

Or was I am uncreated
self out of nothing
into something?

Or am I and
everything out of
and back into
the eternal Self?

Bob Boyd

At first you seemed angelic,
your face, your voice, even
your name.

But when you got
comfortable the darkness
crawled out of your soul.

Even your angel face
changed, eyes in unguarded
moments evil.

At times your voice
lost its sweetness,
sounded malevolent.

And you became
insanely jealous
of Gina, my coworker,

culminating in you
enraged and armed shooting
her and me at work.

I survived, Gina didn’t.
you vanished, and the
police learned

your MO was to get insanely
jealous and kill any
perceived rivals,

six in five states, reinventing
yourself with different names
and disguises each kill.

I don’t know if there’s a hell
but I believe you’ll be
somewhere like that

when you die, probably a
horrible death, and that’s
revenge enough for me.

Bob Boyd