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Sometimes a man walks the Earth and you dare not tread therein
Sometimes a being consumes your thoughts and frees your mind
Somewhere there is a world of free, a world of care, a world of faith
Somewhere a face points this way and wonders if you face his way

Somehow there will be an end to this agony, an end to this ecstasy
Somehow we will find a way to plead a case to continue
Something can always surprise the most imaginative mind
Something will happen one day that will change the world

©2004 Hey Hey

Steven, you inspired this - sorry.

Hey Hey

Hey, Hey Hey!

Thank you with all my heart for this, my dear friend!

"All's well that ends well," and an unmoderated critique board is an excellent and wise solution to the entire problem.

I think Shawn has solved things beautifully.

POST NUBILA PHOEBUS? I hope so...

Gods come and go!

Reference: History

Steven must stay!

Reference: I'll think of something

I don't usually venture into this neck of the woods, but it seems pretty exciting and interesting over here.

RTB usually keeps me on my toes over in the active topics board.

I love your poem, Hey Hey, even as I love you.

Thank you for writing it, and sharing it.

whoever is posting this nonsense should be banned

This is how it works:

Someone posts a poem.

People reply to the poem.

"Reply" means reply TO THE POEM.

Thank's for ?

I r e a l l y l i k e d t h e p o e m !

I can take it.... really!

This board is telling me something... important... and I've not got it figured yet. Steven... help.

Hey Hey

Hey, Hey Hey...

It just spiraled completely out of control; it was getting ridiculous.

I would like people to post poems, reply to poems, and not anonymustly flame each other, or, worse, you and me.

By the way, have you seen my latest sonnet? I always love for you to see the new ones as I complete them.

I feel like a bad moderator when I come here between looking after Silke, my son Teddy who is visiting me, and my cat who is spitting up all over everything, as well as writing my sonnets and having an otherwise quite active life, and finding an enormously long tail of random posts which have nothing whatever to do with your poem, but which are only insults from one unknown to another anonymust and back again. Enough, already!

I love this poem of yours, and I feel it has been treated unfairly by its being followed by this long parade of nonsense and bickering. I deleted my own bickerings as well.

I am working very hard, getting no sleep, and trying to be a decent and an honorable and a kind man. I am profoundly wounded that some strange anonymous and unknown people have taken it upon themselves to judge and criticize me and call me names.

So here's the deal:

I don't know who these anonymous, anonymust, and unknown people are, but I am +Steven Curtis Lance. You may call me up on my private line here at Studio Lance in Old Towne Orange, California at (714) 289-2892, and tell me to your heart's content what a n a*shole, energy-vampire, big fat crybaby, etc., etc., etc. you think I am, as you have been telling me. Stop being cowards! Call me and tell me how you think I am a bad person, and why! Write me at my home here at this address:

+Steven Curtis Lance
Studio Lance
145 N. Cleveland St.
Orange, CA 92866 USA

Google me! You can find out everything you want about me, and use it all against me if you like! You people have not been honest with me, but I am being honest with you. I am no coward, I am no a*shole, etc.; I am doing my level best to do a good job moderating this forum which I founded, and of which my wife and I are the only life members. I support this place financially, because I love it and believe in it with all my heart. So stop messing it up with nonsense!

Get it straight:

Post poems.

Reply to poems.

"Reply to poems" means reply to poems.

Don't say stupid and unkind things to each other or to me.

Got it?

If you have a problem with me, come to my house. I'll have you in and give you a cup of good English tea, and we will reason together. We can work it out.

OK?

What more can I do?

Do you really expect me to leave insults about me here for my son Teddy and all his friends to see? God help you if my older kids would ever see that sh*t. They would hunt you down and take your cowardly anonymust heads off. My older son, Steven Curtis Lance, Jr., has a huge gang, and my daughter, Maria Catherine Lance, can cut you to ribbons with her tongue.

What I mean to say is, simply: Can't you all just be nice? Can't you all just be cool? Can't we have a poetry board without all this nonsense?

And get this straight, too: I am never, never, never going anywhere. I was here first, and I will be here last.

By the way, my wife is fighting for her life right now; every single breath is an heroic effort. I know you don't give a sh*t, but you know what? I do.

So, please: Be civil, be kind; stop mucking up our poetry board.

Call me up and cuss me out. Whatever.

Hey Hey, my dear friend, I'm so sorry that these idiots did all this to your beautiful poem. I just want you to know that this poem means the very world to Silke and to me, as do you yourself.

Respect and Solidarity to all of goodwill.

And to the rest of you: Please, please, please, don't destroy my dream of a community of poets. Please help me build something beautiful and good and kind and worthwhile, a place of which we can all be proud.

Peace.

+Steven
Poet in Residence
Mind-Brain.com

1. I like this poem. I enjoy your work, Hey Hey, even though I don't comment on all of it. I'm way behind on my commentary. Heh heh....

2. Everyone stop picking on Steven! Damn, people, why can't we just get along, already! Enough with the pettiness!

3. Again, Hey Hey, a lovely poem.

Thank you Megan, and thanks be to God.

(By the way, it is safe to go back to the critique board now.)

Silke and I have missed you! Stay with us! I've decided to be a bit of a hardass hereabouts; I am sick and tired of the abuse I've been getting. You should have seen some of this stuff! Not only was it unworthy of me, it was even unworthy of them, and they weren't all that worthy to begin with, judging from their posts.

God, I'm worn out.

Peace, everybody, peace.

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A Happy Postscript! I just got the most wonderful call from Trip Like I Do, and he's a great guy! Thanks, Trip; I really enjoyed talking with you. I give you all my respect.

Tu che! Strippicanoe +Stevie boy too!

Steven, Thank Gaia you replied. I'm not seeking compliments for my poetry just comments, and especially your continued friendship and news about Silke. I'm feeling ill at the moment but I had to write a couple of poems. We have to go to a wedding tomorrow; my angel wife is singing. So I will be away for day. But... now I have your number I will phone sometime. I hate phones actually. They were my life for a number of years, or should I say they took my life. I never answer them. I always let the machine answer and then follow up if I dare.

Please Steven and Silke, keep safe.

Hey Hey

In my ramblings I may have forgotten to thank those who made kind comments about the poem, so thanks.