Day: November 8, 2025

I watch a lot of true crime shows
often good people get murdered
in deadly marriages

for example

a good guy who’s an upstanding citizen
and a Sunday School teacher
is married to a woman who is also
a member of the church and
volunteers for it

it seemed they have a loving marriage
together for years with two kids

the minister of the church, though married,
had a roving eye for women
behind his preaching and righteousness,
he’s chronically promiscuous

he eventually woos and beds the good guy’s
Christian wife, who seemed too proper
too good a wife for such unholy shenanigans

the good guy husband suspected the affair
but appeared to be talked out of his suspicions
by his wife and her minister paramour

not long after that, the good guy is dead,
shot in the head
the minister was the shooter,
the wife an accomplice, in on the plan
maybe the architect of it
told the minister she wished her husband was dead

insurance was the prize the wife wanted to win

but to her shock and outrage, the good guy
perhaps knowing for sure
his wife was cheating on him
changed his beneficiary to his kids instead
of her

the wife and the minister had been seeing each other
for ten years behind the good guy husband’s back
now they’re broken up and only seeing the bars
on their prison cells.

Bob Boyd

Oh how I wanted to move to Thailand
not for the women in the streets
outside the bars
or the drinking and the wild partying

not to be a sex tourist
far from those empty, carnal pleasures
except for the pleasures of
a one and only true love
and many are the exotically
beautiful Thai women

though not a Buddhist, I wanted to see
the Buddhist temples
and the Buddhist monks
and at that time I was interested in
Mauy Thai, would have loved to
have attended the fights
maybe I would have bought a
phra kruang amulet

never got there, went to the Philippines
instead
a beautiful Filipina changed my mind.

Bob Boyd

Age of Aquarius
yours truly was there
didn’t drop acid or trip out
on LSD or space out on drugs

never got to San Francisco
to meet the “gentle people there
with flowers in their hair”
but oh how I loved that song and still do

Woodstock, Haight-Ashbury
Jimi Hendricks, The Doors
California dreaming
peace and love
good vibes in the cosmic air

psychedelic music playing
in the background
free spirits everywhere
some freaking out
some finding themselves

loved the hopeful, Utopian visions
and the looks of the hippy women
never had one for a girlfriend
more’s the pity – maybe

loved the sixties vibe
but except for many
spiritual experiences
one with the
forever transformative
white light
bright like the sun,
and deep into Eastern Spirituality
I was mostly a straight arrow

didn’t curate the look, the beads
the freak flag (real long hair)

now the hippies are mostly gone
a few remnants still hanging on
hopelessly clinging
to the forsaken dream

neo hippies scattered here and there
but it’s just not the same
it seems superficial and unreal
the promise of peace and love
just isn’t there

the 60s Age of Aquarius has died out
Haight-Ashbury is no longer a hippie haven
and nobody’s California dreaming anymore.

Bob Boyd

From the day we are born …
we are all destined to become
discarnate entities, incorporeal spirits

at least that’s what
NDE accounts, my beliefs
and spiritual experiences
suggest to me

a human today
like a ghost tomorrow

will some of us
hang around
and haunt a particular place

or will we all go to the Light
or have what the Hindus
call a maha samadhi

and become one with the universe
living in the Sat Chit Ananda
the eternal bliss consciousness?

or, maybe we won’t get beyond the grave
the funeral pyre or the cremation oven

and be obliterated into nothingness

I could handle that and so could you
there wouldn’t be
any you’s or me’s
to fret and worry about it.

Bob Boyd

Human, brainless bodies manufactured
for spare parts for humans

called bodyoids

might be coming down the pike
developed from stem cells

replacement organs
for medical patients who need them
maybe an arm or a leg too

human bodies alive but brain dead
living breathing

but nobody home
in terms of sentience
and consciousness

I don’t know about you
but farming brainless, soulless human bodies
sounds Frankenstein ghoulish to me.

Bob Boyd