"mulder" poems
I vaguely remember meeting you
I do remember calling to Mulder that They had finally arrived
and then a large hand reaching across my face and everything going black.
I remember that as if it happened yesterday
And then I recall this little purplish pink swaddled you being held eye level as I lay on my back
Your daddy said, Meet Ezra
And you were beautiful but then everything again, went black.
I am thankful for the photos tho. Reminding me of how you peed all over my insides when they
lifted you from my belly
And the moment captured in film of our first embrace.
I still wear the boots I got the winter you were inside my gut
15 years ago
and you are still so very beautiful
And Handsome, I might add.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
Cold as Hell,
as paradoxical as that seems,
I know I might seem humble it’s true,
even though on the down low I’ve got high self esteem,
watching Indiana Jones on the big screen,
got little time for nonsense,
even though we seem to make a big scene,
it seems,
that nothing is as it seems,
feeling like Indian Jones,
is it a *** of gold or a hill of beans,
more Jack than Jill,
more Mulder than Gillian,
and things are getting word like the X-Files,
some of the Lizard People are Chameleons,
or better yet Camillions,
money is their sun they bask in it,
on a rock in an ocean call it a continent,
not content at all with the poetic tragicness,
feeling repelled as 2 negatives,
yet as attracted as a magnet is,
anyways what’s my point,
I don’t know I suppose it depends on what your perspective is,
I just call it like I see it,
no filter unedited,
no hashtags just a hash bag,
actually I don’t even smoke that sh!t,
not even a little bit,
that’s not my favorite intoxicant,
anyways I should probably get off my soapbox,
because I seems I am on a rant,
so that’s it I’m done,
heading back to my house in the clouds,
where I can write in silence,
and let me words be as loud as Hell,
cold as Hell,
as paradoxical as that seems,
I know I might seem humble it’s true,
even though on the down low I’ve got high self esteem,
watching Indian Jones on the big screen,
got little time for nonsense,
even though we seem to make a big scene,
it seems,
that nothing is as it seems,
feeling like Indian Jones,
is it a *** of gold or a hill of beans…
∆ LaLux ∆
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 7:59 PM UTC
I am from plaid couches and plastic covers
that squeak and rip.
I am from ***** pool tiles and loud pool cleaners
humming, humming.
I am from the back street littered with fallen leaves
and cracked tar.
I’m from “the Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.”
I’m from “and also with you,” rattling around large stained glass,
like coins in a jar.
(loud rattling, coughing,
crying children, flipping pages)
I’m from long car rides with music blasting,
windows rolled down.
I’m from Tool, Wings, Metallica.
I’m from the Beatles, Foo Fighters,
and that “obscure” Indie band
that Walks the Moon.
I’m from sitting with my Dad,
whistling the X-Files theme song
the title sequence plays
I’m from totally shipping Mulder and Scully
before it was cool.
(actually it still isn’t cool)
I’m from “that’s my girl”, and “you’re my favorite”.
I’m from Joan and Beedee and tall,
bright flowers
and trees from a magic green thumb.
I’m from “Good Old Texas”
and large Texan stars,
and tall cowboy boots.
I’m from a ***** canvas, covered in thick paint
it hangs so somberly.
As if as old as my great grandmother
who placed it on the wall.
I’m from a family spl it in two.
I’m still from that large house down the street.
I’m still from that small apartment,
with the map on the wall.
Bright red pins stuck in that wall,
on cities with names I've memorized.
My family tree expands,
a large oak with strong roots,
and weak branches.
I am from a tree with two branches to fill.
It does not end with me.
I am from the cities far away from here,
Art filled cities that my children will see.
I am from the murals
written and drawn across the town.
These cities will be our newer,
stronger branch upon the family tree.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
Tell them what really happens . I know you know.
Tell them you know why the Blue Sky is black. What is it you think you know about water and spectrums?
You think Cocain looks like Chalk but you don't really care because you Smoke something else.
Tell them you think twice before saying something smart, Not very Smart is it?
I know you think they went to the Moon. Because you chose Neil and Mark over Mulder and Scully.
Talk to them about your glorious ****** peaks that long for someone to match your Broken.
I know you think they don't know. How could they possibly know cloud-99
The Bliss. My days aren't numbered here.
My cup of tea, diluted because lukewarm is all I am
My HorrorScopes forever being so Jack and Rose on the shipwreck. Except, This is not a film.
Don't mention how I always Choke on the Calcium I smoke because Cocain is too Mainstream. That's not your business anyway.
It's the River of Frozen tears I get the night chills from. I'm sick and how do I tell my Mother that I'm coming?
Who'll open the gates for me?
May The Lord See my heart and forgive me. My intention was to break bread and Learn how to sing. But all I learned was how to Speak Melancholia.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
A friend of mine
One said
That "we are like mulder
And scully."
Now I pass that on to you
We are like
Mulder Scully
Though I was a skeptical
About romance
Instead of aliens.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
(Fear)
At different times and places,
all kinds of fear enfold me.
...when they wear me out,
i claim the amazing night sky
with my dilated eyes,
i imagine gobbling a few
stars, like the way i munch
popcorn, peanuts and M&Ms
when i'm scared or worried...
sounds silly, but it's just me, taking
things lightly...enjoying
peanuts, popcorn, or M&Ms,
relaxing, while trying to be safe,
not beaten....or eaten,
by life's threatening adventures
with covid 19 and hurricanes, or,
i could be swooped and snatched
by agents Scully's and Mulder's
uncaptured aliens, who may be
lurking behind me, when i'm
deep in my fears, and
i've run out of
peanuts, popcorn and M&Ms.
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Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
October 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC