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I’ve noticed all over the world women
paint their faces with makeup
presumably to increase their allure
unlike the female beasts in the forests
who, presumably, have more allure
without the need to paint their faces
do their nails, or gussy up their hair.
Bob Boyd
Art Bell believed there were
ghosts of the living
an appearance in spirit form
of somebody you know is alive
a number of people reported
such sightings on Art Bell’s
Ghost to Ghost shows
perhaps our spirits are
embodied and sometimes
slip out while we’ve alive
instead of the intended
bodily separation when
we are dead.
Bob Boyd
Some people claim they’ve seen headless ghosts
why would a ghost appear like that?
unless a dead person lived in the vicinity where
once people lost their heads under the guillotine
or maybe it’s a metaphoric thing, like a person
who often lost his head, as in got angry, when living
losing it literally when angry in the afterlife
but I’m just kidding around here, giving you these
made up theories and hoping you never see
a spectral noggin heading toward you.
Bob Boyd
I had a girlfriend once who was pretty, petite and sweet
and seemed angelic – publicly
privately she was still pretty and petite, but forget about
the sweet and angelic
she became as annoying as a rabid flea on me, too many
snide, biting remarks
not being a masochist, not taking excessive sh*t from anyone,
I had to leave her
I couldn’t put up with her publicly hidden persona
the insufferable, devilishly real her.
Bob Boyd
I’ve read when an old person dies
he or she becomes young again
in the afterlife
yet I’ve heard stories about
old people ghosts
does that mean when you die old
you remain old in the afterlife
or are these old ghosts in something
like an afterlife waiting room before
they get a youthful redo?
Bob Boyd
I’ve become a bit addicted to listening to Art Bell’s
Ghost to Ghost part of his Coast to Coast programs
available on YouTube
I like the scares, the uniqueness, of the spectral tales
glimpses into another dimension, thrills galore,
loads of ghosts
maybe I’m hooked on these ghost stories because
at my age I could be close to becoming one
if so, my intent is not to hang around and haunt a musty, old house
or scare living people; I’ll have better things to do
perhaps I’ll merge with the cosmos and live forever
in the eternal peace and bliss of cosmic consciousness
but if I had a choice, I’d rather be in an idyllic paradise beyond
the tragedies and tears of this impermanent world – young again
in love forever with a divinely beautiful soulmate.
Bob Boyd
He loved his exotic wife
she had a different look
beautiful for sure
luxuriant black hair
symmetrical figure
coffee-colored skin
but her black eyes
that seemed to shine
were the stand out
she was more exotic
than he had imagined
one night he woke up
in the middle of night
turned, looked at her
and saw she was a
a different species
a lizard-like shape
shifting reptilian alien
he screamed but she
morphed back to human
mesmerized him with
her eyes that glowed
until his memory of
what he had seen was
erased from his mind.
Bob Boyd