He always fell in love too fast. In retrospect,
he now believes it was an inadequacy.

He believes he felt unloved and not valued
as a child by one of his parents,

and this made him more desparate for the
love of a woman and too quick to fall in love.

Looking back with the wisdom he has now,
he realizes if he had his life to redo

he probably would fall in love too quickly
all over again.

Bob Boyd

I’m in the combat zone of Boston, MA,
back when I’m about 25 and reckless.

I spy a girl I went to high school with
in the combat zone all by herself.

The combat zone known for strip clubs
and hookers plying their trade there.

She doesn’t want any conversations.
I sense some shame in her demeanor,

and I sense, to my surprise, she’s
a working girl there. I wonder how she

went from a quiet high school girl to
a prostitute in the combat zone.

It’s one of my life’s mysteries I’ll never
find out the answers too.

And I really don’t want to know the
awful details of how she got into that life.

Bob Boyd

Her death caused him unmitigated sorrow;
she had been his wife forever, or so it seemed.
Without her he was lost. And he felt like he
could no longer live without her and her love.
He put a pistol to his head, but didn’t have the
courage to fire it, and put it away. So he lived
out his life in angonizing misery and died alone.
Maybe he found her in the afterlife. But many
say his ghost roams his house looking for her,
as if he never found his wife forever in death.

Bob Boyd

In four years he’ll be 85,
his hopeful expiration date.
He knows living too long
is a losing proposition.
He sees dying as an awakening,
and he longs to experience it.

Bob Boyd

She’s gone forever
never coming back
all that’s left of her
bones in the ground
under a headstone
but I believe she’s
a liberated spirit
in a better world
reborn forever in
unconditional love
and eternal bliss

Bob Boyd

Streams of annoying commercials
with radio program interruptions.
God how I hate FM radio now.
It’s become such a hassel just
to listen to a program
without being bombarded by
endless, tiresome commercials,
which is why I no longer listen
to FM radio any more.

Bob Boyd

It took only 2 years for it to awaken,
straight to the crown of my head.
Yet with over 50 years of rising
it has not completed,
blossomed into cosmic consciousness.

I learned recently the reason;
it can take years or decades.
The nervous system and the mind must
be purified enough to sustain the Oneness.

This makes sense to me, as it could
be overwhelming if it completed prematurely.
One’s nervous system and mind in crisis,
a trip to the ER or a mental health facility.

Bob Boyd

Many young English women
wearing colorful dresses
perfectly made up
sweetly perfumed
some showing too much
of their goods
some with too much of
their goods hanging out
laughing and carousling
a party night in LIverpool
a few drunk on their feet
some dancing in the street
enjoying the excesses of
their soon gone youths
oblivious to any sorrows
and inevitable heartaches
living for the moment
enjoying life while they can
as if the party night will
last forever and ever

Bob Boyd

Old London Town now a city
chaotic and dying
Big Ben looking down
with a frown on his clock face
tears at 3 and 9 am
yet another week of stabbings
an 18-year-old English lad
lies dying on the ground
bleeding out from 5 wounds
stabbed randomly by a
crazy sikh carrying a knife

police are roughly cuffing
the innocent English lad
ignoring his dying pleas
he asks for an ambulance
and he’s telling them
he’s been stabbed
one cop says I don’t believe
you mate

they think he started a fight
because he is white
and the sikh guy who
has a darker skin hue
is innocent because of
his darker skin hue
(that’s how it is in not
so merry London now)

they take the sikh’s word
and the handcuffed young
brit bleeds out on the ground
and dies in front of the cops
the sikh gets a prison sentence
the British cops have yet
to be punished and they
might never be

and Big Ben’s chimes sound
like anguished cries for the
London he knows has fallen
and will never be the same
as it was in its saner days
when good British citizens
and concerned patriots
were not treated like pariahs

Bob Boyd

You always looked so beautiful
when I saw you at various events.
In retrospect, I think you were into me.
Though we didn’t know each other,
except for a few words from you.
I didn’t see the significance of those
brief words back then.
Besides, you were married, and I
was respectful of that.
But, oh how I wonder how things might
have been if you had been free
and really were into me.
And I still remember how beautiful you
looked when I saw you at those events.

Bob Boyd