Just like we have fake news today
conning people into believing many lies
poisoning their minds with blatant untruths
I see a parallel between the word of mouth
and written news about witches yesteryear
when many innocent women were hunted
tortured and burned at the stake
that bogus belief repeated over and over
like a powerful mantra seeped into the
collective consciousness of superstitious
people making them believe in witches
it indoctrinated people like with dark arts
into torturing and murdering innocent woman
into enjoying and cheering when they
saw innocent women being burned to death
woe to all those complicit in that fake news
woe to those who murdered innocent women
true believers of the dark arts, fake news lies
and I wonder what happened to them
when they and that heinous fake news died.

Bob Boyd

On a radio program, heard a UFO researcher
say maybe aliens come from the astral plane

he claimed some people had even seen
deceased loved ones near UFOs

never heard that theory before
always thought any real or imaginary

denizens of an astral plane
could not traverse that plane into our world

the exception I could imagine is
astral beings appearing in human dreams

or disembodied spirits, ghosts and the
spirits of those who passed on

but not aliens allegedly appearing
concretely and abducting people

from out of the astral plane
instead of another planet or dimension

I find the concept of astral plane aliens
hard to believe

interdimensional I can accept
aliens appearing and disappearing into dimensions

but, perhaps, astral planes and other dimensions
are the same

which would give the UFO researchers belief
some credence

yet I just cannot believe aliens come from the astral plane
but what do I know? I’m no alien researcher.

Bob Boyd

An evil SOB, he sacrificed dogs to a demon
to attempt to get supernatural powers from it

after he sacrificed the 13th dog, a toy poodle,
he gained a single supernatural power –

the power to feel the spirits of the dogs he slaughtered
biting him mercilessly

the accumulation of those 13 dogs biting him
(painful as real bites), every day and night

shocked his mind and body to the point
he died from the trauma of the unrelenting pain

now he resides in a hell with the demon
he sacrificed those innocent dogs to

that torments and tortures him
relentlessly … unbearably … unendingly.

Bob Boyd

Walking along a solitary path
in a quiet woods

to walk off the depression
from the loss of a love

I spied a fairy-like woman
walking toward me

intending not to scare her
I didn’t walk close to her

I didn’t looked away from her
nor breathed a word

but she said, “Hey, you!”
and when I looked at her

her eyes met mine
imbued me with bliss

then she turned into a swan
and flew into

a sky that turned iridescent
for a minute

as the fairy turned swan
disappeared in it

my mind was totally blown
my depression completely gone.

Bob Boyd

Alas, where have those missed opportunities
with the right women taken wing to?

Why could I not have been wiser and
have intuited the right ones in my youth
and even in older ages?

Maybe that pretty one who kept looking at
me in that store next to our high school
when I was too dumb, too inexperienced,
to see she was into me.

Maybe she could have been the right one,
the lifetime love, I’d still be with today.

Perhaps that beautiful one who
was into me that I didn’t know about
till a friend of hers told me she was years later,
too late, when she was married to another.

Lord, how I wish like with a butterfly net
I could have netted one of those
missed opportunities and been with her
for all my life.

But, woe upon woes, I never did.
I only netted, or got netted by …
the wrong ones.

Bob Boyd

They burned her to death
on the Salem green
but, lo, the gods avenged her
those who lit the fire lit their fates
one went insane, the other died
his house in flames.

Bob Boyd

One possibly could think
the psychedelic images here sometimes
blog banners at that top of this page
that I conjure them while on drugs
like LSD or peyote Mescaline
such is not the case, far from it
I create them with my imagination
tweaks and an AI Image Generator
a partnership that often creates
images mind-blowing to me.

Bob Boyd

When she was young and heart-achingly beautiful
men everywhere looked at her with desire
desiring to be with what was the most beautiful woman
they had ever seen in their lives
most knew they’d never have a chance with her
they were sorely unworthy of her incomparable beauty
blessed was she with all the advantages of her looks
she’d even been discovered by a movie agent
while just strolling by herself down a boulevard
she had a decent showing in the movies
even starred in a few well received productions
but when she got a bit older in her mid forties
a director told her she was finished because
she was too old and nobody wanted to sleep
with her anymore and shocked she told him off
and left the superficialities of the Hollywood world
now no men ever look at her or desire her
they no longer want to be with aged out her
she often cries bemoaning the loss of her beauty
for her sadly it’s almost as if she had died
sad how nature is so cruel to beautiful woman
sad what it gives, it heartlessly takes away.

Bob Boyd

Pampered cats of the wealthy
have far better lives than most of us
no worries, no struggles to survive
no need to sometimes work
at jobs you dislike just to get by
often never having enough money
sometimes wishing for things
you will never be able to have
unlike those cats for whom money
and wishes will never be a problem
but we have an advantage over
most of all of those pampered cats
at least we have a chance at
finding true, romantic love
and I don’t know about you,
but I’d rather have that than
all those advantages of the
pampered cats of the wealthy.

Bob Boyd

I’m inserted into this lousy dream
I’m with a woman I don’t know
maybe one meaningful to me
all of a sudden I’m fighting
fighting with some rude guy who
offended the woman I don’t know
we’re fighting, fighting, fighting
no matter how hard I fight
this rude guy keeps coming back
back, back, back and back
I wake up annoyed, ticked off
that I had such a lousy dream.

Bob Boyd