Month: March 2025

He fell in love with her face but not
with what ticked inside her head.
And he didn’t really care to bother
with what made her tick behind
that seductively beautiful face.

When darkness inside her head
began to slither out,
what was ticking inside it
became disturbingly transparent
to everyone but him.
He was too far addicted to
her abundant beauty
and her bedroom charms
to see the darkness rising
until she cheated on him,
used him, and lied to him.

And left him for a wealthier man
of more use to her after he
outlived his temporary usefulness.

Bob Boyd

As she slumbered dreamily, one of the supernatural black cat monks of the Himalayas appeared in her dream.

He tapped her gently on her head and her dream turned
into a full blown, cosmic, spiritual awakening.

The black cat monk vanished, and her finite consciousness billowed out into the infinite. She became part of the sky, the stars, the planets, the galaxies, the cosmos and everything everywhere, past, present, and future.

She felt the eternal bliss consciousness of the higher Self. She basked in that incomparable ecstasy for a full day after she awoke from her slumber.

And the course of her life was altered forever. She renounced her lucrative, corporate executive position and pursued a lower paying job serving the poor, the homeless, the sick and the dying.

Bob Boyd

Hidden from the world, secreted away in the Himalayas, exist hybrid human black cat monks more powerful, more supernatural than shamans and the renown Tibetan lamas

It is said they can walk through walls, read minds, predict the future, levitate, and have many other preternatural powers.

As the lore goes, their phenomenal spiritual emanations keep saving the world from apocalyptic, cataclysmic destruction.

Sometimes they appear in people’s dreams initiating profound spiritual awakenings.

Some claim it’s the cult of the cat. I see it as the divine benevolence of the hybrid human black cat monks in the Himalayas.

Bob Boyd

The nukes keep popping up all over the world
increasing the likelihood of an all out nuclear war.
Some Ufologists believe if that day is about to come,
aliens will intercede and disarm the nukes.
I find that farfetched, but curiously there have
been UFO sightings over nuclear sites across the planet.
So maybe there’s some credence about the claim
that benevolent aliens will be the saviors of the world.

Bob Boyd

Her public persona was a good, fun loving actress.
Privately she displayed her truer self,
condescending, conceited and better than you.
If she didn’t consider you worthy of her attention,
she’d ignore you as if you were a pariah.
I hated to have found that out about her.
I used to admire her and thought she was genuine.
But you cannot always believe how actors are
by the way they act in movies and on tv interviews.

Bob Boyd

With old age, days pass faster and faster
like an Indie 500 with death at the finishing line.
In some ways I like the full throttle pace.
Disagreeably seasons pass faster.
Monthly Social Security payments come quicker.
And as I see death as an ultimate awakening,
I’m good with a quickening toward it.

Bob Boyd

In a dream one night, a werewolf appeared to him with a queen of hearts card glowing on his chest, and the werewolf was levitating over what appeared to be a body of water.

The werewolf hovered in a cross-legged position with his fingers curled in mudras. The werewolf said nothing to him in the dream, not even a howl. He wondered what the werewolf’s appearance symbolized.

He wasn’t about astrology, but he’d read that his Pisces zodiac sign is a water sign, so he wondered if the water had any astrological significance to it.

He read the appearance of a werewolf in a dream could be a sign he had hidden desires that he should allow to come out of hiding.

He read that the Queen of Hearts had significant spiritual meaning. He wondered if the dream was a sign that he was on the cusp of a momentous, spiritual awakening.

After he woke up, he went on a hike on a nearby trail and saw a queen of hearts card tacked on a tree. He thought to himself, what a curious synchronicity, and he hoped he wouldn’t see a werewolf next. And he hasn’t seen one — so far.

Bob Boyd

My lovelorn friend Josh, always the adventurous type,
said he picked up a familiar ghost girl named Lydia
hitchhiking on High Point Road in Jamestown, NC,
who told him her real name was Annie, not Lydia.

I knew Josh was joking, embellishing an urban legend.
I let him continue to see where his fake story would go.
He said he had a one and only attraction to ghost girl Annie,
who had amazing dark eyes and was otherworldly beautiful.

Annie said the feeling was mutual, felt they were soulmates, gave him a kiss goodbye and a promised date the next night on High Point Road in Jamestown at 8 pm.

I saw Josh before he left, said good luck, bid him goodbye,
secretly followed him in my car to catch him in his charade,
the night dark, full-mooned, and foreboding.

I’m not usually superstitious or spooked by things, but while following Josh, I had a dreadful premonition something awful was going to happen.

Seconds later, Josh lost control of his car, skidded off the road, and smashed into a solid oak tree.

When I drove to the accident site, I spied Annie shimmering and ghostly white and Josh shimmering and ghostly white in her arms.

They kissed and then they vanished. I don’t know where to.

I rushed to Josh’s car, his body bloodied and smashed up, dead on High Point Road in Jamestown at 8 pm. And I heard his voice inside my head, “I’m okay and in love forever with Annie. Farewell friend.”

Now reader, know this; if some night you drive on High Point Road in Jamestown around 8 pm don’t be surprised if you see Josh and Annie thumbs out hitchhiking a ride.

Bob Boyd

I’ve met many women in dreams.
Ever hear of Marilyn Monroe?
Never met her in a dream, lol.
Always unknown women,
never erotic, sometimes romantic.
Erotic could mean a succubus – egads!
Just as things start to go somewhere
like a caress and a kiss, I wake up,
as if in dreams I’m striking out, lol.

To give an amateur interpretation
of those women in my dreams,
maybe somewhere in my muted depths
I’m a repressed romantic with
romantic notions sometimes
surfacing in my nighty slumbers.

When I first had a blood cancer,
that was trying its damnedest
to take me out, I began having
dreams of women galore
practically every night.
I wondered if they were like
angels hovering around me
to guide me into the afterlife
in case the cancer killed me.

After the cancer went into remission
two years ago, I rarely had
dreams of women, except an occasional
romantic dream of an alluring one.

Bob Boyd

I can understand the lure of hanging out with bears unharmed by them.
It must have been the greatest adventure of Timothy Treadwell’s life.
I would have liked to have been able to hang out with bears like he did,
but I’d be too afraid of being killed by one, as Timothy Treadwell was in 2003.
However, it was remarkable that he survived for about 13 years among them.
Some have described him as eccentric, reckless, and deeply flawed.
They are probably right, but from watching videos of him,
I also see him as a well meaning, gentle soul who truly cared for bears
whose caring and concern for them sadly got him killed by one.
RIP Timothy Treadwell. I hope you’re in a place where humans can safely hang out with bears in mutual peace and blissful harmony.

Bob Boyd

Benny was part of our gang of friends who grew up in the poorer part of our city.
We were there for him when he was a kid and his father died and his mother had little money.
We pitched in and often brought them food and other things they needed.

When Benny got older, he always blew his money on mega lotteries, and and dreamed about getting rich.
We kidded him about that all the time until Benny won a mega million dollar lottery.

We were happy for him, but Benny changed after that fantastic mega win.
He no longer had any time for us. He looked down on us, as though we were peasants

He became an ungrateful, stuck up snob who had no more use for us. He moved to the richer side of town and blew all his money on gold digging women and fancy fair-weather friends, who all abandoned him when his winnings ran out.

Benny got so down about losing all his money and his fake girlfriends and fake friends, that he killed himself with a gun blast to his head.

And despite his abandoning us, we didn’t abandon him when he died. We pitched in to cover his funeral and attended it to pay our respects. RIP Benny

Bob Boyd

In my younger years, I used to fear dying and
the end of me and nothing more. No heaven.
No paradise. No eternal life. Nothing, like
atheists believe.

Then I had a minor epiphany. If I died and there
was nothing, there would be no me to worry about it.

Now for reasons, I cannot fully explain, even if all
the NDEs with their encouraging tales of afterlives,
even if all the paradises religions claim exist after
death, are all just illusionary, I just don’t care if
there’s nothing and if I die and become obliterated
into it.

This liberating attitude came after I was face to face
with a cancer intent on killing me, and I didn’t care
about that either. It was as if a Zen so what attitude
had been inexplicably implanted in me.

And I’m liking this liberating and better attitude about
death and dying. And because I’m like a free spirit
without a girlfriend or a wife, it will be easy for me to
let go of this life without worrying about leaving a
loved one behind. And I see Death as a friend
and not as a foe that when the time comes I’ll
calmly welcome and surrender to.

Bob Boyd

When you read or hear about people and children missing, disappearing, under so many strange and peculiar circumstances, it makes you wonder about the possible causes of the hundreds and thousands of missing people (411s).

Imagine you are walking in a line with a group of hikers
and you look back and the last hiker in the line is gone
and never found despite days and weeks of searches.

Imagine if a woman or a man goes missing and all that
is found of her or him is a pair of shoes and no other
traces are ever found and even human trackers
and search and rescue dogs never find them.

Imagine a child wanders away from a campsite and
is never seen again with not a single clue as to what
happened to that vanished child.

Imagine if aliens stealthily beam these 411s into their invisible UFOs hovering in the sky for unknown reasons.

Imagine if 411s stumble into portals and are trapped in
other dimensions forever.

Worse, imagine if interdimensional cryptids snatch them out of this existence with lightning speed.

Sure there may be rational explanations, but when you
read or hear of some of these hundreds of thousand of
cases, you see the possibility of the supernatural.

Bob Boyd

They seemed like they’d live forever,
as if their fame had turned them into immortals,
as if they’d become gods incapable of dying.
Yet, in the fleeting years and passing decades
rockstars have been dying like stars falling from the sky.
Now they’re all old, many have died, and they’re
no longer like gods and have lost their immortality.

Bob Boyd

When she dropped
her love bombs on me
my senses short circuited
my mind turned to mush
my heart blew up
with premature love
for a woman I barely knew
whose ways I hadn’t discerned

friends said something’s off with her
but I couldn’t see it
her love bombs had
taken their intended effect on me

then one day she didn’t
show up for an important date
when I was going to
ask her to marry me

I saw her on the Six O’Clock news
arrested for killing an ex-husband
in faraway Arkansas
and two more in Texas

her love bombs defused
I got down on my knees
and thanked the Lord for saving
me from getting black widowed.

Bob Boyd

Ten years ago, driving my wife to her job as a nanny in Whitsett, NC, before our marriage ended, suddenly I got this strange feeling and felt a surge in my head I thought was the beginning of a stroke. And I was at an elderly age when strokes are likely to happen.

I pulled off the highway for fear of stroking out and having an auto accident that could kill both of us.

When I didn’t stroke out, I realized what had really happened. I’d done a lot of reading that week and I was having a kundalini energy overload that began to simmer down.

Years after that spiritual energy had partially awakened in me, never reaching full blown cosmic consciousness, too much reading forced an overload of additional spiritual energy to rise up in me, sometimes causing headaches and sleepless nights. Sometimes causing the energy to unexpectedly amp up too much a day later.

I told my wife what had happened, and her response was, “That’s crazy.” I knew then that I was unequally yoked to a woman, though exotically beautiful and far younger than me, was unsupportive and incapable of understanding the deeper parts of me.

When the inevitable happened and she left me, the first thought that came to me was we never had a meeting of the minds and it was for the best that she was gone.

Bob Boyd

My ex-wife Jenny told me the earth is flat and aliens lived underground and a reptilian race of them lived under the earth my apartment sat on, and my my apartment was a portal for them.

She had a permanent strange look in her eyes, and I knew she’d gone crazy.

After Jenny was evaluated and the men in the white coats took her away, reptilian aliens began streaming up from the floor of my apartment.

Then I got that strange look in my eyes, knew I’d gone crazy, and the men in the white coats came for me too.

The good news is Jenny and I fell madly in love again and kind of honeymooned in our new and permanent luxury home in the Virginia Beach Psychiatric Center.

Bob Boyd

He was charming at first
said all the right things
to woo her heart.

Unknown to her, he was
setting a trap.

Not long after the trap
was sprung and she
fell in love with him

he became controlling
and physically abusive.

She suffered his mental
and physical abuse for
over a tormented year.

Battered and beaten
down, she feared
leaving him.

He had told her
he’d hunt her down
and kill her if she
did.

Trapped and almost
killed when he smashed
her head against
a kitchen wall and
gave her a concussion

she became enraged
one night as he slept
and grabbed a kitchen
knife and stabbed him
to death.

Maybe it was murder,
but I’d call it self defense.

Bob Boyd

I love this upbeat, romantic song.
The married couple who sang it seemed
perfect for each other and totally in love.
I loved the playful way they interacted
in this musical celebration of their love.
I loved the way they looked together.
I loved the way they sang together.
But, alas, they got divorced years later.
I was saddened to read of their love’s demise.
I really thought they were forever.
And it so sad that seemingly true love
is often untrue or only temporarily true.

I was somewhere in my late teens when I first became enchanted by the intoxicating perfumes, the near celestial fragrances, of women.

It was as if those spellbinding scents were a part of them, not something they had strategically applied on their lovely skin.

And oh how wondrous it was when they sent love letters infused with their unique, ambrosial scents that rose out of those letters like flower-scented clouds from heaven with a tangible, loving part of them in those feminine fragrances.

And oh how I loved those enthralling, magical aromas that always captivated me, sometimes possessed me, a man driven madly in love with a woman, her ways, and her enchanting scents.

Bob Boyd