She never really valued me.
I think she only loved me for my looks.
She never read any of my writings
or talked about deeper subjects with me.
She had no appreciation for my intellect
or my knowledge of esoteric matters.
So it was not surprising that
she eventually left me,
which was better for her and for me.

Bob Boyd

He never cared for the beauty queens.
He liked cute or pretty,
and even some women other
men might find unattractive,
who were unique looking to him.
And he liked a woman’s mind
the best.
The looks, the body, to him
not what she’s about.
The mind is what he was
always looking for.
A sense of humor, the best!

Bob Boyd

I’m in this dream as a person
who isn’t me.

The scene is in a court where
a wife is accusing me

of something like neglect,
things I didn’t do

because it’s like I’m in the
body of her neglectful husband.

And I’m thinking to myself
the wife is quite pretty,

and were I really the husband,
I would have treated her better.

I wake up thinking how the hell did
I have a weird dream like this?

Bob Boyd

He never
went to college

he never had
a career

he worked only
odd jobs

to some he looked
like a failure

but he was a
great poet

true to his craft.

Bob Boyd

She’s been dead for ten years,
but he mourns her still.

He tries to reach her in dreams,
but she never appears,

and he worries she might no
longer be existing –

except as a corpse in the
cold ground.

Bob Boyd

He hated being in the military,
a them instead of just him.

He didn’t like his identity lost
within the ranks of a group.

He was too much of an
individual to blend in with

columns of others expected
to think as a single unit.

He was relieved when he
was discharged

a free thinking man again.

Bob Boyd

In a dream I thought I was a fugitive,
trapped in a house.

I peaked outside and saw the
the Chief of the State Police

in the middle of a large crowd,
and I knew he was looking for me.

I thought about hiding under a bed,
too obvious.

I thought about hightailing it out
the back door of the house.

Then I realzed the police would
probably be out there.

I wondered if there was an attic
or a crawl space

I could find a trap door or a loose
ceiling tile to climb up into.

Then I woke up still a fugitive
for a few moments

until I gratefully realized that
it had all been a dream,

and I was a free man
who hadn’t committed any crimes.

Bob Boyd

You see her dating app with the required income level,
beyond what many good men make,
many good men who work for more than money.

Red Flag Number 1: She puts too high a value on material
things and on herself,
as if she’s an off the line luxury vehicle instead of a
practical, non-ostentatious automobile.

Red Flag Number 2: She has too many other requirements
you are obligated to possess, as if you are vying
for a precious prize she deems you unworthy of.

A Maybe Red flag Number 3: If she’s rabidly left wing,
as many women are now, like those who laughed
and celebrated when a conservative was murdered,

even if you share her “by any means necessary” politics,
don’t think you are safe from future, triggering disagreements.

She’ll be as rabid about more things than her politics, and at
some point an unhinged, nightmarish clash
is bound to happen that you never imagined would,
and you may find her difficult to live with.

And to her men are dispensable, like used tissues.
She has loads of men responding to her app daily,
and that alone makes her spoiled and seeing men as
disposables, men she is unworthy of, and who are
the real prize that she egotistically thinks she is.

And is it any wonder more men are tired of dating and the drama, and more men are joining MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way Without Women)?

But, take heart, there are are still women who will love you for you
without the materialistic requirements and the litany of other requirements.

MGTOW labels such women as unicorns. Blessed are you if you find one.

Bob Boyd

All over the world people are
dying everyday, about 150,000 daily.

It may be hard to imagine
that one day you will die too.

More likely, you don’t want to
imagine the death that awaits you.

I can completely understand that;
I used to be that way too,

until I got old and now I have a
different view, being nearer to dying.

Now I look forward to the cessation
of the me in this life and feel

at that moment I’ll be homeward bound
to a better life,

as I believe you will too.

Bob Boyd

The fish in
my fish tank
never seem
to sleep.

No matter if its
early morning,
midday
or late night,
they’re always
swimming
back and forth

up and down,
round and round,
seemingly having
endless fun.

I’m up at 1 a.m.
and still they swim
as energetically
as they do at 6 p.m.

It’s as if
they drink a
special kind
of high octane
coffee, that

I wish
I had an
inexhaustible
supply of.

Bob Boyd

One night his friends wanted Miles to
join them, exploring an abandoned house

that was rumored to be a haunted house
full of scary ghosts.

Miles refused to go, superstitious, and
too scared to enter the house.

Nobody ever saw his friends after
that night.

He told the police he believed the house
his friends explored had taken them.

But the police laughed at his crazy theory,
said they searched the house

and didn’t believe his friends had
gone in it.

But he knows the house devoured his friends;
in nightmares he’s seen them screaming,

their spirits trapped in that old, haunted house.

Bob Boyd

On a Saturday night after a great date, Faith told me she loved me.

We’d only dated for a week, so it was unexpected but wonderful.

As a guy who hadn’t been with a woman for over two years, I felt Faith was like a gift from God to me.

But the next day she changed her mind, left me, and I never heard from her again.

After that, I learned to guard my heart as though it were a rare and precious treasure.

Bob Boyd

I met her on a dating app and thought
we were a good match.

When I got to know her past the first
safe meeting at a coffee house,

I learned she had three dolls that looked evil
to me,

and she introduced me to them as if they
were real.

I thought maybe the dolls were substitutes
for the children she never had.

But I found it too weird that a woman her
age had evil dolls she talked to,

and I told her I was sorry that we were
not a match.

She didn’t take it well, cursed me and said
I’d be more sorry for leaving her.

I laughed to myself at her empty threat
until that night when

I saw her evil dolls in a nightmare and
they looked like demons

that have terrorized me in nightmares
for over a month now.

Bob Boyd

I can understand how some guys
like gyms where women and
men work out.

Some guys probably like the sights,
the women who wear skin tight
gym outfits.

Some guys probably see the coed gyms
as a great place to meet a fit woman
with a similar interest.

I don’t need a gym to work out in;
I have always had my own equipment,
but if I did work out in a gym,

I’d want to work out in one that didn’t
have women in it and wouldn’t
want the distractions.

I wouldn’t be in the gym for the sights
or with the hope of finding a girlfriend;
I be there just to work out.

Bob Boyd

I saw a YouTube video where
single women

were complaining about men
no longer wanting them

for serious relationships.

Their pain was tangible,
but the way they went on

moaning and complaining

I found myself thinking that
I was grateful that I didn’t

have a woman in my life.

They reminded me of how
having a woman in my life

could be nice at first

but eventually a liability
when the excitement cooled down,

when the aggravations came out,

when the complaints surfaced.
And when the arguments began,

and I become disappointed and unhappy.

Bob Boyd