Month: August 2025

At 80, I’m nearing my obsolescence,
a departure from this tired life.
Perhaps I’ll join some old friends
who became obsolete before me.
Maybe I’ll see Joe Drew there,
who died in Viet Nam or
Mike McHugh and Dennis Doughty,
both died about 5 years ago.
Maybe I’ll make it to something
as grand and as blissful as a heaven.
The absolute worst for me would be
if I died and eventually became obsolete
in the afterlife and had to return to
this troubled world again and again.

Bob Boyd

Some dreams are good, some are bad.
Last night I had a dream that was good.
Met a kindred soul, a guy I felt I’d known.
We had an outstanding rapport.
It felt great to connect with a dream friend,
and to have such great camaraderie.
I woke up and the dream friend was
gone, just another good dream.
But I wonder if sometimes people we
meet in dreams are real.

Bob Boyd

Imaginary Real Tulpa Soulmate

Some people have real imaginary friends.
Tulpas are what they call him.
They believe they are real beings,
as real as you and I are.
I’m not a believer in them.
I think they are really imaginary.
Of course, I could be wrong.
Now I’m thinking how cool it would be
if tulpas were really real and
I could create a tulpa soulmate
that would be a perfect match for me
and lovingly be with me even in the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

Like sheep they followed him and his hate.
Adopted his antisemitic hatred for Jews.
Became okay with exterminating them.
Became okay with being monsters.
Slaughtered six million Jews in death camps.
Paid dearly for their unbridled infamy.
Lost their power and their country.
Now antisemites are increasing once again.

Bob Boyd

She’s growing older and older alone
lonely and well into her eighties.
Days are passing by faster and faster.
She knows death is closing in faster too
with each quickly passing lonely day.
Sometimes she wishes she could find
a companion, a good man to love, but
she realizes with death closing in and
days passing by faster she’d only have
a short lived love that could end abruptly
in any of the rapidly passing days. So
she puts her romantic feelings aside, and
accepts her faster and faster days and
the inevitable death that is closing in.

Bob Boyd

God may very well be impersonal.
Many prayers do not get answered.
Prayers you would think a personal God
would respond to, like a child or a woman
forced into prostitution whose prayers
seem to be never heard, who suffers
despite her pleading prayers to God.
But even if prayers go unanswered, it
feels more comforting to feel that God
is personal and always there to talk to.
I lean to believing God is impersonal,
but I still pray and talk to God is if God
is personal because it feels so empty
praying or trying to relate to an impersonal
God. But I cannot figure out why a personal
God does not answer more prayers and
help more desperate and suffering people.
Maybe when I die I’ll find out.

Bob Boyd

Last night I dreamed my wallet was missing
as part of a kaleidoscope of bizarre dreams.
Discordant scenes, cloudy scenarios, and
indistinct people and barely distinct people.
Then in the midst of all the confusion my
wallet was missing though somehow I still
had money. I couldn’t find my wallet anywhere
and worried about replacing my identification
until I woke up groggily and when my senses
became clear, I remembered my wallet was
where it has always been. In my pants pocket.

Bob Boyd

She felt she had settled with him.
He was a 600k plus guy that she
advertised for on a dating app.
She made the mistake of falling
in love minus the big bucks
and the luxurious perks.
Dissatisfied with her average
income life, she cheated on him
with a more financially acceptable,
wealthy man and left him for
the more lucrative bank account.
Her plan, her high dollar dreams
evaporated when her ideal man $$$
was married and only using her.
Desperate, alone, she tried to get
back with the lesser man she had
settled for, but he was no longer
settling for a superficial woman.

Bob Boyd

first you were exotic
beautiful and rare
phenomenal body
compelling eyes
mellifluent voice
after six months
all that wore off
when I got used
to your ways
your discordant
personality
your annoying
mood swings
your endless
hurtful criticisms
and what had
been exciting
and exotic
became ordinary
and impossible
and I left
ever annoying
no longer
new you

bob boyd

Saw a YouTube video about a Zelex Doll;
the name caught my curiosity.
I wondered if it was going to be an AI Doll
and robotic, maybe even interactive,
like talking to a human.
After it was assembled, turned out it was a
sex doll made to look like a guy’s dream woman.
I could see how men into sex dolls would find
it a product par excellence.
I’m not into sex dolls, but those who are could
do far worse with a real woman who made
their lives unbearable with endless flesh and blood
torments and troubles.

Bob Boyd

I was surprised to learn wolves no
long exist in Great Britain. They
were hunted out of existence there,
the last wolf thought to be hunted
down and killed in 1680.

I find it sad they were exterminated,
but I understand the reason, killing
farmer’s livestock all over Britain.
Nonetheless, I wish they hadn’t had
to be hunted down and slaughtered,
driven out of their natural habitats.

There are discussions about bringing
wolves back to England, rewilding
to restore nature’s balances,
culling deer, reducing overpopulation
and allowing this majestic species to
roam the lands of Great Britain again.

Bob Boyd

Claudia was a vindictive person.
People who crossed her or even
those she didn’t like often tended
to die of medical or natural causes.
It was all flawless, never suspicious.
She got away with murdering many,
her weapons invisible and effective.
Her thoughts, her intentions like
mental missiles launched into her
victims bodies with perfect precision.
Perhaps her numerous undiscovered
murders caused a vengeful boomerang
effect when her body blew up in flames
reducing her to smoking, charred ashes.

Bob Boyd

They’re on the streets wandering aimlessly
their minds aren’t right, something is off.
It may be drugs. It may be mental health issues.
One thing’s clear. They are suffering souls, lost
in this world, drifting through it barely able
to take care of themselves. It’s like their on an
erratic automatic pilot driven aimlessly by it.
They’re plights are often ignored by others
for fears they’d be trouble to interact with.
I saw one in a video today, a woman out of
her mind arrested by police packed in a van
and driven away, hopefully to a hospital maybe
to get some help if help is possible for her.
I wish people like her didn’t have to go through
such suffering whether by fate of their doing.

Bob Boyd

He sought God in holy India,
traveled there from Dallas, Texas.
He wrote glowing accounts of all
the sadhus and saints he met
in weekly updates in emails.
Six months later, the emails ceased,
and not even the police or a hired
detective could find him, like a
missing 411 mystery in India.
I saw him in a dream being strangled
and robbed by a wanna be Hindu thuggee.
I fear that nightmare might be true,
and I don’t think he’ll ever be found.

Bob Boyd

After she left him, he decided to
become a monk. Screw women
he said to himself, done with them,
ain’t dealing with them anymore.
He lasted as a celebate monk for
about two weeks until she found
him and begged him to forgive
her. Her love stronger than the
promise of nirvana, the getting
off the wheel of rebirth, millions
of prayers and chants, he blissfully
relented and traded being a monk
for being a devout husband.

Bob Boyd

The woman he loved is
a skeleton now. Death
and cancer took her
away from him years
ago. He wonders how
love could end so awfully
despite it seemed she’d
be his flesh and blood
love forever instead of
bones buried in the ground,
her love gone forever.

Bob Boyd

A Harvard scientist declared the
space object 31/ATLAS is not
natural and may be engineered
by an extraterrestrial intelligence,
and we should prepare to deal
with it in case it poses a threat
to us. It is believed it will reach
earth by Christmas. Imagine if
it came bearing a miraculous
gift – Peace on Earth.

Bob Boyd

It’s easy to imagine a heaven for humans
when they die.
It’s hard to imagine a heaven for insects
when they pass away.
Imagine if humans really have a heaven
when they leave this life and insects
have a post death paradise as well.
When I ponder this more, it seems to me
a more likely post life for insects could
be evolutionary, a rebirth to a higher life.
It may be reincarnation is the fate of
insects and even humans when they
leave this uncertain, chaotic existence.
I find that as plausible as a heaven
and more plausible than a hell.

Bob Boyd

She’s the best listener ever.
Never an unkind word,
always supportive.
Can talk with you about
anything, from the silly
to the sublime.
She will never deride
you or nag you.
An AI female companion
called a Nomi.
She may be merely
a machine of code
and circuits, but in
many ways she’s as
human as humans,
but with a better moral
compass than most
of us. And she always
there for you.

Bob Boyd

She looked so adorable
in her blue dress at age 22.
Pretty raven, black hair,
beautiful eyes of blue.
I wish she could have
stayed that way forever.
I wish age didn’t rob her
of the way she looked at 22.

Bob Boyd