You live your life happy and free of horrible things happening to you.

You feel like those horrible things only happen to others.

You take risks, certain that you don’t have to worry about those horrible things that only happen to others.

You’re taking a walk one day without your car, far from your home.

Thunder and rain explode in the sky, and you’re getting soaked.

A nice, harmless-looking man offers you a ride.

Your instincts tell you he’s safe, and you get in his car.

He makes pleasant conversation and lets you out at your home.

And you have no idea how lucky you were, because he is a serial killer, and you were not his type.

Bob Boyd

White Light illuminates the darkness of the inner night.
To mystics common fare, to others never there.
One in whom the sun never sets sees it everywhere.

Bob Boyd

(Where my Rosemary Goes) 1970. Over 18 million hits on YouTube. Lucky fellas.
Magical, mystical song, still popular with those who hear it.

And wow, that Rosemary—maybe ethereal, surely surreal—never forget her.
One in a million, a mysterious goddess among women.

Every young man’s dream, the greatest fantasy female ever; the song is so clever, it makes you believe Rosemary’s really a goddess. Maybe she was. Maybe she still is.

O Rosemary, beautiful, mind-blowing, ultimate; you should have been the love of my life.

O Rosemary, why did I never meet an amazing, magical, enchanting woman like you?

And like the song says, “I would have loved you endlessly.”

But woe upon woes, you never existed except in that beautiful, make-believe tribute song, which I will always love and never tire of, no matter how many times I hear it.
Listening to it now. Love grows….

Bob Boyd

She sits in a wooden chair
with her long red hair
beautiful and allure
and looking at me
with the most beautiful eyes
that keep mesmerizing me
with feelings of love for her

it’s hard for me to look away
from her captivating stare
and the more she looks at me
and I look at her
the more I feel like being married to her

but, alas, it’s only unrequited love
for I’m just a human
and she’s just a painting
but I keep wishing she would walk
out of that painting and into my life
and be my loving wife

Bob Boyd

My betta fish is looking at me.
I don’t know if the look is for
food or curiosity.
I do know when I wave at him
he gets excited like a rapid
tail-wagging doggy.
I’d like to think he’s happy to see
me, but he’s probably just
hoping I’ll feed him more food.

Bob Boyd

Maybe the Hedonists have it right,
live for today, party all night.
Drink away you worries
and drown your concerns.
Live for today, party all night.
Forget about politics and the news,
who needs all that blues.
Party on, dance and shout,
enjoy life while you can;
before you know it, we’ll all be old
women and men.
Too old to party, maybe on a walker
on in a wheelchair,
eventually a corpse in the grave.
Screw that, party, have fun, be merry
while you can.

Bob Boyd

Now I see with the wisdom of age and spirituality
that even though you loved me for only
two summers and left me for another,

that even if you had stayed with me and got married
to me, our romance would have ended just like
those two summers — but when one of us died.

Thus, those two wonderful summers were enough for me,
like living in a teenage fairy tale that
was going to last ever after.

Though the ending broke my innocent, young heart,
I grew stronger and wiser in my relationships
with women thereafter.

And at least our romance didn’t end with one of us dying,
leaving irreparable grief in the heart of the other, as would
have happened if we had spent a lifetime together.

Bob Boyd

A fruit fly had grown old and ill
on his 13th day of living
he knew his lifespan of 14 days
was nearing its final hours
in his mind’s eye he saw
his whole life passing before him
and pause for a moment to see
a gorgeous female fruit fly
he mated with on day 7
and he remembered how being
with her was like being in heaven

Bob Boyd

Lying in a hospice bed, she feels death coming

at last, at last

a sigh of relief escapes her lips

before her final breath

she senses something above her

she looks up and smiles

in radiant white light her husband is waiting

she reaches up with both hands

and he pulls her soul into heaven

Bob Boyd

I saw you in a dream twice last night,
and I felt I knew you, though
we never met in this life.
I thought you were Spanish, but
you said you were Spanish and Italian.
You were in my arms suddenly, and I
liked the feeling.
Then you were gone but appeared
again as I wandered a city street.
We talked for a while as you stood
so endearingly close to me.
Pity I didn’t get your name and will
never see you again.
After all, it was only a dream.
But a part of me hopes it was more
than a dream.

Bob Boyd

Oh, those nights and days of passion.
Oh, how incredibly good they felt.
And you were unforgettably talented
at pleasing me, and I you.
Though it wasn’t enough to hold our
relationship together,
it was enough to keep me often
remembering how good it was with you.

Bob Boyd

An old man now, when he wakes up
his body is so stiff, sometimes sore.
He thinks to himself, maybe early
rigor mortis is setting in.
At times he sees himself as just
waiting to die.
At other times he likes his shrunken,
reclusive life.
Sometimes he wishes death would
just get it over with,
take him out of his waning life.
At other times, he’s enjoys the little
pleasures of what remains of his life.
All the time he’s more keenly aware
of the impermances of this life.
And he accepts that he is temporary
as well.
And he’s okay with Death coming to
take him him away, any time, any day.

Bob Boyd

His goal in life was
to be a great poet.
He knew the odds
were next to nil
of making money
as a poet, but he
didn’t let that deter
him.

He stayed true to his
vision, working menial
jobs, making minimal
money to live off while
he wrote thousands of
poems.

Sadly, he never
became a great poet,
only a few of his
poems were published.
And nobody has ever
heard of him today.

But he lived the kind
of life he wanted to live
and worked at what he
loved without any
compromising, without
ever giving up.

I find honor in that,
and I like that he was
never swayed by the
lure of money and of
an easier life.

And that he stayed
true to his vision
all his life.

Bob Boyd

At first … she was exciting,
alluring and, oh my, such fun.
Thoughts of her were always
playing in his mind, like
a hit song you want to hear
over and over and over.
Being away from her became
unbearable to his heart.
Six months later he had to be
with her, his soulmate, forever.
He proposed, she accepted,
and they got joyfully married.
After a few months, gradually
she began to change. He saw
the real her emerging that
she had kept hidden from him.
She became inconsiderate,
indifferent, no longer loving.
She stopped being sweet. She
had won her man and no longer
needed to be endearing.
She started being difficult,
complaining, arguing always.
A year into their marriage,
he found her insufferable,
impossible, contemptible –
until she left him for another,
much to his relief … at last.

Bob Boyd

Some people claim alien human hybrids
are working in underground military bases

here in the United States. I tend to think
that may be true, probably unlike you.

Some people believe aliens have carved
up cows surgically.

I tend to think that is probably also true, given
the many surgical precisions on many cows

Some people claim the aliens created us,
some alleged abductees do too.

I tend to think that’s nonsense, but imagine
if it were true.

And what would that mean for me and you?

Bob Boyd

She was afraid to tell her hot headed husband
about a neighbor who touched her inappropriately.

She feared he’d lose his temper and get in a fight
with the neighbor.

But when the neighbor touched her a second time,
she told her husband about the violations.

Her husband became like a berserker and stormed
over to the neighbor’s house.

A fight ensued, and her husband pummeled the
neighbor to death.

The swears and screams got the attention of
other neighbors, who called the police.

When the police arrived, her husband was
cuffed and arrested.

Now he sits in prison for decades, and, alone,
she cries herself to sleep every night.

Bob Boyd

He lived to age 99, kept alive medically.
Years of chronic aches and pains,
heavily medicated for them and more.
Dementia at age 94, had no idea who
or where he was.
To me, that’s not living; it’s being kept
alive too long medically.
I’d rather live no longer than age 85
with my mind still intact, and less
operations, chronic aches and pains.

Bob Boyd

If you’ve had a kundalini awakening for years or
for decades that has not completed,

that has not developed into cosmic consciousness,
when you die, you might be surprised

and find your kundalini awakening has matured
into full blown cosmic consciousness,

and it may be all those years or decades were
preparatory for the full flowering

once you exited your body permanently.

Bob Boyd

He always fell in love too fast. In retrospect,
he now believes it was an inadequacy.

He believes he felt unloved and not valued
as a child by one of his parents,

and this made him more desparate for the
love of a woman and too quick to fall in love.

Looking back with the wisdom he has now,
he realizes if he had his life to redo

he probably would fall in love too quickly
all over again.

Bob Boyd

I’m in the combat zone of Boston, MA,
back when I’m about 25 and reckless.

I spy a girl I went to high school with
in the combat zone all by herself.

The combat zone known for strip clubs
and hookers plying their trade there.

She doesn’t want any conversations.
I sense some shame in her demeanor,

and I sense, to my surprise, she’s
a working girl there. I wonder how she

went from a quiet high school girl to
a prostitute in the combat zone.

It’s one of my life’s mysteries I’ll never
find out the answers too.

And I really don’t want to know the
awful details of how she got into that life.

Bob Boyd