Poems by 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

When her parents first heard
their five-year-old daughter
talking to an imaginary friend

they thought it was normal
harmless for children
to have imaginary friends

until things got dark
she said her friend was dead
but in their house

concerned, the parents questioned
her about the dead, imaginary friend
she told her parents the friend

was buried in their back yard
the little girl led her parents out
to the alleged burial spot

drew a circle around it
the parents got shovels, began digging
found the bones of the imaginary friend.

Bob Boyd

They make monsters in the movies
they make them in real life too
with falsehoods, repeated lies
and brainwashing
until these human monsters emerge
from the darkness in their souls
and start killing people.

Bob Boyd

She always hiked and camped alone
friends warned her hiking
and camping solo was unsafe
she didn’t listen to them,
said they were too paranoid
watched too many horror movies

hiking along a trail late afternoon one day
far from her campsite
she stopped and sat down
soon had a feeling of dread
that turned into a feeling of
approaching danger

frightened, she scrambled back down the trail
took a wrong turn and got lost
darkness had covered the forest
making it harder for her to find her way

a hulking dark shadow appeared
under the barely moonlit night
walking steadily toward her
each cracking step on the falling leaves
more ominous, more foreboding

when it came face to face with her
she saw it was a giant Bigfoot and passed out
she woke up in the morning
inside her camping tent safe and secure
and wondered if it had all been a dream
until she saw giant footprints outside her tent.

Bob Boyd

Once there was a self aware tree
it possessed a rudimentary consciousness

it stood for 50 peaceful years
in a serene forest

until loggers sawed it down and
cut it into pieces

and the pieces each held
onto pieces of its consciousness

for about a week before the pieces died
and the consciousness regrouped

and evaporated into the ether
where it remained for a while

until it amassed into a pin point
and returned to earth an insect

a step up the spiritual evolutionary chain
to its eventual rebirths into an enlightened human

and finally gets off the revolving wheel
of transmigration.

Bob Boyd

Sitting in Surrender to the Absolute Today

Such bliss
such peace
like never before
maybe I’m getting closer
to opening the door
to the mystical union
the cosmic consciousness
the oneness
the sat chit ananda
the eternal bliss consciousness
such bliss
such peace
like never before

Bob Boyd

Sometimes in less than logical moments
I imagine how nice it would be

to walk downstairs from my second floor apartment
and find a letter in my mail box

from a woman I knew in the past
with some kind or loving words inside it

sometimes in less than logical moments
I imagine it would be like the best Christmas present

at any time of the year, spring, summer, fall, winter
but thinking logically, maybe this is a sign that

despite my reclusive contentment and general happiness
perhaps sometimes I get a little lonely

and long for some female companionship
forgetting, for a moment, the drawbacks and the risks.

Bob Boyd

I don’t do traditional meditation now
I basically sit in surrender to the Absolute

but decades ago I did Transcendental Meditation
for many years

until the k energy became overstimulated
from regular meditation for 10 minutes or more

back then, two times I felt myself beginning
to leave my body through the crown of my head

right up the kundalini pathway and to where
I had no idea

both times, frightened, I pulled out of meditation
not wanting to do what I thought was astral travel

I’d heard about cases where people got lost
in the astral planes and never got back

I’d heard about cases when a person who
astral traveled and came

back to his body saw some kind of
negative entity trying to occupy it

because of these cases, I freaked out
not wanting to chance those things

even though those cases may not have
been factual

supposedly many have astral traveled
without such things happening to them

in retrospect, I should have just gone
with those strange to me experiences

I know now I wouldn’t have left my body
I would have experienced incredible

expansions of my consciousness
and maybe a taste of cosmic consciousness

as Gopi Krishna did when he had the same
rising out of the body experience

though his path after that was perilous
his k energy went up the wrong channel, pingala

eventually he got his k energy up the right channel
sushumna and attained cosmic consciousness

and spent the rest of his remaining years on earth
living a blissful, enlightened life

while I still live with a k awakening uncompleted
and have not attained the blissful, enlightened life.

Bob Boyd

She was 16-years-old and in one of my
high school classes

though I didn’t know her well, she was
always sweet and nice to everyone

I remember the day I overheard
a kid who played high school football

telling another kid how he had
had her too, meaning sex with her

what enraged me about this was
these two maybe more were

passing her around like a used plaything
with no respect or feelings for her

what was crudely called pump and dump
but, man, she was too sweet and nice

to be used and treated like a sex object
and passed around

and I always hated guys who bragged
about girls they used to others

in my code of teenage living, to treat a girl
like that was close to criminal.

Bob Boyd