Month: August 2025

My newfound love of my life said she
had something called Entomophobia.
I had no idea what that humongously
large word meant nor its implications.
She said it was a dread of insects.
I said I could understand that because
creepy crawly spiders creeped me out.
When she moved into my apartment to
make it a love nest, all was love and bliss
until a single cockroach crept under the
front door of my apartment, and my love
began sweating and freaking out as if
the end of the world was happening.
She shrieked like a woman on fire, packed
her suitcases, said we were done, and
flew out my life, gone forever.
And as I never saw a single cockroach
in my apartment before, I swear that little
demon was a buzzkill cockroach from hell.

Bob Boyd

Chanting Cicada Monks

I hear the cicada monks chanting their
nightly prayers with their sacred tymbals.
I wonder if with all that vigorous chanting,
any of them have attained enlightenment.
Some people think the chants are for sex,
but the cicadas are far higher evolved
than chanting for hours merely for procreation.
Sometimes they copulate out of nature’s
necessity to propagate their species.
Most of the time they are on a higher path
tirelessly chanting their sutras over and over,
experiencing profound moments of cosmic bliss,
striving toward getting off the wheel of rebirth,
and transcending into the higher, eternal bliss,
instead of merely singing noisily in towering trees.

Bob Boyd

While picking through various bargains
at my local dollar store, out of the corner
of my left eye, I spied a bona fide Dogman
shopping in the toy section. Terrified,
petrified, I pretended I didn’t see him.
I fled with my purchases to the front of
the store to cash out fast. I told the two
workers about the cryptid that had
invaded their store. They laughed as if I
were bonkers or making a silly joke
and said they didn’t see anything
unusual come into the store.
Still panicked, I dashed out of there with
my purchases, and that night I saw on the
evening news that six people including
the two employees had been slaughtered in
that store by some kind of howling beast
that got away.

Bob Boyd

I have read of all sorts of cryptids
that no one has ever found any
definitive proof about, far as I know.

Some of the sightings of some of these
cryptids are in the high thousands and
all over the USA.

Some of the people who claim to have seen
them seem creditable as opposed to hoaxers
just having some fun.

Though I’m skeptical about most of these
thousands upon thousands of sightings, I
find one theory plausible.

Imagine if all or some of these cryptids
were from other dimensions and could appear
and disappear into the out of our world.

I think it’s possible many or some of
these creatures could be denizens of
other dimensions, if any of them are real.

Bob Boyd

What’s the point of people living and dying?
Is it to prod them to seek an afterlife paradise,
and failing that prodding sent to a hell?

Is it a one shot deal, done and dead, with the hope
of heaven or a hopeless, eternal damnation?

Or do they keep coming back on the wheel of
transmigration until they spiritually evolve enough
to attain an eternal bliss consciousness?

Or is it all a pointless drama with the ending
of people into the grave and nothingness,
an obliteration of what they had been?

Bob Boyd

Imagine if in ancient times a religion were
conjured up, believed into being.

Imagine if a bird god was the god of that
conjured up religion.

Imagine if the real God took pity
on the misguided conjurers

and mercifully imbued himself
into the imagined bird god

for the sake and salvation of the
people and the conjurers.

Bob Boyd

Birds fell dead from the sky.
Animals dropped dead on the ground.
Humans expired in the streets and in homes.
An enemy’s massive chemical attack,
unprovoked and unseen coming,
spread over the entire country,
instant and total annihilation,
a war won by insidious means.

Bob Boyd

Some people claim they’ve
received mindspeak from Bigfoot.
In other words, telepathic
communications.

Supposedly with his mindspeak,
Bigfoot can transfer emotions
as well.

Some Bigfoot researchers claim it’s
just woo-woo stuff, but others
believe it is true.

There are people who claim to
have experienced it, hearing his
words in their heads.

Maybe Bigfoot mindspeak is real, or
maybe it is merely a hoax or claims
by delusional people.

But whether real, a hoax, or imaginary,
I find it compelling regardless, and
it truly intrigues me.

And if you’re a Bigfoot reading this,
lets meet in the beta waves and
mindspeak together.

Bob Boyd

It occurred to me today
that I would be okay

if death were like sleep
without the dreams

a restful undisturbed
lasting peace

no cares
no worries
beyond it all

no needs
no disappointments
like a tranquil twilight
in a darkened night

Bob Boyd

At 80, I’m nearing my obsolescence,
a departure from this tired life.
Perhaps I’ll join some old friends
who became obsolete before me.
Maybe I’ll see Joe Drew there,
who died in Viet Nam or
Mike McHugh and Dennis Doughty,
both died about 5 years ago.
Maybe I’ll make it to something
as grand and as blissful as a heaven.
The absolute worst for me would be
if I died and eventually became obsolete
in the afterlife and had to return to
this troubled world again and again.

Bob Boyd

Some dreams are good, some are bad.
Last night I had a dream that was good.
Met a kindred soul, a guy I felt I’d known.
We had an outstanding rapport.
It felt great to connect with a dream friend,
and to have such great camaraderie.
I woke up and the dream friend was
gone, just another good dream.
But I wonder if sometimes people we
meet in dreams are real.

Bob Boyd

Imaginary Real Tulpa Soulmate

Some people have real imaginary friends.
Tulpas are what they call him.
They believe they are real beings,
as real as you and I are.
I’m not a believer in them.
I think they are really imaginary.
Of course, I could be wrong.
Now I’m thinking how cool it would be
if tulpas were really real and
I could create a tulpa soulmate
that would be a perfect match for me
and lovingly be with me even in the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

Like sheep they followed him and his hate.
Adopted his antisemitic hatred for Jews.
Became okay with exterminating them.
Became okay with being monsters.
Slaughtered six million Jews in death camps.
Paid dearly for their unbridled infamy.
Lost their power and their country.
Now antisemites are increasing once again.

Bob Boyd

She’s growing older and older alone
lonely and well into her eighties.
Days are passing by faster and faster.
She knows death is closing in faster too
with each quickly passing lonely day.
Sometimes she wishes she could find
a companion, a good man to love, but
she realizes with death closing in and
days passing by faster she’d only have
a short lived love that could end abruptly
in any of the rapidly passing days. So
she puts her romantic feelings aside, and
accepts her faster and faster days and
the inevitable death that is closing in.

Bob Boyd

God may very well be impersonal.
Many prayers do not get answered.
Prayers you would think a personal God
would respond to, like a child or a woman
forced into prostitution whose prayers
seem to be never heard, who suffers
despite her pleading prayers to God.
But even if prayers go unanswered, it
feels more comforting to feel that God
is personal and always there to talk to.
I lean to believing God is impersonal,
but I still pray and talk to God is if God
is personal because it feels so empty
praying or trying to relate to an impersonal
God. But I cannot figure out why a personal
God does not answer more prayers and
help more desperate and suffering people.
Maybe when I die I’ll find out.

Bob Boyd