Month: August 2024

A man in Africa said he could read the minds of animals
And telepathically communicate with them as well.
When he told his prominent family about his new power,
To get him psychiatric help, they called the authorities
Who locked him away in an institution for the insane.
Peeved at his family’s betrayal and his imprisonment,
He sat quietly in his room, closed his eyes, and summoned
A gang of gorillas who tore the institute apart and rescued him,
And he spent the rest of his life living with the gorillas
Trusting them more than harmful, unbelieving humans.

Bob Boyd

There’s been a pandemic of crazy people lately.
Why is nobody talking about this?
Road ragers going nuts on the highways.
Unbalanced protestors blocking traffic on streets.
Lunatically crazy women called Karens everywhere.
Women legitimately named Karen flipping out too,
Bat crap crazy about their name being profaned.
Unhinged people throwing paint on art masterpieces.
More crazed fathers shooting their families to death.
Insane people shooting scores of people weekly.
Crazy people getting fleeting fame for crazy things.
Some Christains say the Second Coming is soon;
God knows we could use a Jesus miracle now
To heal this world of all the increasing craziness,
And that idea is probably a little crazy too.

Bob Boyd

Met her in the dreamscape.
Walked into one of her dreams.
Not by design, not sure how.
I must have been invited or
Somehow lured there by her
Not sure what kind of being
Her so far formless self is,
Sense a loving presence.
Maybe tonight I’ll find out.

Bob Boyd

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

My girlfriend Chelsea (Never liked that name)
Is an uncommonly crazy different kind of woman

Loved all sorts of paranormal and New Age stuff,
Claimed her animal totem was a howling werewolf.

And she would often howl all through our house.
God how I hated that annoying, foolish racket.

And I often worried about her mental faculties,
More than once I suggested she see a shrink

Until one fateful full moon Halloween night.
She howled louder than usual and growled.

When I went to see what was wrong with her,
She had morphed into a ten foot werewolf.

Maybe because she loved me she let me go
When I ran out of our house like a sprinter.

And ain’t no way I’m ever going back.

Bob Boyd

When a teenager
Christian teenager posed
As a friend

Told me it was
Jesus or Hell

Said what if I
Lived on an island
And never heard
Of Jesus?

Chrstian guy had
No answer for that
And became a
Fair weather friend

But really he was a
Phony friend
With his agenda

Never respected that
Don’t to this day
And cannot abide
The one and only way

But Jesus is cool
And I believe
He’s real deal
But not the
Only way

Unless he tells
Me so when I
Meet him after
I die.

You see I’m a
Believer in Christ
But not as the
One and only way

Bob Boyd

Hiking in the mountains by myself,
Should have brought a buddy.
Hiking alone is not advisable.
Sometimes people get lost;
Sometimes people disappear.
Saw a hiker 50 yards from me,
Appeared to be a young male.
A flash of light lit up the sky,
And the hiker was gone.
Scared the hell out of me,
Believed a UFO nabbed him.
What else could it be?

Bob Boyd

Any animal that wears a mask
I honest to God cannot trust.
I caught three of those thieves
Commiting unarmed robbery
In two of my garbage cans.
I arrested them for the theft
And those raccoons surrendered
And held their hands in the air.
Coming to my saner senses
I didn’t press any charges,
And now I leave them
Plates of food every day,
And they no longer have to
Tip over my garbage cans.

Bob Boyd

This world is not my real home,
Thought it was when I was younger.
I felt like I’d live here young forever,
Rarely paid attention to the Reaper.
Only others died, mostly old people
But never me. I was young forever.
Now I see with the vision of years,
And know how temporary this life is,
And that my real home is in the
Permanent beyond, beyond this
Life of agonies and uncertainties,
And I’m getting closer to my
One way trip to my real home.

Bob Boyd

Learned today raindrops
aren’t shaped like drops,
Shaped like hamburger buns.
Just another example of
Things not being as they seem.
Makes me wonder how many
Other things are not the way
We have thought they were.
Makes me wonder if the
World holds more mysteries,
Things not as once thought.
Some claim aliens live
On our planet in oceans.
Hard to believe that’s true
But imagine if it was.

Bob Boyd

In her youth, her beauty unmatched
Graced many movies and TV shows
Gradually her beauty began to dim
A beauty I thought would last forever
Even if she lived to be a hundred
Alas I guess as is to be expected
In her so called golden years
Her beauty has lost all its glory
And it is irretrievably gone forever
My heart weeps a thousand tears

Bob Boyd

Ancient religions prominent in the past, diminished.
Time has nearly erased them all into oblivion.
Attempting to revive them, some are believing
In these once prominent religions again, practicing
Their rituals and in retelling their ancient stories.
Christianity’s influence is diminishing in Europe
And in America too, consider the war on Christmas.
Will Christianity be nearly erased into oblivion too?

Bob Boyd

She was driving
He was sleeping
Cities, towns
Mountains, meadows
Fields, farms
Streamed by
He opened his eyes
Saw God and knew
A semi had plowed
Into them and instantly
They were dead and
Had arrived at a
Better place than
Their earthbound
Idaho Destination
Angels sang and
They were in heaven

Bob Boyd

Heard an old song by the Carpenters
Called Yesterday Once More.
And it took me way back to a
Yesterday once more before all the
Division and the strife now in this life.
I remember cooler, smoother times
When news was more objective,
And nobody was crying fake news.
If I could invent a prototype time machine,
I’d be there having some happier times
Yesterday once more in those better days.

Bob Boyd

Shaivite sadhu ascetics
Dwell in graveyards
Meditate on corpses
Smear cremation ashes
All over their bodies
Eat the flesh of dead
Aging preventative
They faithfully believe

Use human skulls
For decorations
Macabre by choice
Drink alcohol
Smoke cannabis
Believe embracing
Darkness and
Social taboos

Are the ultimate ways
To higher consciousness
Non-Duality aka Advita
Enlightenment aside
God forbid if
They get ahold
Of your corpse
Kemosabe

Bob Boyd

The man in the song is singing
He just don’t want to be lonely
Amazing how this seems to
Be a common denominator
In most of humankind as
Seemingly is the need to
Find true lasting love
Tragic how love often
Doesn’t last and many
Who just don’t want to
Be lonely are lonely at
The end of their lives
How I wish love could
Endure forever and
That no one would
Ever have to be lonely

Bob Boyd

Severe weather alert
Wind blasting rain
Into crazed sprays
Trees shaking madly
Raged pitter patter
Of raining striking
Houses and streets
Power going on and off
Nature in an upheaval
And the world is wet

Bob Boyd