Day: August 11, 2024

In his world of woes
He staked his claim
On a hill of heartaches

He buried his heart
In a cemetery of despair
And never loved again

Bob Boyd

Those dreams returned again and again
Of a deceased girlfriend from yesteryear.
Real or just dreams, he wondered.

When she looked at him and talked
And he started becoming entranced
He wondered if she was possessing him.

In the most lucent and personal dream
She said they’d be together again soon.

He died of a massive heart attack
The day after that netherworld prophecy.

Bob Boyd

In a deep coma from a head injury
He wasn’t entirely comatose.

He could feel the prayers of
All the friends and loved ones
Praying for him day and night.

He traveled into the afterlife,
Saw mysteries and wonders
While he was astrally there.

Saw the One, the Ruler of
Time and Space. Knew
His life was changed forever.

When came out of the coma,
A new reborn, healed man,
Attended St. Philip’s Seminary
Became a devout Catholic priest.

Bob Boyd

We’re thrown into this crazy mix,
A world with lots of pitfalls
Where evil has full reign.

We had no choice it seems
Being born into all of this.
Some claim we had a choice;
Some say we chose our lives
Before we were born here.

According to some beliefs
Our mistakes are being tallied
By a judging Overload above.

Too many mistakes and you’re
Imprisoned in a burning hell.

Woe to those who come here
As psychopaths and such
Consigned to hell from birth.

Woe to regular people who
Make a lot of human mistakes
If the judging Overload theory
Is one hundred percent true.

I don’t believe it, do you?

Bob Boyd