Raconteuse Radio

Season 1, Episode 014: Fields of Things That Are Music

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening!

Music: One More from MusicSesame.

Photo by Sitraka on Unsplash

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

Photo by Ben Guerin on Unsplash

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.

Photo by Oscar Ivan Esquivel Arteaga on Unsplash

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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Guilliean Pacheco (she/her) is an American of Filipino descent. She is an early career full-stack writer by day and raconteuse by night. Her journey includes earning an M.F.A. in Writing from the University of San Francisco, a Media Writing certificate from the New School, and becoming an Anaphora Arts poetry fellow. She's also a valued A.I.R. and IWW FJU member, deeply rooted in her passion for supporting the creative community. A misplaced California girl, she lives in Las Vegas normally — if one could call living there normal — on Southern Paiute land.

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