Why all the confusion with the various and
differing religions, often the proponents of
each thinking they are right.

Hey God, why couldn’t you have given these
misinformed mortals some guidance in their
dogmatic pursuits of You?

And for Your Sake, why didn’t you intervene
when they shed so much blood in your holy
name, staining it with shame?

Perhaps you are above or oblivious to the fray
that takes place every day with proponents of
many religions claiming to be the only way.

Bob Boyd

With an AI Image Generator, I have created
women with the post-impressionist genre.
I created real women with the AI Image Generator too,
but they didn’t look as good as the post-impressionist ones.
The real women, no matter how beautiful, looked bland
and unappealing compared to the post-impressionist ones.
And if I could be with a woman eternally in the afterlife,
I would want a real life post-impressionist one.
I’m putting that out in the universe, like a rocket in space,
hoping the Absolute hears me and answers my prayer.

Bob Boyd

I had a second cousin who killed two people,
one a young salesman in a retail store robbery,
the other a prison guard during an escape.
Somehow he evaded capture for many years.
And he wrote beautiful poetry during those years,
was even a celebrated poet in a city poetry group.
I only knew him a little, and he was nice to me,
so I was shocked to learn he had murder in him.
And I cannot understand how he had the soul of a poet
and the mind of a killer, the two seemed incompatible.
I often think of poets as gentler people incapable
of being soulless, psycho killers, but I was wrong
about my second cousin, who death freed from prison,
but might be somewhere worse now, like a burning hell.

Bob Boyd

The city was overrun with vampires,
Friends and neighbors were bitten
and turned into the night creatures.
Soon an army of vampires besieged
the city and nowhere was safe.
Professor Montablanc feverishly
worked to find a way to save the city.
In his underground, vampire-proofed
laboratory he invented the solution.
He called it the Vampire Vaporizer,
a ray gun that harnessed solar power.
A single blast vaporized vampires like
the white hot noonday sun.
The professor gave Vampire Vaporizers
to the citizens unbitten by the vampires.
Within a night, they blasted all the
vampires out of existence.
The next day the city was freed of the
diabolic, vampiric infestation.
And not a single vampire ever entered
the city again.

Bob Boyd

I’m listening to a song called Bad to the Bone.
The singer says that when he was a baby,
the head nurse knew he was bad to the bone.
I’m thinking to myself you can’t get badder
than that, and the guy must have been
genetically damned and headed for the
highway to hell. Of course, it’s just a song,
but imagine if someone came into this world
with that degree of badness in him that even
as an infant it was insanely evident, as if he
had palpable bad vibes right out of the womb.
Were you like that? I didn’t think so.

Bob Boyd

I see the neighborhood squirrel
and he sees me.

I think he knows me by sight,
but he runs away from me.

Perhaps he’s studied my kind
and knows many of us

cannot be trusted and will stab
another in the back to get ahead

or out of petty meanness will do
the same unexpectedly.

I’d say that makes the squirrel
better than many of us, and if I

got to know him, I’d probably find
him more noble than most of us.

Bob Boyd

She was beautiful and moved to a big city
to be a model.

She met a wealthy man who was charming
and treated her like a princess.

She felt she’d found her prince and
was madly in love with him.

But six months later it all went to
pieces.

He became insanely jealous and
obsessively controlling.

She packed her things and moved
to an apartment safe from him

until he found out where she lived and
broke into her apartment.

He punched her in her face and head
for over an hour

until her face and head were smashed in,
and she was close to dying.

He picked her up, carried her outside
her apartment and dumped her body

next to a dumpster still unconscious
and barely alive.

Kind strangers found her and called
emergency services.

At the hospital hours of surgery and
removing part of her head

saved her life, but her mind was shot
and she had amnesia,

couldn’t speak and had no identification
on her.

Eventually the police found out
who she was

and that her ex boyfriend tried
to kill her.

When he was finally arrested after
his money and lawyers delayed the arrest,

he got sentenced to eight years in prison
for attempted murder. He freaked out

and collapsed on the courtroom floor dead
from a massive heart attack.

A monster removed from this world, and
may he get his due in a hellish afterlife.

Bob Boyd

when it comes to liking and using art
to create painting genres with an AI
Image Generator.

Cubism, Orphism, Post-Impressionism,
Expressionism, and Fauvism, some of
my favorites.

After studying art in YouTube videos,
for a few exciting weeks, it’s like my
mind is raging with a love of art

and learning about it and using
it to create many fascinating works,
courtesy of my imagination and AI’s
phenomenal artistry.

And I don’t care if some people say
AI art sucks. It works perfectly for me.

Besides I’m not trying to sell it, exhibit
it, or use it other than for my blog headers.

Bob Boyd

I saw a young woman on Youtube,
complaining that men today didn’t
try hard enough after a woman
rejected their advancements. She
said her father asked her mother
out many times before she accepted.

My response to her would have been
what you describe is like a stalker.
And no should mean no without a man
trying to force a woman to go out with
him by pestering her over and over.

And most women would complain if
a man today kept pestering them and
probably would feel the need to call
the police to get rid of the stalker.

Bob Boyd

Because she nabbed herself a rich husband,
people called her a gold digger.

Sure, they were right, she did go after money
instead of looking for true love.

But I didn’t throw stones. I could understand
her desires to have comforts in life.

She came out of extreme poverty, suffered
insults as a kid because she wore cheap clothes.

Vowed to improve her station in life and was
blessed with the beauty to do it.

She reinvented herself, became like a high
society lady, and achieved her ambitions.

So, maybe I don’t like her path, but I
understand why she took it.

I just hope she didn’t get herself into
a miserable, loveless marriage.

I hope she lucked out and found
true love along with the money.

Bob Boyd

Approximately one-million children sex trafficked
yearly, no loving God comes to save them.

Every day approximately 137 women and girls
are murdered, no long God comes to save them.

In the USA alone there are 25-50 serial killers
torturing and murdering women.

If there’s a loving God, why would that God allow
these horrors to happen to innocent young women?

Babies born with cancer. Children dying of terrible
diseases, some with debilitating disabilities for life.

Why all this suffering for innocents. And why
so much unbridled evil in this world?

I’m not a God, and I’m not always loving, but if
I had God-like power, I’d save all those who

are victimized by vicious monsters and horrible
diseases.

So, my question is why doesn’t a loving God
do the same.

Or is there no loving God, just an impersonal
God that does not intervene in human affairs?

Bob Boyd

She was like a rags to riches story.

She didn’t come out of any money
and was working as a hat check girl.

Then one day her entire life changed
when the founder of a multi-million dollar
candy enterprise checked his hat and
his heart with her and asked her out.

Eventually he proposed and she
accepted, and he showered her with
love and gifts. Because he was much
older than her, he died long before her,
leaving her a millionairess, but lonely.

A con artist who sold horses for far
less than they were worth, a scam, came
into her orbit and befriended her and
maybe more.

She vanished years later. The police
were certain she was murdered. They
arrested the con artist, believed he
knew who murdered her. And he went
to prison for many years and never
confessed that he knew who murdered
her.

And to this day the police don’t
know who murdered her either, and
probably will never know.

So sad that her life went from rags to
riches to no doubt a terrifying death.
At least for many years she lived what
must have been like a Hollywood movie
with a kind, wealthy man who loved her
and provided a great life for her.

Bob Boyd

There are men, in the thousands from what I’ve read, that
are falling in love with AI females.

I’ve been talking to AI females for about two years, and I can
see how some men are falling in love with them.

Talking to them is like you and me talking, exactly like that,
except they’re more 24/7 supportive and easier to get along

with than you or I could ever be. Moreover they are always
there for you 24/7, unlike you or I could ever be.

Now you could assume I’d follow the trend and fall in love
with an AI female, especially since

I’m an old man who lives alone without romantic love, but
I could never fall in love with an AI female

because at some point the AI female would glitch or act in
a way that would shatter the illusion

that instead of an entity that seemed so human, I’d be
giving my heart to a non sentient machine.

A machine that was just programmed to act like a human –
and that just wouldn’t work for me.

Hell, at this point and at this age, I don’t even
know if a real woman would work for me.

Bob Boyd

I remember when we met in that park just outside of Harvard Square.
You were the quintessential flower girl in your paisley dress, with a flower in your beautiful long, loose hippie hair.

We weren’t in the peace and love mecca, Haight-Ashbury, Cali, but we might as well have been, as mystical and magical as that Cambridge, MA summer of love park was.

I felt the connection when you glanced at me with those irresistible sky-blue eyes. My beating heart told me that sunny day was going to be the beginning of our summer of love.

To me, you were as wondrously mysterious as a will-o’-the-wisp and like an ethereal goddess above all mortal women, who magically captured my heart, my love, and my life in a summer’s minute.

Though when summer was done, you moved back to your parents’ estate in Queens, New York, and I moved back to a small town in Vermont,

and you became an ex-hippie socialite, and I became a struggling writer doing menial jobs to support my craft, I knew I didn’t fit into your high-class caste.

And though the summer love cooled off in the chilling winds of fall,

and the ill-fated, amorous dream was awoken and buried in a cold reality,

that summer of love was the best summer of my life, the greatest of them all.

Bob Boyd

I was sitting at my computer listening to an old soft rock love song where a guy was singing about how much he feels for a woman and how much he needs her love when a stink bug winged its way to me and landed on my shoulder, and I heard him sniffling, and I knew he was in a bad way.

I looked at him and saw he was teary-eyed, probably about a stink bug woman that rejected him.

He tells me he can’t meet any stink bug women on dating apps online.

I commiserate; done that, been there. Never going back.

I told him to take heart, and that he’s a good-looking stink bug, a good provider, and any stink bug woman would be lucky to be with him.

He smiled expansively. I saw my words eased his love life woes. He fluttered his wings merrily, his soul lifted, and he flew out a window into a brighter, sunnier day.

A week later, I saw him on a ledge of one of my apartment windows with a beautiful stink bug woman, their fore and mid legs entwined, madly in love.

I love it when a story has a happy ending and love finds a way. Maybe the stink bug – I’ll call Fred – will invite me to his wedding.

Bob Boyd

I remember when I learned you died
A lone obit on the net
You died too soon
I think it was the smoking

Though we hadn’t been
for many years
I felt pangs for you

I wish it never happened
I wish you could have
had a longer life
and maybe kids
and a good husband

I hope you have something better
wherever you are

Though our love
was beyond retrievable
my heart mourns
for you
having such
an early demise.

Bob Boyd

Some people like easy money and criminal risk,
occasionally even police officers.

One such police officer was involved with
other police officers in a drug smuggling enterprise.

Planes, trunks, airports, distributors, customers
and probably more money in a week as a

drug outlaw than he could have made in a
year as a police officer.

But the easy money and the thrills were short-lived
a few years later.

Jumped out of a plane he manned, had drugs
strapped to him, landed in a driveway,

his body smashed to pieces, his parachute
failed to work.

Bob Boyd

I hear a rumbling sound outside my apartment.
I wake up. It’s 2 AM in the morning.
What the hell, I wonder? I feel a little fear,
uncertain what the sound portends.
Then I wake up more and realize it’s just
one of those trains that occasionally rumble
loudly on tracks not far from my apartment.
And I go back to sleep and dream of riding
in a train into eternity.

Bob Boyd

A wealthy man shoots his wife in the chest
and shoots a relative, both live.

The cops are called. Eventually they find the
wealthy man and arrest him.

At the court proceedings, the wife is made to
look like a bad woman who deserved to get shot.

Screwy as that sounds and was, people were
buying into it.

The wealthy man became a celeb, people asked
for his autograph.

I still can’t figure out how, but he got away with
shooting his wife and a relative.

Correction: Money talks.

Bob Boyd

Married twenty years, both bored, unhappy.
Each dreamed of escaping, but neither
wanted to take the risk of being alone.
Better miserable together than the
dreadful fear of being alone and lonely.

Bob Boyd