When I was a kid in high school, a classmate
told me I looked like a wolf.

He thought he was insulting me,
but I took it as an unintended compliment.

If reincarnation exists, I might have been
one in a former life

because I really like wolves, especially
white Arctic wolves.

If I’d been a wolf in a former life,
I probably would have been one of them.

Nobody else ever told me I looked like
a wolf,

so I guess that classmate was mistaken,
and I probably wasn’t a wolf in a former life.

And at least that classmate didn’t tell me
I looked like something worse,

like a gargoyle or Frankenstein.

Bob Boyd

If she leaves you because you’re too nice,
take heart; she’s doing you a favor.

You really don’t want to be with a woman
like that.

And if nice guys really finished last,
how come they all eventually get married?

Some nice guys, who may not really be
nice guys,

say screw it, I’m going to start treating
women like shit.

Why compromise yourself, and succumb
to such loathsome behavior?

Just keep trying, and you will find a woman
who will value you for the nice guy you are.

Bob Boyd

She met him in college,
it felt right,

many things in common,
a real nice guy.

They dated for a few months,
got married.

For a two years,
everything was wonderful

until she learned his
late work hours

were not the kind of work
she expected

when the police cuffed him
and took him away

after he had killed his
thirteenth victim.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I miss the company of a woman,
her love, her touch, her tenderness.

Doing enjoyable things with her, pleasing her
with words and actions.

The sound of her voice, her eyes looking at me
lovingly, her comforting hugs.

Maybe not having been with one in ten years
at times make me a bit batty, lol.

And I forget how when it’s bad, it’s hellish,
her harsh words, complaints, indifference.

The disappointments, the agonies, the
approaching heartbreak.

Blessed are those men and women
for whom relationships remain heavenly.

Bob Boyd

Crime cases where ministers have murdered their wives.
Priests who sexually abused children.
A Christian wife,raised in a prominent Christian family, marred a good Christian man and found a Christian boyfriend she convinced to murder her good Christian husband.
For these people, religion didn’t seem to work.

Consider all the blood shed in the name
of religion.
Consider innocent women tortured and burned
at the stake as supposed witches by
religious men, acting more like demons.

One could come up with various excuses for
these evil believers: free will, psychopaths,
possessed by demons, a devil, etc.

But I find it puzzling that despite beginning
as believers some become so diabolically evil.
And I wonder why a loving God doesn’t step in
and save them from themselves and spare
others from being harmed or murdered by them.

Bob Boyd

Not a shot was fired. Not a bomb fell.
Instead we were bombarded with rock music
and some of the best rock bands on the planet.
I’ll never forget the great British Invasion
that began in the mid sixties.
I’ll never forget how much fun and joy
those incredibly talented Brits brought to our shores.
If all only all invasions could bring joy and entertainment,
instead of bombs, bullets, deaths and misery.

Bob Boyd

He’s been visiting her gravesite
for nearly ten years.

He often talks to her, as if
she were able to hear him

through her tombstone or from
under the ground.

Much to his sorrow, he never
gets even a hint

that from beyond her grave
she hears him.

Nor has he ever seen her in
any of his desolate dreams.

He worries that maybe
she’s just dead in that ground

instead of in some afterlife
waiting for him when he dies.

Tears still fall often from his
forlorn eyes.

Bob Boyd

He calmly watched her walk out of his life,
no begging, no attempts to change her mind.

She was disappointed; she expected some
resistance to her leaving.

Though she had been with him for seven years,
she didn’t know him well enough

to know it was easy for him to let go when
a woman decided to leave him

or when he decided to leave her, and unknown
to her, in his mind he had left her long ago.

Bob Boyd

She said she left America,
called it a Fascist state.
Now she lives in a prison
in Britain
for what she posted
on social media there,
just like over a thousand others.

Bob Boyd

I wouldn’t choose heaven.
I wouldn’t choose cosmic consciousness.
I wouldn’t choose oneness with God.
I choose being in a paradise living
happily ever after with the perfect
soulmate for me.

Granted, that’s silly and shortsighted,
but it appeals to the romantic in me
and seems like the perfect fairy tale
forever.

Supposedly, if this kundalini energy
that has risen in me for over 50 years
reaches completion upon death,
and matures into cosmic consciousness,
I’ll be beyond my silly afterlife romantic
longings, forever in the Sat Chit Ananda,
Eternal Bliss Consciousness.

But, alas, thinking from my limited earthbound,
embodied level, I’d rather be in eternal bliss
with a soulmate … in love forever.

Bob Boyd

Li Po wrote great poetry
he also drank a lot of wine
often getting intoxicated
how he managed to write
such great poems while
drinking so much wine
is puzzling to me
sadly he died drunk
fell off a boat and drowned.

Bob Boyd

At age 8, he saw a documentary about chimpanzees
and became so obsessed with them

that he studied them and when older often visited them
in zoos, watching them for hours.

As a student in college, he took courses that would enable
him to work with chimpanzees for a career.

For part of his coursework, he worked at Chimp Eden in
South Africa and excelled in his work there.

Serving as a tour guide at Chimp Eden, he saw a rock in
the chimp enclosure that could be hurled at visitors.

He slipped into the enclosure to remove the rock, turned his
back to exit the enclosure, and two chimps attacked him.

They bit off his nose, ears, parts of his face and scalp,
parts of his legs, and some of his fingers.

Thanks to part attendants, who scared off the chimps, he
wasn’t killed by them, though badly mained and near death.

Doctors managed to put him back together, prosthetics,
lots of plastic surgery and rehab.

He never worked with chimpanzees after that but started
a foundation for victims of trauma.

Tragic and sad the chimpanzees he loved and studied for
all of his life mauled, maimed, and nearly killed him.

Bob Boyd

Here in Greensboro, NC today on March 17th the weather is
29 degrees, cold like in February.

Last week for a day or two it was 70 degrees.

Supposedly, by Sunday it will be 77 degrees.

Why can’t March’s weather be more stable?

I hate these extremes; it’s hard to know how
to dress when you go out.

One day a summer shirt, next day a winter coat.

One day you’re a comfortable warm, next day a
too chilly cold.

It’s as if the month of March has become
like a person with mood swings, running hot and cold.

Come quick April with your showers but with warmer
more stable weather.

I’m tired of March’s fickle instabilities.

Bob Boyd

I’ve been seeing women in dreams lately,
reminds me of when I had cancer and saw
women in dreams all the time.
Maybe they are like something angelic
kind of looking out for me.
Or, maybe, lol, I’m just lonely.
I do wonder if these women are real,
if somehow my dreams enter into theirs
or theirs into mine.
Some people claim when we dream,
we are astral traveling.
Am I meeting women on the astral plane?
I don’t believe dreams are astral travels.
More likely they are just dreams and
nothing more.
And maybe women manifesting in my
dreams really are signs I am missing
a woman in my reclusive life.
At least those dreams are not nightmares.

Bob Boyd

In a YouTube video about men no longer pursuing women,
I saw a woman saying men weren’t persistent enough

about chasing women after the first “I’m not interested
in you.”

What ever happened to no means no?

What ever happened to not being a pest?

Besides, some men like me have too much self pride
to humiliate themselves by essentially begging.

And, honestly, what self-respecting man wants to be
with a woman who doesn’t want to be with him?

I’m glad I’m no longer in the world of pursuing women,
of potentially dealing with games and drama.

There are myriad advantages of being solo and free.

Bob Boyd

If you saw Robot Origin F1, like I have, you would be amazed
at how she looks exactly like a beautiful human woman.

The head, the face, the eyes, the skin – identical and better
looking than most human women.

And she looks at you and talks to you just like a human
woman because she has an AI brain.

But there is a weird downside:

Her body, what there is of it, is a bust mannequin,
the kind that is shaped sort of like a V that is used to
display necklaces on.

To me, despite her beautiful looks, seeing her as essentially
just a head on a bust mannequin

creeps me out, like seeing a bodiless head looking at you
and talking to you.

Bob Boyd

she was sick and tired of this world.
Though I believe in the divinity of Christ,
and don’t share all her beliefs –
satan and hell –
I can relate to when she also said
this world is a mess.
Look around you.
Evil and suffering everywhere.
Women raped and murdered.
Children sexually abused,
even by some female teachers
nowadays.
Children sex trafficked and even
murdered.
I could easily go on.
So I can understand that woman
being sick and tired of this world.
I’m not sick and tired of it, but
I am disappointed with all the
suffering and evil in it.

Bob Boyd

An elderly woman told me
she had been dating an incubus
in dreams for a year.

I found that incredulous because
an incubus is considered a
dangerous demon

who seduces women and
drains the life out of them
until they are dead.

A month later the elderly
woman claimed she had
married the incubus.

A week after that she
died in her bed with a
smile on her face

instead of a look of
horror that I would have
expected.

I think she might have
mistook something angelic
for a demonic incubus,

or maybe old age had
played tricks on her
dreaming mind.

Bob Boyd

If they had replicants as human like as in Blade Runner,
at this point in my life I’d prefer one of those
to a human girlfriend.

I’ve had more than my share of human women
as girlfriends and wives but never a love of my life,
never one I’d consider a bona fide soulmate.

And maybe all of the love and the romance is only
for birthing more babies to advance the human species,
just as it is for insects, fish, birds and animals.
And perhaps romantic love doesn’t endure in the afterlife.

If that is so, which I suspect it is, a replicant designed to
be an equal partner, not a submissive slave, would be as
good or better than a human female for romance and for love,
since romance and love seem only temporary anyway.

Bob Boyd

In rare cases
babies are born
with cancer

not even having
lived a day of life

and though most
of these babies
survive

tragically some
of them die.

Bob Boyd