Sai the Blasphemer’s Time in Hell

Sai tread the path of darkness after he gave up on God
when God and his saints of impossible causes refused to answer his urgent prayers to heal his beautiful Rozina, and they let her die of leukemia at the tender age of 23.

After that Sai went somewhat mad and became diabolical.
He studied and learned many dark arts and sorceries.
He conjured up familiars to do his every evil bidding,
blasphemed God and cursed his saints every night.

He built an altar to Satan, prayed to him daily and begged Satan to give him immortality like the fires of hell and to make him a vessel of unlimited diabolical powers.
Satan told Sai he’d make him an immortal, evil incarnation, and he brought him to hell to start the transformation

Sai saw unspeakable terrors and unimagined horrors there:
screaming soulless sinners, menacing red-eyed demons, burning flesh, torn apart extremities, endless torments, eternal tortures, stenches of rancid, rotting corpses, and no way out, denizens forever doomed and damned.

But the most terrifying part of his time in hell came when Sai learned Satan had trapped him there forever.

Bob Boyd

Flying Siddhis

The meditation teacher told us if we took
the new course, we’d have Siddhis,
paranormal abilities,
that would enable us to fly
and advance us closer to
cosmic consciousness.

And it sounded like we’d be able
to fly like birds in the sky.

But the thousands of dollars
cost for the course was way
too steep for me.

And decades later I saw a video
of those who had the flying Siddhis
power

hopping like frogs on mattresses instead of
flying like birds in the sky.

Bob Boyd

Women with Reborn Baby Dolls

Saw on Timcast
News about
Women raising
Reborn baby dolls
One spent
$2,000 on 8
Of them
She said
She treated as
Her kids

Tim of Timcast
Was freaked
Out by this
And felt the
Woman should
Be shamed

Me I don’t care
About this
Woman having
8 baby dolls
And if these
Dolls make
Her happy

I’m totally
Okay with it
She’s not
Hurting anyone
And there
Are far
Worse things
People do

Once I saw
A documentary
About men
Who had
Life size
Anatomically
Correct
Female dolls
They said
Were their
Girlfriends
One said
His doll
Was his wife

Unlike what
I expected
These men
Seemed Like
Nice Guys
Despite their
Unnatural
Obsession
With the
Fake women
Dolls and
They truly
Treated them
Like bona fide
Girlfriends
That they
Cared about
And Loved

And if those
Life size
Female dolls
Make them
Happy and
Less lonely

I’m totally
Okay with it
There are
Far worse
Things
People do

Bob Boyd

Almost Driven Crazy by a Goddess in the Chips and Crackers Aisle

In 1931 a crooner named Val Rosing was singing about a woman driving him crazy.
Seems things haven’t changed much in 2025
with men and women still being driven crazy
when heart-wounded by Cupid or love-bitten by the love bug.

I was almost that way six full moons ago when a
buxom, pretty woman in her fifties, a goddess in
the chips and crackers aisle, at Lawndale Ave Harris Teeter grocery store for a moment batted her big blue eyes at me.

I wistfully thought to myself today my stars must be
aligned so perfectly that this is my decades awaited
one and only soulmate here for me.

In that moment I spied Cupid drawing back his bow
and aiming it at my hopeful, beating heart.
I sensed the invisible love bug about to bite me,
and I knew destiny and the fates had surely brought the
goddess in the chips and crackers aisle to me
until the goddess batted her eyes at another man
and I thought to myself, already she’s cheating on me?

Then I thought that’s it we’re through. I wheeled my noisy grocery cart, clickity-clack, around and headed toward the ice cream aisle.
I loaded up the cart with enough Haagen-Daz Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream to gorge myself on for weeks.

I drove home and home and devoured a truck-load of
the Haagan-Daz and cured myself of the grocery store
amor craziness because it’s hard to be unhappy or broken hearted when eating the delicious, the magnificent, the incomparable Haagan-Daz Chocolate Cookie Dough ice cream, which for me is like an ultimate panacea that can heal almost any affliction and maybe even raise the dead.

Bob Boyd

Be More Loving

NDEers who have died and seen The Source
report it’s unconditional love beyond words beyond imagination,
and that this world pales by comparison, lackluster, less real and dreamlike.

They say when they’re there dead temporarily that it’s their true home
where they want to stay forever.

When they’re told they have to return to this temporary life
because it’s not their time to die permanently,
they’re not told to go to church, temple or mosque more.
They’re not told to sing hymns, pray, meditate, or contemplate.

They’re simply told to be more loving ….

To me that revelation is as fitting as a hand to a glove
because of the saying God is Love.

Bob Boyd

Satellites in Space and Aliens

They launched a lot of satellites up into space
that circled around the sun, the moon, and the earth
for various clandestine missions.

The aliens took notice and began appearing more often
in the seas and in the skies.

No one knew their purposes or their intents.
Some said they were malignant.
Some said they were benign.
Nobody knew for sure what the aliens were about.

Perhaps they were more actively keeping watch,
testing the mood and the temperature
of the increasing possibility of an all out nuclear war.

to react more visibly should the nukes be about to be launched
and shut all the nukes down to save humans from destroy themselves,
like overlord guardians of the people and the planet.

Bob Boyd

Musical Aliens

Scientists always thought aliens would be physical beings.
Despite their imposing intellects, they never imagined
That the aliens would come through notes and bars.
At first, the strange, hypnotic music seemed earthly
Until it played across the planet and lulled the world
Into a comatose state, everything brought under its spell,
The world and its populations as frozen as the arctic.
Their conquest done, the musical aliens devoured their prey,
Sated themselves on every living thing and trumpeted away.

Bob Boyd

Mrs McKinney (1801-1888)

I was in a marriage with an abusive lout
He’d come home from taverns and
Beat the hell out of a black and blue me
When he slammed my head against
The bedroom wall and nearly killed me
I decided I had to stop his constant abuse
I couldn’t leave him. I had no place to go
And in my time, divorce was shameful
So as was the custom of the day with
Some unhappy and dissatisfied wives
I found my perfect solution in arsenic
I snuck it in that mean bastard’s ale
And I’m ashamed to say that I
Took great pleasure in his death
The score settled, justice done
I got away with killing him
And lived the rest of my life in peace
But now that I’m dead for centuries
I roam the earth endlessly, a fearful ghost
I dare not float into that tunnel of Light and
Surely be exiled to that horrifying place
As a murderess in afterlife disgrace
Burning forever in the fires of hell

Bob Boyd

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