Oblivion

The ones who really should will never quit
Writing unread till they are dead if not
Beyond (or maybe they already are
For all I know) rant on no matter what

Since they do I too sought to have my say
Hitching my wagon to a falling star
But now embarrassed to end up this way
A self-published self-starved none-of-a-kind

I finally have had enough of it

I wish I had the sense to walk away
Yet the delusion stays stuck in my mind
That maybe I could still make it somehow
And leave all this disappointment behind

But the hour grows late maybe too late now
As night falls hard time to call it a day
Or eyes-wide-shut-oblivious write on
The rest of my way to oblivion

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI

you made it really good.

I love you.

break on thru to the other side………dear cousin, i`m pluged into a set of headphone with jim morrison on full bore, what a great way to spend a drizzly night in the southern hemisphere…..out here we is stoned immaculate. you are too hard on your self dear cousin, you are a fine person, a fine poet and an inspiration to us all, keep well cousin and take care, respect & love greg.


"the futures uncertain the end is always near……let it roll baby, roll, let it roll, baby roll. let it roll all night long"
the doors

Thanks, Cousin. You have the right idea, as always. I've been spending too much time at AuthorsDen selling books (trying to, in any case). My original title for this dreary little poem was "AuthorsDen Outcast Blues," but I saw no sense in stirring the pot nor "giving them the satisfaction," as my Grandma used to say.

Your words of encouragement, and your latest poem, really have made a difference. I need to remember where home is, that it is here, that this is where I not only fit in and belong, but where I should stay most of the time. The USA is utterly in the grip of madness these days, ruled by a cruel cabal of bloodthirsty lunatics. And the depressing thing, the sickening thing, is that there are lots of people who think they are poets, even, who actually support these mini-Nazis. Not here, thank God. I must just stay here.

I am working on a new poem now, and having strong tea in this existential darkness-before-dawn here; maybe I will be able to write something useful and be constructive. When it is ready I will post it here; thanks to you and the inspiration you give me, I think it will turn out OK.

Thanks and cousinly love,

+Stevie

Authorsden is so uptight......
Dont like it.