Day: September 13, 2024

Excommunicated from the Catholic Church,
Couldn’t deal with the rules and the dogma.
Kicked out of a public high school,
Couldn’t deal with the rules and the boredom.
Thrown out of the US Army,
Couldn’t deal with the rules and regulations.
He was one hell of a rebel.
Became a rock star in 1966.
Made great music, hits all over the world,
Paid millions and millions of dollars.
Donated much of it to childrens’ charities.
Gave the finger to the Catholic Church,
The public high school, and the US Army.

Bob Boyd

He took a job working as a lookout sitting in a firetower
In a remote location in the wilds of Montana.
He felt he needed some isolation for self reflection
And to mend a broken heart he got from an ex wife.
At first the scenery was breathtaking. He felt renewed.
But as the days and nights wore on, the newness got old
And the lack of social contact began making him unsettled.
By day sixty, he felt like he was starting to go insane.
On day seventy, he climbed down from the tower,
Wide-eyed and crazy, and ran into the depths of the forest,
And mysteriously vanished somewhere within it.
Search parties, rescue dogs and trackers combed the wilds
But only found his discarded shoes and clothes.
To this day, twenty years later, he is still missing
And no one knows what happened to him.

Bob Boyd

He knew Cassandra for seven days
Met her in the sixties heydays
Their love was immediate and true
He knew he’d met his soulmate
They spent seven glorious days together,
Had fallen totally in love,
Every day a heavenly day.
Until they took LSD and she went loopy,
Started screaming and acting crazy
And was rushed to a hospital’s psych ward.
He never saw her after that.
Her family shipped her off somewhere
And hid the location from him.
Now all he has are memories of those
Seven glorious days of his greatest love.
And every day and every night
He keeps believing someday
She’ll come back to him.

Bob Boyd

The Angel in My Dreams

I saw her shopping at CVS in the cosmetics aisle
She stood out. Impossible not to notice her.
And she looked familiar to me,
Blonde hair, radiant blue eyes and mysterious.
I saw her at Harris Teeter buying a few groceries.
Then I saw her at Starbucks ordering a latte
All on the same day.
She turned and looked at me unsurprised
And said:
“Are you following me?”
I said, “No.”
She said, “I’m following you, Bob.”
I was stunned she knew my name.
“How do you know me?” I asked.
“Think about it,” she said. “The angel in your dreams.”
My mind stopped. My body went limp. I tranced out. I couldn’t speak
She smiled, said she’d see me in my dreams, and exited the store
Before I was able to come out of the trance to talk to her.
And though I keep seeing her in dreams,
She has never manifested in the material world again.

Bob Boyd