Day: June 11, 2026

I remember when I was in my twenties,
and a woman I knew said she didn’t know
how a woman we knew always kept men
addicted to her.

it was as if she had siren-like ensnarements
that bound men to her —

that kept them dazed and under her control
permanently, inescapably.

I never got to know that woman. Maybe I
feared her siren-like powers and didn’t
want to be her next love bound hostage.

Bob Boyd

From everything I’ve read,
and what I have heard
about peoples’ NDEs,
it seems when we die
romantic love dies too.

I don’t mean because we
are dead in the ground.
I mean when we are alive
in our spirits, which I believe
we become when we die.

But woe upon woes how it
saddens me to think that
romantic love could be gone
forever, rekindled never.

I also believe that the apex
of our evolution is spiritual,
what the Hindus call the
Sat Chit Ananda, the eternal
bliss consconscious,
the Oneness beyond dualities.

But the romantic in me whats
the fairy tale ending, the in
love forever and ever after.
But, alas, what I want is of
no significance in the greater
scheme of things, and
“what will be will be.”

Bob Boyd

So many sightings.
So many claims of abductions.
So many claims of human-alien hybrids.
Naval personnel see then enter and
exiting the sea.
Pilots see their UFOs routinely.
A Whistleblower claimed a dead alien
was at Area 51, as well as reverse engineering
of an alien spacecraft.
If all these claims about aliens are real
when will they debut?
When we’ll we have a reveal?

Bob Boyd

Wow! What a Dream! What a Woman!

I am in a dream working in an office.
There’s a young and beautiful blonde
haired woman, who’s quite efficient
working in a part of that office.
And she’s aloof and unapproachable.

In the dream we haven’t talked, but
unexpectedly she tells me we have
new company insurance and she says
it’s not good. I say, “It’s not good?”

She moves close to me and presses
her body against mine and with her
face so close to mine that I feel like
kissing her, she says, “No it’s not,
honey.” I’m melting inside. My mind
has turned to mush, and I want that
moment to last forever and ever.

And I’m hers forever if she wants me.
I wake up saying out loud Wow! Wow!
It’s 2 am, and in the sobering early
morning it pains me that it was just
a dream, and that that heaven is lost
to me forever. And I think to myself
if only … if only … if only ….

Bob Boyd