I was sound asleep until in a dream
I saw a spider hanging from a spider
thread in front of my face.
It looked so real that I thought it
wasn’t a dream and woke up
ready to bat it away from my face.
And I wondered why me, why did
that goddamn spider have to hassle
me in that dream?
I looked up meanings of spiders in
dreams, but didn’t find any that
applied to me.
Maybe the meaning was it was
just a goddamn spider that
visited me in a lousy dream.
Bob Boyd
When he met her at a high school dance,
he fell in love with her immediately.
She had an ethereal beauty unlike any
other beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
After a dance, they went outside, and
she said see the full moon?
That is my home, and one day I’ll
be going back there.
He thought she was kidding and
didn’t pay attention to her joke.
But the next full moon when they
were walking alone in a park,
She said look my home, the full
moon, and she vanished.
And he swore for a moment he saw
her face replace the man in the moon.
He never saw her again after that,
and nobody in his city,
not even the police, knew anything about
who she was or where she came from.
Bob Boyd
Drew’s friends told him Bree was
out of his league.
He came from a poor family;
she came from a rich family.
They met in their senior year
in high school and fell in love.
Bree told Drew she didn’t care
that he came from a poor family.
She also said don’t listen to your
friends; you’re in my league.
Three months later Drew and Bree
knew they were soulmates,
and they vowed to get married
after they graduated.
But Bree’s father objected
to their getting married.
He wasn’t going to let his daughter
marry a loser from a poor family.
A few weeks after he learned
about their marriage plans,
mysteriously Drew went missing
and was never found.
Bob Boyd
Lily always like to camp alone;
it was an independence thing
to show she could do it.
She learned all about camping
from YouTube videos
and got quite good at it.
After she’d been camping for
there years, she decided to
try stealth camping.
She chose her stealth camp
location in a cemetery
on a full moon night.
She carried her gear through
the open gates and camped
in the middle of the cemetery.
Her plan was to leave right
before the light of dawn
exposed her tent.
But when the sun came up
her tent still stood without
her inside it.
Her purse and a change of
clothes where found folded
neatly inside her tent.
The police did many searches
for Lily, but they never
found her.
They even used search and
rescue dogs to try to
track her.
The dogs couldn’t get a
scent, and there were no
clues as to where she went.
It was as if Lily had
disappeared out of this world
on that full moon night.
That was ten years ago
and Lily’s whereabouts still
remains an unsolved mystery.
Bob Boyd
Tears today
tomorrow
washed
away
time
the healer
perhaps
time is
an
ultimate
healer
it’s
greatest
healing
when
you are
dead
and your
tears are
washed
away
forever.
Bob Boyd
You live your life happy and free of
horrible things happening to you.
You feel like those horrible things
only happen to others.
You take risks certain that you don’t
have to worry
about those horrible things that only
happen to others.
You’re taking a walk one day without
your car far from your home.
Thunder and rain explode in the sky,
and you’re getting soaked.
A nice, harmless looking man offers
you a ride.
Your instincts tell you he’s safe,
and you get in his car.
He makes pleasant conversation
and lets you out at your home.
And you have no idea how lucky
you were
because he is a serial killer, and you
were not his type.
Bob Boyd
Imagine if you could tame wild animals;
for example a king of the jungle lion.
Imagine the glorious feeling you’d have
as the lion approached you like a friend
without any roars, without any intents
to rip you apart.
I’ve seen people who appear to have
attained that with lions,
but were that me, I’d aways worry that
the wildness in the lion could
come out one day, and I’d be unmercifully
ripped apart.
Bob Boyd
I don’t know who she was,
but she looked like a composite
of dark haired women I’ve been
with in my life.
I only knew her for a minute,
but oh what a minute it was.
In that beautiful minute,
she kissed me four times.
And her kisses were the
sweetest kisses I ever had,
and I knew she loved me
as much as I loved her.
All in a mere minute in
a wonderful dream.
If only it could have
been more than a dream,
If only those kisses
could have lasted longer
than a minute.
Bob Boyd
If the planets stopped spinning,
And the sun and the moon exploded in the sky,
And with another big bang the universe died,
I’d still be loving you.
Bob Boyd
(Where my Rosemary Goes) 1970. Over 18 million hits on YouTube. Lucky fellas.
Magical, mystical song still popular with those that hear it.
And wow that Rosemary, maybe ethereal, surely surreal, never forget her.
One in a million, mysterious goddess among women.
Every young man’s dream, greatest fantasy female ever, song is so clever, makes you believe Rosemary’s really a goddess, maybe she was. Maybe she still is.
O Rosemary, beautiful, mind blowing, ultimate, should have been the love of my life woman.
O Rosemary, why did I never meet an amazing, magical, enchanting woman like you?
And like the song says,”I would have loved you endlessly.”
But woe upon woes, you never existed except in that beautiful make believe tribute song, which I will always love, never tire of, no matter how many times I hear it.
Listening to it now. Love grows….
Bob Boyd
Through fires, smoke, and the stench of bombs, the moon was war-torn and blue.
Alone, dazed, shell-shocked, grieving, my heart was too.
My life destroyed, my mind numbed, my hopes shattered.
They bombed the hell out of my beautiful city and killed my Anastasia,
who bled to death in my arms in seconds, while I was helpless to help her.
My sweet angel, my love who had accepted my proposal of marriage
before the bombs fell and turned our city and our love into rubble.
My world a nightmare without her, a godforsaken, war-torn hell.
Crazed with rage, I marched into battle to avenge my sweet angel Anastasia.
With nothing left and my life over, like an insane Viking berserker, I’d lost my fears and become like a crazed beast.
The enemy troops fear dying, but I don’t; a noble death will reunite me with Anastasia.
Dying is all I have left. I’m empty inside, marching through
this dystopian nightmare of corpses and dead dreams.
The cadence of a thousand determined boots marching summons
me to war under a blue moon that’s as broken as I am.
Bombs explode around me, soldiers and civilians screaming and dying.
I fight the battle raging and fearless, indifferent to the horrors,
like a bulletproof immortal protected by the gods of war.
The battle ends; we win; still alive, I collapse on the battleground,
the stench of gunpowder permeating the smoky air,
blood running in rivulets in the streets.
And I cry countless tears for my sweet angel, my love, my wife… Anastasia.
Bob Boyd
No significant
other
no family
they die
completely
alone
usually
it happens
when people
are elderly
some are
abandoned
by their
families
some had
husbands
or wives
who died
before them
some just
wanted
to die
alone.
Bob Boyd
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