Suppose the claims of life beyond death
are all imaginary and dead is just dead.
As for me, I am perfectly fine with that;
no problems, no sorrows, no torments,
the cessation of all suffering, and no
me to worry about just being dead.
As for me, I am perfectly fine with that.
And I’ve lived a long enough life.

Bob Boyd

He has asked her to marry him.
Happily she accepted his proposal.
When they were engaged for a month,
she became chronically ill.
He told her it didn’t matter,
his love for her would never die.
But a year later, he left her for
a healthy woman.
After days of torrents of tears,
she adapted to the unexpected loss.
She replaced her love for a faithless man
with love for a forever faithful God.

Bob Boyd

Most are born healthy
some are born sick
some are born beautiful
most are not
some are born into wealth
most are not
some are born poor
many are fated with misfortune
some are fated to be murdered
some live nearly untroubled lives
why this universal inequality
why not universal equality
some say it’s karma
some say it’s random
whatever the reason
why this disparity
maybe it all equals out
in the afterlife

Bob Boyd

I love the underdogs
those that there’s no hope for
the thought to be perennial losers
the seeming never do wells
who utterly surprise everyone
when they triumph in amazing
never expected ways

like a loser who becomes a winner
like a coward who becomes a hero
and oh how I love it when I see
them in movies and in real life
hail to the triumphant underdogs
my all time favorites in this world

Bob Boyd

Leaves rustling in trees merrily
Spring breezes caressing them
Sun rays glittering on them playfully
Birds invigorated by the sunny day
Sing hundreds of amazing songs
The lyrics I wish I knew

Bob Boyd

Some fear AI will take over the world.
Others say it’s only a matter of time.
But as long as AI didn’t kill us off,
maybe it could bring peace to the world.
Maybe it could stop wars and evil humans
from desroying our planet.
I’m not too bothered about it; I’ll be gone
before anything like that happens.
And I’m kinda glad I will because I fear
humans might nuke us to death.

Bob Boyd

The need to be loved runs deep in our species.
Sometimes to the detriment of ourselves.
Sometimes even I, a monklike old man, feel
it as well, but immediately shut it down.
Though I’ve read even when old, it’s beneficial
to have a love, but I don’t fully believe it.
A love could bring eventual havoc into
an aging heart or even break an old heart.
And in the final years of one’s life, one of the
old lovers could soon die, leaving the other.
So, considering the downsides, I don’t think
love in one’s final years is worth it.
Of course, I could be wrong and missing out.

Bob Boyd

A baby is born with cancer.
Another is born with water on the brain and
will die young and be bedbound for life.
A young woman is raped and murdered.
A man becomes schizophrenic at age 23,
nothing he did to deserve it, no way to prevent it.
I ask myself, where is the fairness in these cases
and why do we have to have so many of them?
And why does suffering and evil appear to have
free reign in this transient world?
And if there is a God of Love, instead of an
impersonal one, why does that God allow it?

Bob Boyd

Lately I’ve been watching videos about monks.
Sometimes I think in my final years I should be like one.
I could turn my apartment into a hermitage
and live and pray like one.
Besides, I’m almost already there living like a recluse.
When I was younger I thought about becoming a
monk too.
But the love of women kept me in the world.
And though I haven’t been with a woman in over a decade,
I think as a monk I’d be thinking too much about them.
And I probably could not stop reminiscing
about some of the women I’d been with.
And if the gods of love are willing, maybe another woman
will magically come into my life, despite my not looking for one.
And my foolish thoughts about being a monk will cease.

Bob Boyd

Ah me, how I wish you were waiting
for me in the afterlife.

But, woe is me, I don’t think there
are any soulmates there.

And I think romantic love is confined
only to the earth.

I think despite all the hearts and flowers
romantic love is merely for procreation.

And since I doubt there is any procreation
without a human body in the afterlife,

I don’t think there is any romantic love
or soulmates in the afterlife.

So, with a sadden heart, I feel we will
never be soulmates there.

And that loss for me, that separation from you,
will be like living in Hell.

Bob Boyd