Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening!
Fields of Elisium
The battlefield in my head is littered with the lovers I'll never bed, let alone wed See me ride the light of love To a place inside his heart Falling below the mists, undertow Singing the praises of an unknown soldier, Broken apart by the promise of release Fight with me, beside me, inside me Behind me, roller-coaster ride me Touch me with your letters Let's find the Elysian fields Freed from constraints, One bet to become unsealed
Things That Are Full Of
Things that are full of music Cascade like a waterfall Down the coin slot Chirping in acceptance, once, twice, three times luck be a lady. They call me the One-Armed Bandit The meadow in the Wild West Words and music under the gun Of the tiger's sun. The Ballad of Michael Valentine Could be a country song, but isn't Telling the tale of a wannabe rock star Nuns on Fourth and Fremont sing topless, gaffer's tape covering their nipples, implications of areolas Because bare breasts are not fully nude in America, if they're covered up I've become a part of this Scene Waving to the preacher who insists I accept God The refrain of his plea mixes with the aroma of sewer gas, on the other side of the street I crumble from the weight, the Catholic blues that direct my shoes Towards the curio shop under the canopy Marching in harmony Some silly satellite seethes through my sonnet.
Music to My Ears
Fruitful and productive Tired and antisocial Emotions that define my life I have seen wonderful things Celebrated milestones with loved ones I am a true gastronome Yet I feel alone in a crowded room It is time to stop dwelling on the negativity And let the sunshine in It is time to believe all the storied words of Scribes, poets, and heroes before me I am worthy of love I can practice my faith Despite all obstacles I can be anything I want to be If only I can get my brain To catch up to my heart It is time to step off that cliff Into the sea of simulation So that the lights can change Because the game has changed I know my present state Is not where I need to be I know that this is not my fate And that I do not have to play along To stay on the safe side What good is an unbreakable heart If it is not tested in the fires If I don't walk that lonely road If I drive to nowhere With no particular place to go I have to believe in myself Before anyone else will.
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