Day: February 23, 2025

A skylark sings songs while it flies
I wonder what it’s singing about
Maybe the fun and the freedom
Of flying so high in the open free sky
Above the earth liberated from gravity
Above the planet’s cares and concerns
Maybe the skylark gets high when it flies
An intoxicating rush among billowing clouds
I’d like to feel what the skylark feels in flight
And sing like it high in the open free sky

Bob Boyd

You might never have heard of me
That’s why I’m here
A 15th century pope tried to
Erase me from history
Because I was opposed
To the sinful excesses
In 15th Century Florence, Italy
I fought the good fight with
My bonfire of the vanities burning
Objects denounced as occasions of sin
Vanity items, mirrors, dresses,
Cosmetics, musical instruments
And more that tempted one to sin.
For my pure and Christian efforts
And my justified defiance of
Licentious Pope Alexander the VI
I was excommunicated and
Hanged to death, my body
Burned to ashes in
Florence Square.

Bob Boyd

on my youtube playlist
Paul Davis is singing
to a woman about
coming over tonight
and how he wants
to hold her by
the firelight

and I’m thinking though
old school romantic
songs are my absolute
favorites maybe they’re
not good for me

I start remembering
how a woman coming
over and holding her tight
can be such an ecstatic
experience beyond
most experiences a
man can ever have

and despite being kinda
like a monk I find myself
slipping into a reverie
where i find myself
missing all that and
forgetting that what
first seems sweet can
eventually turn sour

and I start thinking
about the beautiful
concept of soulmates
and how I never met
mine no way no how
and I think that maybe
just maybe those who
who don’t find their
soulmates in this life
find their soulmates
in the afterlife

then I come to my senses
calm down and accept
my never met a soulmate
fate like so many others
and get this zenlike
attitude and accept
things as they are and
go back to being kinda
like a monk

bob boyd

I was living near Harvard U
when I sped a handout
about a meditation group
run by a famous guru
it was at Harvard U
but open to the public
7 pm on a Thursday

met a tall blonde-haired
guy named Woody there
who ran the group
seemed like a kindred soul

I said, “Where’s the guru?”
he said, “in Europe, but
you will feel his presence
when the meditation starts”

I wondered if he was just
saying something akin to
he’ll be here in spirit but
you won’t feel a darshan

they had a photo of the
guru on a table between
two burning candles

at 7 pm kaboom! the room
lit up with phenomenal
pease and incredible bliss

I got more blitzed than
I’d ever been before
from any spiritual method
I’d ever tried

Woody told me followers
of the guru would feel his
spiritual energy blasting
into them every night
and waking them up

I went back to that group
a few more times
one time after the
guru’s energy blasts
I was driving home
and was so spiritually
high that when the
muffler fell off my car
it didn’t matter

my consciousness was
so stratospherically high
that what would have
bothered me no end
didn’t matter one bit

I was beyond most
earthly cares

one night I meditated
on the guru’s photo
saw him in a dream
he touched me on
the top of my head
I think as an invitation
to become a follower

I never became one
he demanded celibacy
and I was too much a
romantic to forego that

surprisingly, shockingly
years later that uber
powerful guru got caught
up in sexual scandals
like many gurus who
came to america

most were impressive
but predatory with
young women

after reading about
so many of those
charismatic gurus
preying on so many women
I left eastern spiritual
practices and never
returned

bob boyd

I heard about
a famous actress
who I always
thought was
quite pretty

and she seemed
uncommonly nice

then I listened
to a news guy
who said when
she granted

appearances for
the news people
she had the
I’m better than
you attitude

and he was
told you’re not
supposed to
look at her

now I think
she’s an
insufferable
snob
and know
most everyday
unknown nice
and humble
women
are far better
than her

and I despise
people who
think they’re
better than
everyone
else
and they’re
usually
worse then
everyone
else

and, lol,
I know it’s
petty
I know
I probably
should be
better than
this

but
I don’t like
or respect
that actress
anymore.

Bob Boyd

Edward met her in the dark in Forbidden Park
While taking a walk on a cool, Spring night.

He ignored her when he saw her approaching;
He didn’t want her to think him a predator.

She had no fear of him and said hello
With a beautiful smile and inviting eyes.

Her beauty, magnetic and irresistible drew him in.
They sat on a bench and talked and talked.

Sitting on that bench, he fell deeply in love.
And she made moves he couldn’t resist.

They moved off the bench, became locked in love,
Hidden from any passerby, secluded in underbrush.

When she was done with him, completely sated
To his shock, she began shapeshifting into

Her real form, an alien with a triangular head
Multifaceted eyes, elongated limbs, 8 feet tall.

A dreaded praying mantis-like trantaloid
Whose mating habits resembled the insect.

She consumed a shocked, screaming Edward
Leaving not a trace of his digested remains.

That was on an inauspicious night in June of 2002,
And Edward’s fate remains an unsolved mystery.

Bob Boyd

White Light illuminates the darkness of the inner night.
To mystics common fare, to others never there.
One in whom the sun never sets sees it everywhere.

Bob Boyd

If the planets stopped spinning,
And the sun and the moon exploded in the sky,
And with another big bang the universe died,
I’d still be loving you.

Bob Boyd

Mysterious Cosmic Waves That Sound Like Birds Chirping in Space, the headline read.

His eminence Doctor Magnificence and renown Remote Viewer Extraordinaire disputes the Cosmic Waves part.

“Cosmic Waves, my third eye!” he exclaimed. “They’re interstellar interdimensional sparrows. Any remotely viewing second sight gifted fool could see that.

“If it flies like a sparrow, chirps like a sparrow; it’s a sparrow!”

“Bigshot NASA’s Magnetospheric Multiscale satellites don’t know what they are buzzing about. They can’t see what I can clearly see.

“It’s interstellar sparrows interdimensional mating season 62,000 miles from earth. Sure, Hubble can see about 76 trillion miles away, but it can’t see the unseen cloaked in the sparrows’ dimension.

“So catch up NASA with your MMS’s. Come see me when your puny satellites can see with interdimensional clarity.”

Yours Truly,

Doctor Magnificence

I met her at an online international dating site.

She was an extraordinarily beauty from the Philippines,
too young for me but extremely persistent.

She said she’d be better for me than an older woman as I aged.

“I could take care of you better,’ she said, “A woman your age
could get too sick to take care of you when you both were older.”

It was nice to hear that she wanted to take care of me,
if ever I needed any care, but, frankly, I never wanted anyone
to take care of me, and I don’t to this day and never will.
I’d rather be dead.

Despite my reservations, I fell in love with her and she
waited two years for me to join her in the Philippines,
where we got married a few months later.

After four years in the Philippines with her,
I brought her to America to give her
a better chance for a new life out of the poverty she
had lived in all her life.

A year after that, she took care of me by leaving me
for more stuff like some of her Filipina friends who had
married guys with more money.

I kinda swore off women after that and haven’t been
with one in ten years. And I still don’t need one
to take care of me and never will.

Bob Boyd