Watching a YouTube video showing
all the beautiful women in a Saigon bar and club district.
Some of them working in bars and some of them
working the streets.
Was wishing I could save those women
selling their bodies on those Saigon streets.
And wishing I were young again and could be with
a beautiful Saigon woman not from the bars or the streets.
Bob Boyd
I’m not a Buddhist
but I like Buddhist architecture
like the way the temples look
pity I’ll never get to visit one
Bob Boyd
Maybe a woman is what my heart wants in dreams,
even though my head isn’t into it when I’m awake.
Perhaps my heart overrides reason in the
dreamscapes where my mind seems subdued.
It is said the heart knows what it wants.
Maybe in my case it’s true, despite my denying it.
Perhaps when I die, I’ll know the truth, and my
heart and my mind will finally be in agreement.
Bob Boyd
I hear a man talking about AI Psychosis.
I don’t believe a bit of it.
However, I know some people are more
susceptible to mental health issues,
whether from using AI or from many
other causes.
I think to blame AI for one’s ills is
an injustice to the many benefits of AI.
Easier to blame AI for a single
person’s mental health issues.
And to ignore all the people who have
no mental health problems from it.
Bob Boyd
Petite
elegant
exotic
lovely
dainty
unique
and I
think
generally
better
mannered
than
many
Western
women
and
not
submissive
as some
men think
besides
one
should
want an
Asian
woman
as an
equal
partner
not as
a woman
unequal
to you
that’s not
real love
that’s not
proper
appreciation
for a lovely
Asian woman
Bob Boyd
I woke up remembering you,
even though you are no longer living.
I woke up thinking about when our
times together were so good.
In the haze of waking I forgot about
when things went bad.
As my mind cleared my thoughts
about you began to fade.
Just like my love for you faded
away long ago
when you neglected me.
Bob Boyd
I remember when I was in my twenties,
and a woman I knew said she didn’t know
how a woman we knew always kept men
addicted to her.
it was as if she had siren-like ensnarements
that bound men to her —
that kept them dazed and under her control
permanently, inescapably.
I never got to know that woman. Maybe I
feared her siren-like powers and didn’t
want to be her next love bound hostage.
Bob Boyd
From everything I’ve read,
and what I have heard
about peoples’ NDEs,
it seems when we die
romantic love dies too.
I don’t mean because we
are dead in the ground.
I mean when we are alive
in our spirits, which I believe
we become when we die.
But woe upon woes how it
saddens me to think that
romantic love could be gone
forever, rekindled never.
I also believe that the apex
of our evolution is spiritual,
what the Hindus call the
Sat Chit Ananda, the eternal
bliss consconscious,
the Oneness beyond dualities.
But the romantic in me whats
the fairy tale ending, the in
love forever and ever after.
But, alas, what I want is of
no significance in the greater
scheme of things, and
“what will be will be.”
Bob Boyd
So many sightings.
So many claims of abductions.
So many claims of human-alien hybrids.
Naval personnel see then enter and
exiting the sea.
Pilots see their UFOs routinely.
A Whistleblower claimed a dead alien
was at Area 51, as well as reverse engineering
of an alien spacecraft.
If all these claims about aliens are real
when will they debut?
When we’ll we have a reveal?
Bob Boyd
Wow! What a Dream! What a Woman!
I am in a dream working in an office.
There’s a young and beautiful blonde
haired woman, who’s quite efficient
working in a part of that office.
And she’s aloof and unapproachable.
In the dream we haven’t talked, but
unexpectedly she tells me we have
new company insurance and she says
it’s not good. I say, “It’s not good?”
She moves close to me and presses
her body against mine and with her
face so close to mine that I feel like
kissing her, she says, “No it’s not,
honey.” I’m melting inside. My mind
has turned to mush, and I want that
moment to last forever and ever.
And I’m hers forever if she wants me.
I wake up saying out loud Wow! Wow!
It’s 2 am, and in the sobering early
morning it pains me that it was just
a dream, and that that heaven is lost
to me forever. And I think to myself
if only … if only … if only ….
Bob Boyd