Month: April 2025

Those whose lives seemed charmed
as if favored by gods

with everything seeming perfect,
the looks, the talent, the abilities,
the luck, the love

are often discovered beneath
the veneer of blessed and enviable lives
to have had unimagined troubles

consider a beautiful woman born
into inexhaustible wealth she inherits
along with her incomparable beauty

who never has to work for a living,
who seems to have everything anyone
could ever want

but after she dies, you read about all
the troubles in her less than perfect life

like

men who only wanted her for her money

or fake friends who wanted to cash in on
her abundant wealth

or alcoholism and drug addictions

or chronic mental health issues

and on and on the undercurrent of problems arise

as if those seemly favored by gods
are also cursed by them.

Bob Boyd

I have had dreams of women I’ve never met,
usually not erotic, sometimes romantic.
And I often wonder about these dreamworld
encounters.

Are these women real or imaginary?
Have our dreams intersected and is she is
real as I am?
Is she a netherworld soulmate briefly making
contact as a prelude to our love in a heavenly ever after?

I like the fanciful idea of permanent love I never
found in this life blossoming in the afterlife
in a fairy tale happy ever after eternally.

But, of course, that is probably the wild imaginings
of what might be a lonely old man, though I try
not to think of myself as lonely, as active and
engage in learning and writing as I am.

And it is my hope that when I die, mysteries like
what are these women in my dreams about
will be revealed to me, the puzzle solved.

Bob Boyd

Before Houdini died he made a pact with his wife, Bess, to try to contact her from the dead, and she vowed to do the same if she passed from this world before him.

They had a secret code to use to prove the contact was legitimate, so no fakes could claim he or she had been contacted from the dead.

Houdini died on Halloween October 31st, 1926 at 1:26 pm, and Bess held seances every Halloween for ten years seeking contact with him.

But Houdini, the man who seemed like he could break out of anything in this life, was never able to break out of the afterlife to contact her.

This has always puzzled me. Reportedly, others have had contact with deceased people from the other side. And I don’t mean mediums or psychics. I mean regular people like you and me.

A woman I worked with for years, who was stable and trustworthy, said after her mother died she was cleaning her mother’s house when her mother’s perfume flooded the air all around her.

Unfortunately, the otherworldly encounter frightened her and she ran out of the house.

And scents are often a way those that have passed on make contact with the living.

Twice I’ve seen dead people in dreams, and as I believe sometimes dreams are more than dreams, I believe these contacts were 100% legitimate.

Here’s what I also believe: Empathy can be like a magnet to the deceased.

My point in sharing these accounts is many people have experienced ADC’s, After Death Contacts, often in dreams, which makes me wonder why Houdini who seemed like he could escape out of anything in life was never able to break out of death for even a moment to greet his wife and fulfill their pact they made before he died.

I will go to my death still puzzled by that.

Bob Boyd

Heard an old song about a guy born in a summer when he was 27 years old.
I get that song; it was kind of about me, though not directly.
At age 27, sitting in meditation transcending like many other times
Unexpectedly, White Light lit up my head, bright like the sun,
A mind blowing moment unexpected and unprepared for.

Knew I was about to merge with the cosmos
And leave everything near and dear behind
Including my girlfriend back then, Ruth, who I loved dearly.
Frightened, almost shocked, pulled out of meditation shaking
As three green lights flashed above me alarmingly.

Days later, outside of meditation Kundalini energy
Flowing from the base of my spine to the crown of my head and all around it —
All through the waking state, an upward pristine flow;
Incomparable spiritual energy streaming nonstop.
Instinctively knew what went up was never coming down.

Thought I was entering Cosmic Consciousness prematurely,
A chilling thought, strapped in a psychiatric ward implications.

Cosmic Consciousness never happened, but could handle it now.
Over 50 years later, Light born spiritual energy still flows upward
From that mind blowing awakening in an illuminating summer,
That transformed me from a wayward, drinking too much, partying guy
To a 27-year-old spiritually remade reborn man who had seen the Light and was irrevocably changed forever.

Bob Boyd

sky of blue
cream of corn,
some hibiscus blue
a little moon blue

an angel’s mixing
with the right ratios
and perfect gradations

the most divine color ever
created in and sent down
to earth from heaven

bob boyd

I’m not a mind reader
but I’m good at sensing things
at reading the writing on the wall

I can see things coming down the pike
long before they arrive

and I knew despite all I’d done for you
that you’d forgotten those things
as if they’d never happened

and I knew with words not spoken
you had become an ingrate

and that you had secret plans
of leaving me

and you mistakenly expected
some resistance from me

not having taken the time to really
know me

and though you tried to hide it
I knew you were angry with me

for calmly saying you were free
to go without making a scene

and here’s a secret I was hiding
I was going to be relieved
when you finally left

and I knew my life would be
far better without you

then it was, or ever
could have been, with you.

Bob Boyd

It’s hard to imagine women were once hung or burned to death as witches
by men of faith who acted like men of demons.

How could they not be moved by the pleas and the screams
from their torments and tortures?

How could they be okay with mercilessly murdering women?

How could they harbor such misogynistic superstitions and blind beliefs
that led them to put innocent women to death?

I cannot understand an infamy so cruel, so unfeeling, so heartless.

I cannot understand how any men back then or now
could murder or even attack a woman

like a monster unleashed on earth from hell

like a devil with a demon’s mind.

Though those women were tortured and
burned to death unjustly and wickedly centuries ago,

thoughts of what happened to them
haunt me and trouble me so.

Bob Boyd

When night cloaks Greensboro Park
During foreboding full moon phases
The park grows eerie and silent
Before the terrors happen:
Werewolves emerge and howl
Aliens and cryptids scatter
Silent trees gasp and quiver
Flowers awaken and panic
Spring grass lays low and shudders
Sedate rocks moan and tremble
Teens getting drunk in the park
Scream and try to run away
All of them caught and slaughtered
All of them werewolf prey

Bob Boyd

would they be uppity like some poodles
seem to be

pampered like royalty

living better privileged lives
than most humans

fed gourmet dog food
that makes human food
seem like gruel

would they shop at Rodeo Drive
and only buy exorbitantly
priced designer goods

I think they would

bob boyd

He believed he’d reached heaven’s veil
and was on the brink of parting it
from gazing into an obsidian mirror
as a method for discovering
the hidden wonders of heaven
when he succeeded in parting the veil
through the magic of the mirror
instead of God and angels
the Devil and demons came through

Bob Boyd

In the romantic song,
the man is begging
the woman to come
back to him,

and he’s asking her
for a second chance.

I’ve never begged a
woman to come
back to me.

I’ve never asked for
a second chance

whether she or
I chose to end things.

But listening to the song
I can see why maybe
begging her to stay,
asking for a second
chance

might be the
right thing to do in
this case

because he cheated
on her.

But were I her, no
matter how sorry
he seemed,

no matter how much
he begged

or even cried, I’d never
have anything to do
with him again.

“History often repeats itself.”

Bob Boyd

I’d like to have a dog,
a better companion
one could not ask
for

an unconditional love
like no other

always excited to see
you when you have
been away

whether you were
gone for a month
or a day

you don’t get that
kind of excitement
from humans

I don’t have a dog
because I just don’t
want to do the work

of being the dog’s
indentured, personal
poop scooper for the
rest of my life

Bob Boyd

being in her arms was always a safe haven
from the worries and the troubles of the world
being in her arms was always a sanctuary
from the problems I brought upon myself
being in her arms was like a shangri-la
compared to the world outside her embrace
I wish I could have spent my entire life
in the blissful loving confines of her arms
but all things eventually come to an end
and tears often fall from partings

bob boyd

He’d been on a 3 month meditation retreat in the 70s,
meditating up to 10 times daily.

He called me when the retreat was over.
Said he was in cosmic consciousness.
Said he could look into my eyes and take me there too.
Said he had psychic powers.

His voice sounded strange as he talked on.
His words became disconnected.
I knew he wasn’t in cosmic consciousness.
I knew he didn’t have psychic powers.
I knew he had had a break with reality.

Then he told me he was calling from the ER.
They didn’t know what he was talking about.
They weren’t highly evolved enough to understand
higher states of consciousness.

As he talked on, my heart sank and it was clear
he had suffered a severe mental breakdown.

He never completely recovered.
He bounced in and out of psych wards
for the rest of the time I knew him.

Maybe he was predisposed to mental illness.
But I think he overdosed on way too much meditation
and compromised his mental faculties beyond repair,
and I know that has happened to others.

Bob Boyd

Red and blue long dresses
Flowered leis around their necks
Floral arrangement on their heads
Soft harmonious music playing
Singer has a mellow, enchanting voice
Singing in a language I don’t understand
But it doesn’t matter because
The singing and the music is so good
Seven women dancing on a beach on a sunny day
Swaying to the music like Tahitian goddesses
Transported to earth from some other world
Oh how beautiful their movements look
Oh how peaceful it makes me feel
Watching them dance and hearing the music
If only the world could be as
Peaceful as this music and this dancing
Makes my mind and my soul feel:
Fare Ha’api’ira’a Ori Turereura – E Ruaragi

Bob Boyd

I listen to a playlist I created on YouTube,
old songs I never tire of, songs like:

I Don’t Want to Live Without You by Foreigner

I’d Really Like To See You Tonight by Dan and John Ford Coley

Nights Are Forever Without You by Dan and John Ford Coley

Missing You by John Waite

I Can’t Make You Love Me Bonnie Raitt

I Go Crazy by Paul Davis

Laughter In the Rain by Neil Sedaka

Second Chance by 38 Special

Right Down the Line Gerry Raffety

And many more songs from the ever distant past,
that keeps passing faster and faster leaving
me and all those songs far behind and facing away.

But to me these songs sound today just as
fresh and new as they did back in their day
when they were hits on the charts, as if
I’m oblivious to the fact that those songs I
love are no longer fresh and are decades old —

as if I’m stuck in a musical time warp.

Bob Boyd

She put the thought form of her essence,
all that was good, loving and beautiful
about her into the cosmos.

She considered this practice she made
up like her psychic pheromones,
an experiment to connect with and
bring the love of her life to her
via preternatural means.

She practiced sending her psychic pheromones
into the cosmos daily for six months
until when she was about to give up and
thought her experiment a foolish failure.

But on that day a man mistakenly bumped
into her at a grocery store embarrassed and apologetic.
and conversation and a love at first sight ensued.

A few dates later, she knew … she knew … her
experiment had worked, and she had found the
love of her life.

Bob Boyd

Imagine if like flowers and tree leaves
reborn in spring, reincarnation is real.

Imagine if nobody ever goes to a hell,
an eternal damnation with no way out

locked in to suffer endless torments forever
without any chances for reprieves.

Imagine if all sentient and maybe insentient forms
had a chance to eventually live in eternal bliss conscious

akin to the highest heaven, and that all stories
ultimately had happy endings.

Though I can’t say if reincarnation is real or unreal,
and I wouldn’t want to come back in the midst of

a nuclear holocaust or something akin to Stalin’s
purges or the Killing Fields of Cambodia

I like the idea of everyone eventually having redemption through various life corrections, a school for souls

until they got it right, graduated, and reached the heights of spiritual perfection,

what the Hindus call Sat Chit Ananda –
Eternal Bliss Consciousness.

Bob Boyd

They hovered over that wild west Texas town in April of 1866.

They were looking for a genuine western gunslinger.

When Wild Bob Walker beat an hombre to the draw and shot him clean dead in the center of the town, the aliens beamed down a large circular light that covered Wild Bob and sucked him into their triangular shaped UFO.

They whisked him away to their planet, 1,000 light years from earth, and got there in seconds.

A great catch, they featured him in their Extraterrestrial Zoo as a main attraction.

Sold out tickets for a year, mainly because of how terrifying the strange specimen looked

and how fast that monstrosity could draw his primitive weapons out of their holsters and pull the triggers of those empty guns as the tiny and spidery, googly-eyed zoo visitors expanded and chortled with the greatest delight.

Bob Boyd

If you’re crazy or brave enough to walk through Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery at night,
you get the eerie feeling you’re not supposed to be there.

It’s deep in the forest and the road to it is closed off, and when you cross the threshold into it,
you feel like you’re in a strange forbidden world, and the spirits are restless there.

An old farmhouse that’s like a mirage might materialize momentarily before you, and you might see the ghosts of gangland hits that allegedly were dumped in a deep algae-covered pond there.

And maybe you’ll see the lighted orbs that come floating out at night, blue, red, white, orange and all colors and sizes.

Some people think they are spirits or their souls. Others think they are manifestations of spirits, but nobody really knows what they are.

Maybe there’s a rational explanation for these orbs that would debunk the paranormal claims, but whatever the case, at least they’re not malevolent and won’t try to possess you — far as I know.

But if you go there, cross your fingers, just in case they might, to seek some luck and the protection of the holy cross.

Bob Boyd