Month: October 2024

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