poem – Dragon-Ballistic

XF Writing Challenge Season 5

Finally another season finished! Season 5…the titles started to remind me of Skinner and his delicate balance between good and bad, protecting his agents and lying to them – fun times!

As usual, episode titles are underlined. Yes, I took a certain artistic liberty with Redux I/II (after consulting with fellow Philes on the matter), and decided that really…they’re both named Redux, the numbers are just there to keep the order straight.

Beacon

I follow you, and you:

My beautiful two unusual suspects caught folie a deux

How did we get here?

I try, I do

To guard and guide, love and reproach

– A hapless father to some post-modern Prometheus

Stealing fires from the monsters pulling my strings,

Crossing the line I try to maintain.

I play both sides,

Navigating a dreaded thread between the red and the black:

Of Love and Death,

Flush of youth and aging grace

– this Church and State

A prehistoric battle trapped in a Christmas carol

Infecting all Life’s travelers,

A bad blood disease – and I’m patient X of the Pine Bluff variant.

All souls are waiting for some sign,

For recollected light casting shadows on the wall of the cave,

Archetypes of the mind’s eye

So am I –

I’ve seen it …when I died:

The world displayed in guts and gore

Savage frailty, full glory – hate ignored

It was enough mystery for this life.

I try to buck, find a damn detour

Knock it off,

The things I’ve done – find me!

Come back – stop me – redux!

Find your way home;

Save you, everyone, myself – redux, please!

Beware my destructive emily con su chinga del cigarro

Remember who you can trust in the end.

They’ve got me by the kill switch,

(I won’t get a second break)

I’m dealing, fed lies bred in schizogeny

I’m still me

– it doesn’t even matter what I believe,

It matters what I do.

So what I do is follow you, and you – kitsunegari

Until I’m turned…folie a three.

February 7, 2018February 7, 2018 by kamisch42 Categories: X-Files PoemsTags: 2018, all souls, bad blood, challenge, chinga, christmas carol, emily, folie a deux, heroes, kill switch, kitsunegari, mind's eye, MnS, patient x, philes, poem, poetry, post-modern prometheus, redux, schizogeny, SEASON5, skinner, the end, the red and the black, travelers, unusual suspects, writing, x-files Leave a comment

XF Writing Challenge Season 4

All the titles seemed to be leaning toward CSM, so this is kinda from his view. We all know he sees himself as the hero in the story of the saving the planet – if only those pesky agents would understand and join him!

Real Heroes Lie

I was small potatoes,

So content – never again!

I pushed persuasion to the max,

Enthroned with the clout of ancient men

Watching so many highs and lows,

Celebrated names that smile and go, and here I stand.

I have helped so many lives,

El mundo gira – I have saved it countless times.

Tempus fugit, then goodbye –

Digging Leonard Betts deep, forgive me,

I certainly tried.

Who will be there to write my elegy,

To say Kaddish in somber monotone?

“Blessed is His name, whose glorious kingdom is forever”

– Oh, I knew it was a zero sum game,

But this unruhe wears a placid face.

I built a sanguinarium in Gethsemane then stalled for peace with hungry vampires,

Praying beyond our captors:

urfuʼa ugʼulla usliha v’khappara

verevaḥ vehatzala*

Send my demons crawling home,

Consumed by the fires of glittering stars.

Fear them,

They’ll colonize the chernozem,

Drang nach osten

Drang nach westen,

Das Herrenvolk, in synchrony –

Teliko devils displaced to show us all the true master race.

Yet you call me the monster,

Disregard my paper heart,

As if I’m the one that tore that hole in Tunguska!

Terma bed themselves in wisdom while you crucify the sooth –

Is there no faith in good intent?

None of it was lies, believe me,

But I can’t share everything with fools,

I merely held on to the truth.

Memento mori amici mei, it’s never where you expect –

I’m calling from the field where I died,

Right here where I tried to get through,

But you wouldn’t hear it.

Think of these as the musings of a cigarette smoking man

On his unrequited quest for an heir and a friend,

With a lonely soul begging mercy and amends.

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*translation: Healing, redemption, forgiveness, atonement

Relief and salvation (lines from the Kaddish)

January 28, 2016November 27, 2017 by kamisch42 Categories: X-Files PoemsTags: 2016, challenge, csm, demons, el mundo gira, elegy, heroes, herrenvolk, kaddish, leonard betts, memento mori, MnS, muldernscully, musings of a cigarette smoking man, philes, plutonicactivity, poem, poetry, sanguinarium, season4, small potatoes, teliko, tempus fugit, terma, tunguska, unrequited, unruhe, writing, x-files Leave a comment

XF Writing Challenge Season 3

After a 3 year break…I was finally able to bring something together for season 3. Oh my.

Rise

We’ll throw hell money at strange issei, nesei men, at corpses;

Spy on their D.P.O. hoping some oshiya’s mail will unveil wondrous tragedies

Pusher of the dead hearing 731 voices,

Ryokaku seiri gakari and all those deformed bodies.

They are nameless on the list of riddles in the crypt,

Teso dos bichos em sua oubliette.

And what did they do?

They hunted me, they haunted you, ravaged our minds to a grotesque hue,

Until trust gets bent from unexpected places

… as “Jose Chung’s from Outer Space” is.

But I’ve been aboard the Piper Maru,

The quest for perfection a quagmire of eroded truths.

And what do I do?

I fight the fight, like you told me to,

A mere pawn in this War of the Coprophages

…men with shadowed, savage tastes.

Secrets have a price not known,

Searching for answers yields Clyde Bruckman’s final repose.

And what do you do?

You’ve been wetwired to scrutinize, investigate,

To view science as the blessing way

…the walk of martyrs you can’t disgrace.

Still, revelations come in the dark of the night,

Apocrypha avatar of light singing, “Talitha cumi,” as if it has all the answers.

Maybe it does.

Maybe it’s 2shy to prove its might.

Rise, little girl, take up those gloves,

You and me, syzygy, it’s what “team” is made of.

November 24, 2015May 17, 2018 by kamisch42 Categories: X-Files PoemsTags: 731, challenge, clyde bruckman's final repose, jose chung's from outer space, MnS, muldernscully, philes, piper maru, platonicactivity, poem, poetry, teso dos bichos, war of the coprophages, wetwired, writing, x-files Leave a comment

XF Writing Challenge Season 2

Continuing with the “use every title of the season” challenge with X-Files…This one has been my favorite (also from 2012).

Episode titles are underlined.

Descension

Maybe someone should pray for me today –

Gather up your blessed be’s, amen, excelsius dei…

For I might fall apart some sleepless night.

I can’t stop myself –

Floating like a Calusari looking for my aubrey.

Firewalker on a mission,

Død Kalm –

Counting, “3, 2, 1…”

Irresistible ascension

To the sun, any star, or a colony of dust somewhere in space

Where little green men still manage to maintain that fearful symmetry

That frightening mystique

In the dark, in the sands –

In the red, red land of some forgotten Anasazi –

Humbug chased unto extinction.

Oh, what have I become?

My own f. emasculata, hurting whomever I must save.

Blood, blood, blood

On the stairs, in every parking garage;

Blood, blood, blood

On my hands, it’ll never wash off.

A twisted mind plays host to some red museum contrition,

Full of fresh bones in the soft light –

Listen to the souls cry, “This is our town!”

Maybe they’re right.

So you back away,

Count, “1, 2, 3…”

Snap a chord and I’m Duane Barry –

In one moment, one breath, first take:

The devil gets to play

Die hand die verletzt and it’s end game.

November 18, 2015May 22, 2018 by kamisch42 Categories: X-Files PoemsTags: challenge, descension, MnS, muldernscully, philes, platonicactivity, poem, poetry, writing, x-files Leave a comment

XF Writing Challenge

In 2012, I started a writing challenge for myself: write a poem for each season of the X-Files using each of the episode titles of that season. Why? Because…I love X-Files and I love writing.

This was the first one (and the easiest!) – episode titles are underlined.

Pilot

I found you in your corner

On a cloudy eve of spring

Half-forgotten, scorned, bemused –

Determined not to be deceived.

You started with your crazy,

Swinging in your chair;

I caught my thoughts, belated

And wondered what I was doing there.

Watch my hero campaign down the hall

Roland in a suit and tie assumed as armor

– Tall and strong;

My pilot through the monsters,

The lies,

The E.B.E.’s.

So set a course for your Aude,

To the space left to eternity;

Squeeze through time,

Beyond the sea,

Beyond the stars

As they burst apart – a wondrous scene!

But, oh, what it leaves…

Born again in the wake of your shattering shadows

Lazarus springing out,

Up from the flowers into disdain

And these cold, dreary showers.

How did you become my signal –

My cue to smile,

To love,

To fight?

With those ravaged wings,

The arrogance

Icarus-bound as your pride ignites!

It feels like we’ve stood here before

Ice on the ledge, sky on fire,

Looking into the void through two shafts of light.

Sweet fallen angel,

Bruised and used,

Savage as the Jersey devil –

You call to the thunder,

Cursing the night

Deep-thoughted,

Deep throat,

As the darkness falls,

As it tooms the heavens,

Abandons your sight.

You drop to your knees

Full of contempt and scorn,

Yet you can’t turn away –

I suggest going home.

Pilot me beyond these monsters,

Beyond the stars,

Any semblance of life;

The busted dreams

And all the shady shapes they leave.

No one ever told me, no one ever said

The whispered ghost in the machine is a miracle man

A conduit of conspiracies.

Dusty streamers rippling,

Exploding in your eyes

That plutonic mask revealing a past

Young at heart – and how it glows!

Basking in the misting gold,

I collect the fragments of you in my Erlenmeyer flask

Ever-bold,

Fates sew you to this genderbendered soul

Through the universe’s glory

And all histories retold.

November 16, 2015May 17, 2018 by kamisch42 Categories: X-Files PoemsTags: challenge, genderbender, MnS, muldernscully, philes, pilot, platonicactivity, poem, poetry, writing, x-files Leave a comment