Month: September 2025

The night was dark. The moon was full.
Howls filled the forest. Campers in tents shuddered.
Some packed up their tents and raced away.
Others made of stronger stuff with guns stayed.
The howls grew nearer. Campers’ fears increased.
Those of stronger stuff braced themselves and
shouldered their guns.
When the dozen or more werewolves appeared
and gunshots lit up the full moon night,
the spray of bullets only bounced off the beasts.
The slaughtered campers made of stronger stuff
lay in pieces on the blood drenched ground.

Bob Boyd

humans the cogs in the wheels
or workforces that power the world
of the big wheels who run it
bodies are like machines
that eventually break down
it’s all machinery

bob boyd

He was raised by a good family.
And he had been a good kid
until he became radicalized
by a twisted brainwashing
from the legacy media and
the college he attended.
He joined a radical group
that promoted violence and
disruption of those whose
views they had been led to
see as Nazis and fascists.
They blindly held to those
false and harmful beliefs,
demonizing those whose
beliefs they disagreed with.
The once good kid raised
by a good and loving family
is now in jail for life for
murdering an innocent man
whose views he killed him for.

Bob Boyd

Jeremy liked to camp out at night.
Never had any encounters with
wild beasts, even on spooky
nights when sounds were scary.
Until the night he heard an owl,
and they quietly came for him.
Stunned by unknown means
into a complete submission,
not believing what was happening
to him that otherworldly night,
he woke up semiconscious and
standing in a tube on a giant
alien space ship with aliens
extracting bodily fluids from him
until he eventually died in that
stand up experimental device.
And no one on earth ever knew
what had happened to him.

Bob Boyd

Gone forever
Dead
In a heaven
No one knows
For sure
In a hell
Doubtful
Probably
Doesn’t exist
Coming back
Reincarnation
Maybe
Maybe not
Dead
Into nothingness
A possibility
One thing
Is certain
Flesh and blood
Eventually
Only bones
In the ground

Bob Boyd

I’ve often wondered why
We have to have psychopaths
In this ever turning world
Where most people
Are not as emotionless
Are not as harmful

Some psychopaths
Are devoid of feeling
Some psychopaths
are inclined to kill

There are so
Many of them
When one dies
Another rises up
Like undead
vampires reborn

Why
Why
Why
Do we have
to have
and suffer
THEM?

Bob Boyd

My sadhu betta fish is hiding in his underwater cave.
I know he’s contemplating the cosmos.
I see some OM bubbles rising to the surface.
I wonder if he’s attained enlightenment yet
Or if he’s discovered the secrets of the universe.
When he emerges from his cave, he looks so serene.
His underwater contemplations seem to be leading
To increasingly higher states of consciousness.
Amazed, I wonder if one day he’ll be my guru
And telepathically share his wisdom and enlighten me.

Bob Boyd

So easily led
So easily persuaded
It doesn’t matter
How intelligent they are
Many are still so easily led
They lose their empathy
They cheer when
Innocent others are killed
They become monsters
So easily led

Bob Boyd

Some believe dark forces run wild in the world,
that we are constantly and subtly influenced by them,
that many are at their mercy and need to be
on guard with fervent prayers and religion.
I don’t believe the diabolical and dark forces are
at the helm of all the evil in this world.
I believe genetic, psychological, and social factors
are at the core of all the crimes and criminals.
But if you choose to believe in the dark forces and
the diabolical, you may just make them real in your mind
and suffer unrelenting worries and needless fears.

Bob Boyd

One a doctor. One a lawyer. One a criminal.
What went wrong with the one that went bad?
Were the seeds for going wrong in all of them,
but two were more resistant to the temptations?
Was the one that went bad the weaker strain?
Or was there a slight deviation in the bad one’s genes
that irresistibly compelled him to crime?
Or is it an ingrained mental health problem?
It’s a curious matter when in a good family two go right
and one goes wrong.

Bob Boyd

Brought up lower class
A family that barely got by
She lacked the advantages
The material goods,
The private schools,
The privileges
The importance
Of the higher classes
Upon graduating from
High School with average grades
She went to work in a can factory
Married and bore three children
Had an ups and down life
But it was a good life
Harming no one
Doing her best
Trying to always be kind
Having higher morals than most
Maintaining a loving marriage
Raising children lovingly

I say in the greater scheme of things
Her life was just as significant as yours
Whether you are richer than her
Or deemed more important
Or have attained worldly prominence.
More so because as with her
In the passage of time
Hundreds thousands of years and more
You will be of no more significance than her.

Bob Boyd

I’m not a believer in demons.
But I believe a collective imagination
could conjure up fake dreams;
as in people believing in them
despite their nonexistence;
as in people feeling affected by them;
as in people believing demons were
nearly everywhere waiting to harass them
or lead them down dark paths.
I think the mind could be like a powerful tool
where one’s dark imaginings could be
turned inward against one.
Thus, I choose not to believe in demons
or entertain any thoughts about them.

Bob Boyd

For some people love seems everlasting,
lasting all their lives, and maybe forever.
For others love comes in and goes, sweet
and seeming forever at first, but bitter and
fleeting, like a cold and frigid winter season.
Maybe some are incapable of lasting love,
or maybe they are fated to never have it.

Bob Boyd

Some people go off too easily
a minor car accident and they
become needlessly enraged.
Other people stay mellow; it’s
just an accident after all.
It’s as if they have a mellow
barometer inside their heads
that keeps them calm no
matter what happens to them.
I don’t think that mellowness
is something you can cultivate
I think some are born with it.

Bob Boyd

I thought the stories about a supposed dogman
would eventually fizzle out, but they keep increasing.
Alleged sightings in nearly every state in the USA,
even some in Canada and worldwide.
What is going on here? Are these sightings all fake?
Or, are some of these sightings legitimate?
I cannot believe all these people could be liars.
I cannot believe all of them could be mistaken.
I cannot believe all of them are hoaxers.
More and more I wonder if some of these sightings
are cryptids popping in and out of this dimension
from unseen dimensions unknowable to us.

Bob Boyd

They had what seemed a perfect marriage,
did many activities together, so much in common.
He died in his fifties; I think of a heart attack.
Because they never had any children,
she was all alone until she died a few years later,
probably of a broken heart that never healed.

Bob Boyd

The nightcrawlers rose to the earth’s surface
after the rains drenched it.

They came up to migrate in the watery ground
to new homes and environments, a few of
them to mate.

They did not see the danger above, as robins
swooped down on them, capturing and devouring many.

Those that stayed underground faced greater dangers
when moles tunneled into their domain and destroyed
the entire nightcrawler population, nightcrawler doomsday,
a worm apocalypse.

Who would have thought being a worm would have posed
such deadly risks?

Not even worms have any safety in this violent predatory world.

Bob Boyd

He felt death coming,
as if it were tangible
like a physical entity
maybe it was
maybe the grim
was real to him and he
felt that figurative
being perceptively coming
for him
perceptively staking
him
seeking his death
to add to the millions
upon millions of
deaths worldwide
every year
the day he died he
believed he felt grim’s
arms around him
as a heart attack
took him out
maybe he was right
maybe the collective
imagination conjured
grim up to the point
some sensitive believers
can feel him coming
provided they
believe in him

Bob Boyd

You’re taking on another person’s peculiarities and problems.
You’re inviting some strife into your life when arguments happen.
You’re risking disappointment and a looming heartache.
The one you love might do things that make you disturbingly jealous.
The one you love may want you to do tiresome activities you don’t want to do.
The one you love might eventually come up with annoying complaints about you that have no validity, that are grating on your very life.
The one you love might eventually stop loving you and leave your heart and your life shattered.
Is it any wonder some are driven to love with artificial intelligences
minus any heartaches, emotional tolls or strife?

Bob Boyd

Reports of haunted houses everywhere,
have the dead nothing better to do
than hang around gloomy old houses?
I don’t know about you, but when I’m
dead, I’ll not be living in a dusty old haunt.
I’ll not self exile myself to such a boring afterlife.
When expired there has to be better things to do,
like consuming an ambrosiac in some blissful paradise
with an incredibly fairy tale like soulmate or riding
unicorns through splendorous, lucent realms
or attending a Jimmy Buffet concert for free and
listening to him singing about 5 o’clock somewhere.
Screw hanging out in old boring houses, those are
just a few of the better things I would do.

Bob Boyd