What Happened to Hitler When He Died?

Here’s my theory that I will tell:
At first he felt the anguishing weight
of all the horrors, of all the sorrows
of all the deaths upon his darkened soul,
a dark soul no Divine Light could enter
consigned into something akin to Hell,
near eternal penance for the multitudes of
sorrows, horrors, and deaths he like a demon
possessing a madman, cast upon the world.
Conjuring the insidious evil of the Holocaust,
he would endure a similar suffering in a Hell
of his diabolical Karma that would go on and on.
After thousands of years of unspeakable suffering,
humbled and remade enough to begin a gradual
ascent to higher worlds where timeless
years later, he would find a loving forgiving
God awaiting him in an eternal paradise
beyond words, beyond imagination
permeated with unconditional love and
eternal unending bliss.

Of course my theory could be harebrained wrong
Perhaps Hitler was reincarnated repeatedly
as an endangered dog in a country where
a dog was a lip-smacking gourmet delight,
But who among us could be right?

Bob Boyd

When The Love of My Life Died at Age 18

My love, sweet Marella, died in 1962; a savage colon cancer took her out.
Only 18, just beginning life to be my forever wife ended.
The day she died I think subconsciously I wanted to drink myself to death.

That mournful night I drank beer, whisky, wine, and other drinks I can’t remember.
I passed out, when I don’t know, woke up in the Emergency Room and was doing okay under the critical circumstances until I remembered Marella was dead.

Perhaps because I was little more than a lamenting, lifeless corpse full of booze crying uncontrollable tears, I died of a broken heart when my ticker stopped ticking and I was clinically dead.

Above my body watching doctors frantically trying to save me, I didn’t want to go back to my devastated life without Marella, my sweet Marella.

As if she read my thoughts, Marella appeared before me in spirit, dressed in a white glowing gown looking more beautiful and more radiant than she ever did on earth.
Transmitting thoughts, reading each others minds, talking was impossible, we swore a love allegiance, and Marella told me as surely as the stars lit up the night sky we’d be together again and forever.

Cruelly, at that glorious, unforgettable moment I was slammed back into my body, a doctor pounding paddles on my chest, the feel of my body heavy and uncomfortable after being in my light, ethereal body.

Now each night I meet Marella in dreams, and a dream wife is good enough for me, my love for her strong enough to wait until I really die and I’m reunited with my sweet Marella forever.

Bob Boyd

In the Rock Hills of Lalibela

Hewn into rock hills in Lalibela
sacred second Jerusalem
stands in Ethiopia.

Place of pilgrimage
sacred site where
pilgrims come to pray.

For over a thousand years
infused with the prayers
of millions.

A giant etched cross
adorns the top sealed
with a promise of heaven.

Stone shrine conferring
blessings, the magnificent
Church of Saint George.

Secret High School Crushes

I remember in high school
A galaxy away
When a high school girl
Would secretly harbor a crush
On a high school boy
And he’d be oblivious
Unfortunately.
I know I missed out on
Some of those sweet
High School girl crushes.
I remember being told
So and so had a
Wicked crush on me
After the fact and
After she had a
Lucky boyfriend.
If only I’d known.

Bob Boyd

The Dancing Woman In The 30’s Song

I love the pretty dancing woman at 1:22 minutes
in the rousing 30’s song, I Want To Be Bad.
I love how she so gracefully, so elegantly moves.
My overstimulated imagination wonders what she was like.
I’d like to go back in time and have a chance to meet her,
a lovelorn part of me believes it can see a soulmate
whose love I missed by being born too late for her.
I further dream of our passed ships
docking in the afterlife for love evermore.
Sure it’s crazy, but isn’t love sometimes crazy,
and who could emphatically prove my silly wishful
speculation is utterly impossible nonsense?
Is it not said that truth is stranger than fiction?
So what if this is one of those truths and
a pretty dancing woman in a 30’s song
is my forever soulmate awaiting me
in the afterlife?

Bob Boyd

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