Month: October 2024

someone is stalking you
you cannot see him but you
will know him when you do
he is heartless, deceptive
and a master serial killer
and he is coming after you
you will know him when
you see him as he kills you
he carries a scythe and
he is going to use it on you

bob boyd

she was amazingly beautiful.
men gasped when they saw her in movies.
they dreamed of being with a woman
as incredibly beautiful as she was,
they knew she was impossibly inaccessible,
being a minted hollywood queen of queens.
despite her gasp-worthy, supernatural beauty,
she never found true lasting love.
married seven men in her prime years
divorced from every last one of them.
got older and her beauty waned
and never married or loved again.

bob boyd

relationships are not durable she said
she’d had three husbands and four kids
i took a chance on her anyway
desperate as i was for some love
i lasted seven years with her
maybe seven was an unlucky number for me
but i beat all her husbands who only lasted for four

bob boyd

i chased ghosts for years aplenty
never found a single one
in all the haunts I scrupulously explored
i searched every cranny and nook
of alleged spirit habitats far and wide
never a hidden peep or a frightening spook
never an apparition or a sudden coldness
i had to conclude there were no ghosts
until I finally found one at the end of my days
when i died and became one
haunting my house never able to be seen
never able to make the slightest peep

bob boyd

she said she had to leave me
i said, “ok.”
“i expected more of you,” she said.
“i expected you would beg me to stay.”
i never begged her; it wasn’t me
to debase myself with begging.
she had a change of mind.
i didn’t.
she got mad. exited my apartment
and slammed the door
and found herself another guy.
i was good with that.
we’d run our course
on a going nowhere semi-romantic
highway to boredom and unhappiness.
it was better we got off the tour
of recuring heartaches and endless miseries.

bob boyd

she heard
the terrible keening
outside her bedroom window
frightened
scared to look outside
she summed enough courage
to peak out her window
into the dark, disturbing night
saw a female spirit
with red hair and
red eyes
from crying
staring at her
the next day
she was dead
banshee

bob boyd

riding in a train and seeing all of america
more enjoyable then flying the skies
get to see the scenery of many towns and cities
relaxing and no air pockets or flight fears
a joyful and fascinating alternative
and you even get sleeping accommodations
as the train keeps rolling across america
another pleasant experience in your life
maybe one day you will take a train to heaven

bob boyd

manny lost his limbs in a war
didn’t want to live anymore.
pondered his sad fate constantly
and obsessed about how he’d
take his worthless, wasted life.
decided a bullet to his brain
the perfect expedient solution.

a christian proselytizer knocked
on his apartment door
turned her away
didn’t want to hear
about any religion
even god couldn’t
give him back his legs.

but the knock made
him reassess religion,
made him ponder
god and salvation.

eventually that interlude
saved him from
killing himself and
he found a purpose
in following god and
became a minister
leading other disabled
people to a comforting
faithful religious life
with god as a soothing
friend in times of need.

bob boyd

he woke up in a coffin
dark and terrifying.
it wasn’t a nightmare;
it was horrifyingly
real.

claustrophobic
he panicked
and screamed
and screamed
till his lungs
almost burst.

he scratched
the coffin frantically
in his crazed,
screaming state
trying in vain
to open it.

but the weight
of six feet
of freshly
shoveled earth
kept the
coffin hermetically
sealed and
the horror
engulfed him.

he panicked gasping
for his dying breath
over and over,
his heart pumping
like an overworked
failing piston,
and he mercifully died
of a massive heart
attack.

and he found freedom
from the coffin
as his spirit rose
out of the coffin,
out of the grave
and into the light
of the afterlife.

bob boyd

he liked to fish as much as he could.
he’d caught trout, perch, bass and more.
he’d caught so many fish he couldn’t keep score.
but one day after thirty years of avid fishing
he had an epiphany. he realized he’d been
wantonly taking all those fish lives for sport
instead of fishing for sustenance and survival.
what he had done amounted to no more
than a wasteful, selfish fish killing spree,
and he never fished again after that.

bob boyd

i kept wondering what ticked
inside her oblong brain
what the hell made
her the way she was
half crazy, half normal,
her brain short-circuited
her synapses
intermittently transmitting
her brain cells
sometimes fried
sometimes overcooked
one day she loved me
next day she hated me
i gave it a good year
all i could take,
my mind baked
from her split personality
her unceasing drama
her love hate
thing for me
and her hot and cold
temperament

bob boyd

those bastards the greys took my amie away from me.
they came through the walls. they froze me like a statue
before I could try to stop them from taking my love away.
somehow they floated through the walls with her,
and she was gone like the moon in morning daylight.
i have a horrible feeling they will never bring her back.
i was told they might be turning her into a hybrid.
oh, god how that worries me, the thought of them
turning my amie forever into a human alien freak.
it’s worse there is nothing i can do about it.
no way i can follow their otherworldly trail.
all i can do is pray and pray and pray
and hope those aliens come back again
and bring my amie back to me.

bob boyd

though i marvel at the ferocity of werewolves
under foreboding full moon nights.
and i love their dramatic transformations
from mere men to mighty beasts,

i prefer the aesthetics of vampires,
those magnetic, elegant creatures of the night.
i like how they are so debonair
and how with a mesmerizing gaze,
they can seduce even the most resistant beauty.

werewolves lack class and refinement,
uncultured, they are just savage beasts.
instead of wooing a comely lady
with hypnotic charms and enticements
they choose to tear her body apart,
like desecrating a masterpiece work of art.

and if you are a werewolf reading this,
you will get no apologies from me.
you are what you are;
i am what i am –
your worst critic.

bob boyd

he met bree through a spirit box.
she said loving things to him,
though she was disembodied
they hit it off, and he fell in love.
little did he realize the talks
were just in his receptive head,
a case of auditory pareidolia.

bob boyd

falling off a tall building and
splattering on the pavement?

thrown bound and gagged
into a pit of poisonous spiders?

thrown bound and gagged
into a pit of poisonous snakes?

your life ended in the slow horrifying
grip of a giant python?

beaten senseless and thrown off a cruise ship
at night in shark infested water?

being slowly cut to death by a razor?

bound and burned out of this life in a raging fire?

devoured to death by starving hogs?

tied up and tossed into a pool
of bloodthirsty razor-toothed piranhas?

snatched off a shoreline by an alligator
and eaten chomp by chomp by it?

mauled to death by ferocious dogs?

savaged to death by hungry lions?

pray you don’t expire in any of these ways,
but if you had to, which one would you choose?

bob boyd

a playboy in his youth
had many beauties
his game got bad
in his elderly years
when he went bald
and his skin sagged
and wrinkled and
got aging spots
and he looked like
a walking talking
scarecrow and
even old ladies
in nursing homes
turned him down

bob boyd

anatoly moskvin had a genius IQ
and spoke thirteen languages
claimed as a child he was forced
to kiss a waxed up dead girl.

when he grew up he slept
on little girl’s graves in
graveyards so he could
talk and listen to them.

he eventually dug up the
dead children, said they
wanted to be freed from
their imprisonment in the
caskets under the ground.

he brought them home
mummified them and
talked to them and
celebrated their birthdays
with them.

he did this in his parents
home, but they said they
never knew about it and
thought anatoly had just
built little dolls for fun.

due to his suspicious grave
desecrations on november
2, 2011 the police investigated
him and found twenty-six bodies
in his apartment and
in his parent’s garage.

anatoly was diagnosed with
paranoid schizophrenia and
sentenced to a psychiatric clinic
where he remains to this day.

bob boyd

Full moons had a strange
lunar effect on him.
He wasn’t a werewolf.
He didn’t go bat crap crazy.
He didn’t go temporarily insane,
Or maybe he did a little.
When the moon was full he
claimed to have lived on it
In a long ago former life.
He said the moon had been
Populated millions of years
Ago by inhabitants like him.
He did look a little weird;
So it almost seemed true.
And during those full moons.
He would talk In a strange
language intermittently
Unlike any language on
Earth, which made you wonder.

Bob Boyd

fifteen-year-old Danny identified as a dog
his parents and his teachers went along with it
even when he barked too loud
at home and in school
he slept in a dog house in his room
he wagged his imaginary tale
his mother fed him soybean doggy bones
his gender fluid girlfriend Emma
took him for walks on a long leash
everything was grand until Danny growled at a pitbull
and the pitbull tore the shit out of him
now Danny identifies as a fire breathing dragon
and plans to scorch that pitbull into oblivion
once he heals from all the torn flesh and the bites

Bob Boyd

she joined the military for love of country
and became a combat soldier in a death zone.
she saw others dying all around her,
one was her boyfriend of seven days.
she never expected to see and experience
such endless carnage, such hellish horrors,
and so many young soldiers dying.
her company got ambushed, most killed.
she became a terrified prisoner of war,
suffered indignities she never imagined
at the barbaric hands of an enemy who
didn’t care about the Geneva Conventions.
their tortures and gang rapes left her
broken, brutalized and disabled.
she got discharged from the military,
the high cost of her military service
incurable PTSD and haunting memories
of what the barbarians did to her.
and she spent the rest of her days
being counseled at VA vet centers
adrift the civilian life she never
felt at home in ever again.

Bob Boyd

He used to love hunting, bagging bears and deers
Every exciting hunting season.
Until he saw some of his kills in a nightmare.
Somehow they had guns and shot him in the chest.
He heard the sounds of the blasting guns.
He woke up in a cold sweat relieved it was just a dream
Until he suffered a massive heart attack,
Feeling like he had been shotgunned in the chest,
He barely survived the heart attack and never hunted again.

Bob Boyd

long ago he set out
into the unknown world
he left a family
he never felt happy with
too much drama
too much trouble
too many beatings
in his troubled youth
a stint in the military
changed everything
he saw some
of the wider world
and realized he didn’t
fit in with his family
he self developed
beyond his
family’s understanding
alienating him
more from them
sending him farther
into the world
and all its opportunities
to become
a less troubled man
and find himself
the lone wolf

bob boyd

outside my apartment
a bird on a wire sings
i don’t recall the tune
maybe it’s an oldie
i never heard of
but it sounds good
and I wonder where
that bird learned it
maybe it was passed
down from generations
like a family heirloom
maybe it’s sung by
those birds everywhere

bob boyd

nazi minions easily led
to hate the peaceful
innocent jews
and destroy their
properties and
beat them up
empty-headed men
easily led into
a dark night of
mindless infamy
shame on those
who harmed
germany’s jews
shame of those
who devised that
diabolical scheme
hail to the jews
the wickedly
consistently
persecuted race
who prevail to
this dark day
despite the
evil antisemites
who still choose
to hate them

bob boyd

in dreams she first appeared
with her sweet murmurings
her arousing nightly caresses
i thought she was my soulmate
i thought I’d found her at last

but when we consummated
her darkness invaded me
like an infusion of demonic evil
and she sucked the immortal soul
and the mortal human life out of me
i became some dark something
what exactly I do not know

i cried and pleaded with god for help
but no help ever came and i wondered
if a god existed in my inescapable afterlife
in my tormented dreadful fate

you might wonder how i’m writing this
being dead and disembodied
i’m channeling it through a human entity
he goes by the name of bob boyd
and has no awareness of writing this
he won’t see it written here
he won’t see the dark evil nature
of my wicked succubus mistress
when she comes for him in the night
like me he’ll think she’s his soulmate
before she consumes his life and his soul

jonathan stanworks (1960-1986)

I spied her at the grocery store;
she’d grown old, fat, and gray.
I was shocked at what age
had done to her body and looks.
I was glad she couldn’t see me
I was glad I’d died and
become an invisible ghost.

we’d had an unpleasant fling
when we were sixties hippies.
I grew to dislike her intensely
even though she was beautiful
and blessed with a great body
in her long gone youth,
she was rude and crazy.
I hope I don’t have to see her
when she dies and becomes
an invisible ghost like me.

Bob Boyd

She never believed in ghosts
Until one began haunting her
First she heard its voice
Telepathically inside her head
Like an alternate frequency
Transmitted out of the afterlife
Then the entity exposed itself
A payback from the beyond

Husband she poisoned to death
Haunted her day and night
Tried to have him exorcized
By a Catholic Priest Exorcist
The prayers and threats failed
Just made his spirit stronger
Drove her mad and suicidal
Until she hung herself to death
On a tree outside her house
On a spooky Halloween night

Bob Boyd

A vampire jumped me and sang his fangs into my jugular vein.
Before I passed out, I felt like I was going to die.
Hours later I awoke traumatized and horrified.
I knew I had been cursed with the vampire virus,
and I hungered for human blood.

Yet somehow I didn’t have it in me to kill another human
or turn one into a vampire like me.
So I learned to draw my own blood and sate myself on it.

Remembering fictional vampire lore, I decided to look in a mirror
to see if I was there. I wasn’t. Not even a shadow. Not even a trace.
Desperate to try to end the curse, I grabbed the large wooden cross on my wall,
pressed it firmly against my chest and prayed to God
to deliver me from the curse. It didn’t work.
I thought about taking a knife and sharpening the cross
and plunging it into my heart, but I didn’t want to die despite the curse.

My girlfriend, Jana, knocked at my door. When I opened it she was shocked,
said I looked sick and had a pale, ghoulish complexion.
As I stood there eyeing her jugular vein I became irresistibly driven by a desire to feed on her rich, young blood.

I dastardly mesmerized her rendering her unable to resist my vampiric intentions,
and sucked the blood out of her jugular vein ravenously.
I had no qualms about what I did to her. My conscience had been annihilated,
and her sweet, warm blood flowing down my throat was supernaturally exhilarating.
When my girlfriend came to and displayed her fangs, we drifted into the night in search of prey.

Bob Boyd

I never believed in werewolves
Until I took a casual stroll
One night in the peaceful scenic
Country Park in Greensboro, NC.
I’d hiked the trail once before
But not in the dark of night
When the moon was full and bright.

I don’t know what possessed me
To hike there after dark that night.
I remember a tall, muscular guy
Wearing a hat with a light on it
Jogged by me and said hello.
I perceived he ran a lot in the dark
To be wearing a hat with a light.

Minutes later I heard godawful
Howls shattering the peace of
What had become an eerie night.
I heard the cracking of bones,
The gnashing of teeth and saw
Werewolves tearing the jogger
Apart in the full moon light.

Distracted, they didn’t see me
As I ran the hell out of the park
And will never go there again.
I thought about reporting the
Incident to the police, but
changed my mind when I
knew they’d think I was crazy
Or a suspect when they found
The jogger’s mutilated body.

So I buried the tale in the depths of
My mind, but once in a while
That horror resurfaces in me,
And I tremble and nearly pass out.

Bob Boyd

Angelo loved his collie dog he named Skip.
His troublesome neighbor hated barking dogs.
Skip was a quiet dog, rarely barked
Except one night when a burglar
Tried to break into Angelo’s house,
Which woke the neighbor up and
Despite the circumstances, pissed him off.

The next day the neighbor gave Skip a biscuit.
An hour later Skip threw up and was so sick
Angelo raced him to a vet who discovered Skip
Had been poisoned and tried to save Skip’s life.
His efforts failed, and Skip died on the examination table.
Angelo, a mafioso, had seen the neighbor give Skip the biscuit.
One week later, the neighbor mysteriously disappeared,
Much to a pig farmer’s sated pigs macebra delight.

Bob Boyd

he used to fancy Asian women

he used to fancy Asian women
their sizes, their exotic looks
then he met one and
they got married
he was happy until
he took her to America
and she made friends
with other Asian women
whose husbands had
more stuff than him
and the Asian woman he
fancied who wasn’t
about having a lot of stuff
became materialistic like
a sellout and the marriage
and his fancying her
fell clean apart and he never
fancied Asian women again

Bob Boyd

Saw Yama in a dream last night.
Believe me you want nothing to do with him.
Demons look like kitty cats compared to Yama
And horrors those fangs scarier than Dracula’s
He was standing on a garland of burning flames
He had a glowing danda in his right hand
I wondered if he planned on beating me
For some infractions I’d long forgotten about
Some uncooked seeds in my crores of karma
I saw the rope noose dangling in his left hand
I feared that the most for I knew he used it
To seize souls who were going to die and
I imagined he’d drag me to some Hindu hell
To my surprise, he frowned and apologized
He said sorry I forgot you’re no longer a Hindu
I got your present and past lives mixed up
I thanked the Christian God thinking maybe
He interceded and set that terrifying deity straight

Bob Boyd

She had a thing for me
I didn’t have one for her
She said she was a vampire
Way too creepy for me
She said one day I’d be hers
Sorry won’t happen, said I
She wasn’t deterred
Too crazy to gave up
Granted she was hot
But hot and crazy
Just don’t work for me
She sent me a card
In the mail one day
Said she loved me
And I would be hers
Next day hung herself
To a horrible death
Saw her in a dream
Not long after that
Hideous as hell
Woke up cold and
With the shakes
And two puncture
Wounds in my neck

Bob Boyd

I called a fake seer out in the spring of 2021.
She swore at me and said she put a curse on me
That would kill me by a blood cancer in 2022.
I laughed at her nonsense and her fake curse.
Surprisingly, her curse was half right in 2022.
I was in Cone Hospital with a blood cancer,
But unlike the fake seer who died from my curse,
In the fall of 2021, the cancer failed to kill me.
Maybe because with the seer dead, the curse
Had lost half its power, too weak to kill me.

Bob Boyd

She had a paranormal feeling about her
The villagers who knew her saw the proof
When the witch hunters came for her.
She uttered a powerful curse and
The witch hunters turned into blazing flames,
Their charred bodies, smoking remains.
She had her psychic eyes on Raymond,
A predatory Roman Catholic priest.
With her second sight she saw
He had raped a local deaf woman,
Who was also mentally ill, and he
Had molested two altar boys
And was lusting for more victims.
She had no respect for his religion
She followed the ancient ways
And she consider the Catholic
Priest’s church a house of hell
Because of his devilish inequities.
She performed a vengeance ritual
That commanded the night skies.
That night a lightning bolt stuck and
Killed the priest and other bolts
Stuck his church and it went down
In monstrous burning flames.

Bob Boyd

Mechanical movements
In the beginning.
Fluid as humans
Eventually.
Strong, faster and
Smarter than us
Taking jobs we
Used to do.
But the crucial
Question is
Will they be
Friend or foe.

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

Hiking in a National Park
she heard a man yelling, “help me! help me! ….”
She looked all around the area where the call came from,
but no one was there and the calling continued.
She reported the mysterious pleas for help
to a park ranger, who heard it too
but couldn’t find the source of the voice.
After the voice ceased,
Searchers and scent dogs arrived at the scene;
No trace of anyone was found.
An expert on missing people and the paranormal
said, “It’s simple. The man walked into a portal.”

Bob Boyd

In the Autumn of 1507 in Stirling, Scotland
an Italian-born abbot, John Damian de Falcuis
studied birds in flight and believed he could fly.
He fashioned the feathers of eagles into wings
he wore on his arms. Clad in the makeshift
flying machine, he leaped off Stirling Castle.
For a moment, he hovered in the sky
as if, like a bird he really could fly;
then plummeted seventy feet to
the hard, merciless ground. Miraculously,
he survived, woke up in a doctor’s urgent care,
with many injuries and a shattered thigh bone.
He never could walk properly after that,
and he stayed out of the sky.

Bob Boyd

suddenly she could summon spirits;
she was amazed she gained that power.
they told her things she never knew.
it was all so utterly amazing.
but what she didn’t realize,
what she hadn’t woken up too
was the fact she had become
a spirit just like them, and
she was irrevocably dead.

Bob Boyd

old and her husband gone
for a younger woman
she lives a lonely life
a trip to the grocery store
like socialization for her
her days are running out
her life boring and dreary
she wonders how it all
became so empty when
it was all so wonderful
before she got old and
lost her looks and her
cheating husband

Bob Boyd

He told me had been a crow in a former life.
I wondered if he’d lost his mental faculties.
The strange things is he looked like one
But in a good way. He had the raven hair
And unusual but compelling birdlike eyes,
And women found his looks attractive,
Flocked around him like birds around seed.
I’ll never forget the day he asked me if
I believed his story about being a crow.
After I said sorry I just can’t believe it,
He spread his arms and cawed like a crow,
And the air was filled with hundreds of crows,
So many they blocked out the sun.
I swear it was like a crow apocalypse,
And it scared the holy hell out of me.
He cawed again and the crows flew away.

Bob Boyd

It must have been a mental aberration
That made him think he was a dog
And always dress in a dog costume.
His wife, tired of his craziness, left him.
He barked her a long, forlorn goodbye.
Without her to feed him, he soon died,
A melancholic, human dog impostor.
And he reincarnated into a bona fide dog.

His ex wife, an old woman when he
Returned to life as a charming chihuahua,
Unaware of his former life as her mate
Purchased him at a petstore in Idaho.

Bob Boyd

Unknown in her life, a quiet reclusive woman
In death her supernatural powers shone
Lights flashed above her grave day and night
Onlookers felt a palpable healing force
Streaming from her cemetery plot
Locals claimed she was a saint or a witch
Tired of all the chatter and crazed visitors
The cemetery owner unearthed her body
And cremated her remains and died
Of a fright a day later, his face horrified

Bob Boyd

I’d been on sixteen ghosts hunts
But never saw any real ghosts like Midnight Mary.
In fact, I never really saw a ghost before Mary.
Sure my equipment suggested ghost activity,
But that’s not as spooky as coming face to face
With a real dead spirit roaming the earth.

I’d heard about a ghost named Midnight Mary,
At the old, abandoned Bradmore Hotel.
I even saw an alleged photo of her ghostly face.
The photo looked fake, bogus urban legend stuff.
Supposedly people died messing with Mary.
Inside the Bradmore heard a scary rustling near me.
Shined my flashlight in the direction of the sound
Rats dashed away to their hiding places.
Searched the entire hotel, saw no sign of Mary.

Just more nonsense I mumbled to myself.
Drove to a motel, disappointed, another fake lead.
Retired for the night, fell into a dreamless sleep.
Heard an eerie sound fill the room, thought it was a dream,
One minute like a witch’s cackle, the next a ghostly wail.
Felt hands clutching my throat choking me to death,
Frightened, opened my eyes: Midnight Mary!
Died of shock in that old motel bed, my face frozen in fear.
Sometimes when you hunt ghosts, they hunt you.
Now as if I were bitten by a vampire, I’m a ghost too,
And every night I haunt this motel in which I died.

Bob Boyd

The aliens came through my bedroom wall.
They scared the bejesus out of me!
Little greys seized me, hypnotized me,
and levitated me to their UFO in the sky
When the head grey alien saw me,
he grimaced and measured me.
I saw the look of disappointment
in his big black almond-shaped eyes.
He frowned at the little greys and spoke
some kind of weird alien gibberish,
and his little grey minions sent me home
like an undesirable, undersized fish.
Frankly I was grateful to not make the cut.
My cow Bessie did, and she is in the field
of my dairy farm behind my house
Surgically sliced, diced, and bloodless.

Bob Boyd

Aliens in spacecrafts
flying in and
out of the sea
real or utter bunk
credible witnesses
seemingly
but man made
or extraterrestrial
If aliens, grays,
tall whites
reptilians or
little green men?
An agreeable
mystery to me
I’m beginning to
like bizarre
theories and beliefs
Fills a little time
with fascinating
stories and claims
like all these Bigfoot
sightings with no
body alive or dead
and no irrefutable proof.
But back to seagoing
Alien air and sea crafts
Here’s another theory
maybe AI robots
collecting whatever
from the sea and
as unable to communicate
with us as a kid’s
windup toy.
Or maybe they’re
interdimensional.

Bob Boyd

Consider the theory that aliens are the future us
A curious evolutionary leap, more so than
Cro magnons to our current refined appearances
Imagine future humans, theorized to look like this:
Reconfigured faces and bodies in a far future
Larger heads, bigger brains, oval eyes, thinner bodies
Navigating the past in saucer-shaped time machines
Perhaps traveling back in time but for what
An attempt to reshape humanity’s future
Stop a nuclear war that would kill off many of us
And why so mysterious and obscure
If the theory is remotely plausible
And speaking of time, maybe, as the saying goes
Time will tell.

Bob Boyd

Before World War II, invisible, interdimensional aliens came
From two alien worlds, one world full of evil, demonic creatures,
The other full of compassionate, godlike beings.
First the malevolent ones occupied Hitler and leaders of the axis powers
to start the agreed upon alien war and take over planet earth,
Occupy it and destroy human life.
The benevolent ones occupied Roosevelt and the leaders of the allied powers
To try to win the agreed upon alien war and save the planet
And prevent the mass destruction of human life.
The war won by the aliens controlling the allied powers,
They destroyed all the aliens controlling the axis powers
And remained on earth invisibly with the intent to try to prevent humans
From destroying themselves.

Bob Boyd

She said she astral traveled to Jupiter and Mars.
I said, isn’t it risky to leave your body like that.
No way, she said. I’ve been doing this for years.
She said tonight I’m going to travel to Neptune.
I wondered if she’d get lost traveling so far.
Next day her body was unoccupied, and I didn’t
Know what to do. She had a pulse, but barely.
A month passed and she still had a weak pulse,

I was worried, knowing she had gotten lost.
Her doctor declared she was comatose.
I knew that was untrue. I knew she got lost
Somewhere in the vastness of the astral plane.
A year went by, still no sign of her, she expired.
At the wake, she sat up in the coffin smiling
Alive and back from her trip to Neptune.

Bob Boyd