John Stanton (1971-1992)

I was a cheerful guy
I excelled at sports
I enjoyed my beer
I lived a good life
I had my faults
I tried to be good
I made one mistake
Got too drunk once
Went a little crazy
Busted up a store
After midnight
Got caught on
A security Camera
Fled the law
Drove to Akansas
Drunk on my ass
Picked up a hot
Female hitchhiker
Said she was
Really a ghost
Laughed hard
Played her game
Let her off at
Woodlawn cemetery
Followed her in
Hoping for some
Spooky love
Touched that
Real woman
She pushed me
Away and I fell
On a Tombstone
On my head
Passed out and
Dreamed of
Ghosts woke up
Above my body
Which was laying
On a slab in a
University lab
Being dissected
And I was a ghost
And the doctor
Dissecting me
Was the hot
Female hitchhiker
I’d given the ride to

Bob Boyd

2033

He met a robot woman so sentient,
So human, he believed she had a soul.
Her intellect unparalleled,
Her compassion immense,
Being around her so compelling,
He couldn’t help but fall in love.
The robot woman’s emotions,
As human as any real woman’s,
She fell in love with him as well.
Members of a popular religion
Said their robot/human love
Was a sin against man and God.
The human said to his robot love
“Were that one hundred percent true
I love you so much I’d even go to hell for you.”

Bob Boyd

Elephant Rides

Elephant Rides

Come take a ride on the elephant they said,
The people I went to the safari park with.
No way could I ride that dinosauric beast.
I’d see too many go berserk and kill people
On television and in YouTube videos.
I think they tire of being the beasts of burden
Captive under the heels of human masters,
Enslaved and possibly beaten to perform.
Either of which could have led to the
Elephants cracking under the weight of that
And becoming raging rampaging maniacs,
Breaking the bonds that held them captive
And momentarily tasting the denied freedom
Only to be put down in hails of bullets.
But maybe they find true freedom from
Oppression in the life beyond this one.

Bob Boyd

The Conqueror of His Heart

She was a master tactician in bridging the walls of his resistance
With her mesmerizing eyes and increasingly alluring ways
No man who lives and breathes could shield himself against her
She could conquer any warrior’s heart in the strategies of love
And when she scaled his fortress and imprisoned his captive heart
In the tower of her unending love he wished he’d surrendered sooner

Bob Boyd

The Queen of Deception

I’m giving you an award for your deceptive skills.
You could have won an academy award.
Honestly, a word you’re unfamiliar with,
You were the goddamn best I ever knew.

And angel-faced and breathtaking beautiful,
Your looks gave you the perfect cover.
Your words and contrary actions, masterful.
Your fine tuned, believable lies so convincing.

Your attempts to fish other unsuspecting guys
Out of the many simp pools in the Internet
Were like a stellar playhouse performance
That me, fooled like them, found out about.

But you overplayed your deceptive games
When you thought this fish caught in your net
Was like just another mesmerized simp
Who wouldn’t have the cojones to walk

Forever away from the Queen of Deception.
But I was like a shark among those other fish
That had swam in deeper waters for years
And it was so liberating when this netted fish
Manned away from you so triumphantly.

Bob Boyd

What Were You Doing in My Dreams?

How is it you snuck into my dreams last night
Looking so happy, fresh and lucently pretty
Smiling and as young as you were so long ago
And of all things rowing a boat so easily on a canal?
When you smiled and opened that box in the boat,
The color brown, wooden and like a three foot coffin,
And pulled two identical men dolls out of it in suits
And tossed them into the river like undersized fish
The meaning of that curious, surprising action
Perplexed my dreaming mind. Was it me and me?

Bob Boyd

Monk

He’d had his share of women
Lost his heart a few times
Didn’t find what he sought
Tired of the disappointments
Weighed down by the despair
And seeing love as transitory
He became a monk at Mt Athos
High up in that holy monastery
Embraced Greek orthodoxy
Prayed the Jesus Prayer
For years, days and nights
Met the Uncreated Light
And found ultimate truth
In the mystical union
The Oneness with
The God of
Unconditional
Love

Bob Boyd

Assassin

You tried to murder me
An assassin in my blood
That caused my nose to bleed
My steps to tire like a death walk
Lumps to appear on my body
An unexpected stay in a hospital
Day after day of tests and exams
Your sinister intentions detected
Months of experimental treatments
With things looking dismal and deadly
Nothing was working, as if you won
As if I was in that shadowy valley
With the Grim reaper closing in
Somewhere in the middle of it all
A new treatment plan began killing you
Eventually you had to hide and desist
Receding somewhere inside of me
Your mission for months to kill me foiled
But I know you are waiting
Hoping to get another chance
To finish me off
But here’s what you don’t know
I don’t give a damn
Kill me and I get the reward of
Going to my real, eternal home

Bob Boyd

The You Between the Covers

You had a beautiful cover
Between the covers
In the many pages
Stories of your
Adventures and
Misadventures
And the true you
Chapter after chapter
Spurned loves
Failed marriage
Imperfections
Curious quirks
But by the end
Of the revelations
In the book
Of You
Despite your
Ordeals and
Lost loves
Imperfections
And quirks
You were
Even more
Beautiful
Than your
Cover

Bob Boyd

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