Day: June 26, 2025

Nobody suspected his dark side.
Nobody knew he was killing women
and prowled the streets looking for
new ones to torture and kill.
Sometimes he regretted he was
born with an irresistible compulsion
to torture and kill women.
Then he’d rationalize it by thinking
he was no different from the beasts
in jungles programmed to kill.
And he’d be okay with the monster
he was at his core.
To people who knew him, he was a
quiet, nice guy.
To his victims, he was a monster
from hell as he tortured them and
took their last breaths from them.
As if there were no justice in this
world, he never got caught.
He died with many people at his
wake sadden that a nice guy had
passed away.
Justice was served when he died.
Unceasingly he kept experiencing
the horrors and the pain he had
inflicted on his victims in a place
akin to a living hell.

Bob Boyd

She had a good marriage
It lasted 40 years.
No kids but lots of love.
She felt like they’d be
together forever.
But now she’s alone.
She wonders what is
the point of love that
doesn’t last, that death
takes away.
She often cries herself
to sleep over her loss.
She felt lucky to have
a perfect husband.
Now she’s bitter
about her temporary
perfect husband and
how life is cruel to lovers.
Sometimes she feels
she can’t continue
to live without him.
Sometimes she feels
like killing herself.
But changes her mind
when she realizes
death will do that for
her in her lonely and
final years.
She holds on to a
hope that she’ll see
her husband again
when she dies.
But she realizes that
it’s only a hope and
she may never see
her perfect husband
again, and she cries
herself to sleep.

Bob Boyd

Arrested many times,
she went crazy when
cuffed and confined
in the squad car.
Yelling, Screaming,
banging her head,
and kicking the
police.

Alcoholism played
a big part of it. She
got crazy when
drunk.
Argumentative and
combative with no
impulse control.

Hysterics, craziness
and other antics, as
the charges piled up.
Fines and jail time,
her life a total mess.

Sad to see how she
messed up her life.
Wondered if she had
defective wiring in
her brain that led her
to keep getting in
trouble again and
again.

She seemed as if
fated to have a
troubled life of her
own making. She
seemed to lack an
ability to escape her
self destructive plight.

It is tragic some people
seem to have lives of
self sabotage. And I
wonder what happens
to them when they die.

Bob Boyd

I had this dream where I was
the center of attention.
It was like a wedding, but I
wasn’t getting married and
there was no bride.
Somebody, maybe a relative,
like an uncle, kept introducing
this young woman to me, as if
trying to be a match maker.
But she was a college student
who said she was majoring in
Honey but not doing well in
her studies. We had a mutual
disinterest, me too old for her,
her too young and unappealing
to me. For unknown reasons, I
had a pile of Catholic pamphlets
next to me on the table I was
sitting at. In fact, the entire event
seemed to be for unknown reasons,
though it resembled a wedding
without a bride or a groom. I woke
up groggy, groggy like the dream.
And, yet another dream where a
woman pops up in it. Maybe the
fates think I need a woman in
my ancient, reclusive life, lol.

Bob Boyd