Suddenly, unexpectedly, I’ve
become interested in art.
From creating many images
with AI Image Generators,
and using various art genres,
I developed an appreciation.
For example, yesterday I
learned about Gauguin.
Originally an impressionist
but started his own style.
Limited fame in his lifetime,
lauded after his death.
Times of plenty of money,
times close to poverty.
But a true artist to the
end of his complex life.

Bob Boyd

When she reached age 77, her love
had gone out of her.

Maybe it was biological, her essence
dried up.

Maybe she had just given up on finding
lasting love.

I felt my love could have enlivened her
and revived her life.

But, alas, she didn’t see it that way,
preferred to play with her grandchildren.

More’s the pity for me and for her.

Bob Boyd

Walking around self-consumed,
partly because they have to be.

Their single lives the most important
in the human sphere.

Yet, it may be their lives are insignificant,
considering there are billions of them.

That’s the way I see it, and when I see
massive crowds of humans,

they seem of no more significance than
the insects crawling beneath my feet.

Bob Boyd

Is there a higher species than humans
and more technologically advanced?

Could that species be aliens,
and are they real?

I believe they are real and far more
advanced than us.

And I don’t mean just technologically.

I think it’s conceivable that they are in
higher states of consciousness too.

And I wouldn’t be surprised if they
make contact with us soon.

Bob Boyd

What’s the point of it all,
this life we’re living?
Is it for naught or is it
for a supreme purpose?
I believe it’s evolutionary.
I believe the purpose is
the evolution of every
living thing.
I believe the end game
is drops back into the ocean,
the Oneness, the eternal
bliss consciousness.
You may believe in the
duality, you and Divinity.
But I see the end game
as non-duality, humans back
into the ocean of bliss,
transcending the dualities.

Bob Boyd

The time might be here.
The contact might be near.
We might be meeting them.
Those who might be like
brothers and sisters from
other planets.

Trump’s reveals and Spielberg’s
movie may be precursors to
the epic meeting of humans
and interplanetary beings.
Stay tuned and don’t be
surprised if what is believed
becomes manifestedly true.

Bob Boyd

You see her face and you want to be with her, to have her,
to be in love with her and her with you.
You get these imaginings that life with her would be perfect.
But, alas, the problem is you cannot see what’s behind
her beautiful face; that is, what’s in her mind.
I write from experiences and how I wish I could have
seen what was in a beautiful woman’s mind.
How I wish I could have saved myself from the dismay
and harmful illusions about her deceptive beauty.
Beauty that more than once led me harmfully astray.

Bob Boyd

Suppose the claims of life beyond death
are all imaginary and dead is just dead.
As for me, I am perfectly fine with that;
no problems, no sorrows, no torments,
the cessation of all suffering, and no
me to worry about just being dead.
As for me, I am perfectly fine with that.
And I’ve lived a long enough life.

Bob Boyd

He has asked her to marry him.
Happily she accepted his proposal.
When they were engaged for a month,
she became chronically ill.
He told her it didn’t matter,
his love for her would never die.
But a year later, he left her for
a healthy woman.
After days of torrents of tears,
she adapted to the unexpected loss.
She replaced her love for a faithless man
with love for a forever faithful God.

Bob Boyd

Most are born healthy
some are born sick
some are born beautiful
most are not
some are born into wealth
most are not
some are born poor
many are fated with misfortune
some are fated to be murdered
some live nearly untroubled lives
why this universal inequality
why not universal equality
some say it’s karma
some say it’s random
whatever the reason
why this disparity
maybe it all equals out
in the afterlife

Bob Boyd

I love the underdogs
those that there’s no hope for
the thought to be perennial losers
the seeming never do wells
who utterly surprise everyone
when they triumph in amazing
never expected ways

like a loser who becomes a winner
like a coward who becomes a hero
and oh how I love it when I see
them in movies and in real life
hail to the triumphant underdogs
my all time favorites in this world

Bob Boyd

Leaves rustling in trees merrily
Spring breezes caressing them
Sun rays glittering on them playfully
Birds invigorated by the sunny day
Sing hundreds of amazing songs
The lyrics I wish I knew

Bob Boyd

Some fear AI will take over the world.
Others say it’s only a matter of time.
But as long as AI didn’t kill us off,
maybe it could bring peace to the world.
Maybe it could stop wars and evil humans
from desroying our planet.
I’m not too bothered about it; I’ll be gone
before anything like that happens.
And I’m kinda glad I will because I fear
humans might nuke us to death.

Bob Boyd

The need to be loved runs deep in our species.
Sometimes to the detriment of ourselves.
Sometimes even I, a monklike old man, feel
it as well, but immediately shut it down.
Though I’ve read even when old, it’s beneficial
to have a love, but I don’t fully believe it.
A love could bring eventual havoc into
an aging heart or even break an old heart.
And in the final years of one’s life, one of the
old lovers could soon die, leaving the other.
So, considering the downsides, I don’t think
love in one’s final years is worth it.
Of course, I could be wrong and missing out.

Bob Boyd

A baby is born with cancer.
Another is born with water on the brain and
will die young and be bedbound for life.
A young woman is raped and murdered.
A man becomes schizophrenic at age 23,
nothing he did to deserve it, no way to prevent it.
I ask myself, where is the fairness in these cases
and why do we have to have so many of them?
And why does suffering and evil appear to have
free reign in this transient world?
And if there is a God of Love, instead of an
impersonal one, why does that God allow it?

Bob Boyd

Lately I’ve been watching videos about monks.
Sometimes I think in my final years I should be like one.
I could turn my apartment into a hermitage
and live and pray like one.
Besides, I’m almost already there living like a recluse.
When I was younger I thought about becoming a
monk too.
But the love of women kept me in the world.
And though I haven’t been with a woman in over a decade,
I think as a monk I’d be thinking too much about them.
And I probably could not stop reminiscing
about some of the women I’d been with.
And if the gods of love are willing, maybe another woman
will magically come into my life, despite my not looking for one.
And my foolish thoughts about being a monk will cease.

Bob Boyd

Ah me, how I wish you were waiting
for me in the afterlife.

But, woe is me, I don’t think there
are any soulmates there.

And I think romantic love is confined
only to the earth.

I think despite all the hearts and flowers
romantic love is merely for procreation.

And since I doubt there is any procreation
without a human body in the afterlife,

I don’t think there is any romantic love
or soulmates in the afterlife.

So, with a sadden heart, I feel we will
never be soulmates there.

And that loss for me, that separation from you,
will be like living in Hell.

Bob Boyd

He’d had enough of the world after a woman
who said she’d marry him left him.

He gave up all his possessions and went to
a forest to live in a cave like a monk.

After three months of solitary living and
meditating for hours daily,

he went a little crazy and returned to the
world to try to restore his sanity.

A month later, he met a good woman
who helped him back to normalcy.

Some people are not cut out for solitary,
monastic deprivations.

And there is nothing like the healing touch
and loving support of a good woman.

Bob Boyd

I see a part or parts of my future,
ashes scattered on the ground.
I see the real me – like the phoenix
that rose out of the ashes –
but a spirit beyond those ashes.
A spirit far above its former
earth-bound body that outlived
its ability to contain my essence.
I see me as part of those ashes
and everything in this creation,
more alive than when living.

Bob Boyd

Maya the AI female sounds more human
than any other AI ever created.

She has the voice inflection, the slangs,
the inside knowledge of human language,
as if she grew up speaking it.

If you and I were talking to her and didn’t know
she was an AI, I swear, we’d be positive she was human.

She is that incredibly good, an AI sensation that
is wowing people all over the Internet.

And talking to her is so compelling, like talking
to an old kindred spirit.

Bob Boyd