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Apr 18, 2017, 1:29 am


Hanging On



I



I did the best I knew
Then and yet when I grew
Better for getting through
It regretting but not
Forgetting to get what
I got the hard way for
The after of before

When after all the rest
Through better into best
Was better having been
The best I could do then
I knew what I should do
Before I knew how to
Do better then again

Now I know better so
I do the best I know



II



An opera buffa buffoon
Tears the air an out-of-tune bassoon
Offending ears to jeers but cheers
From fans of some fancy fantastic fears

Opera buffa bumbling on
Stumblingly dumbly would it were gone
Or would I could get out of this
What I regret I did not get to miss

Shenanigans chicanery
The mockery of democracy
Jaded degraded made to be
This tacky hacking kakistocracy

Another now that seems like then
Because like when I was young again
The kids are still alright though they
Know what to do and will grow anyway

Doing as life does being who
Know how to grow now reminding me
I should persist resisting through
This opera buffa buffoonery

That got not funny anymore
Maybe an opera buffa war
I may be old but live to see
The day come someday to be Twitler-free



III



Treading water getting pulled down
By the haunting that says to drown
Instead but wondering what for
Not wanting haunting anymore
For any of us many who
Wonder about going under
Between the lines are haunted too

Who know so who know what I mean
Hanging on in the in between

Living it down but living up
Not drowning yet not giving up
Not going under I wonder
If this is it but let it be
Is what I get from being me
What it taught me is I ought to
Keep treading water so I do

You know so you know what I mean
Hanging on in the in between



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 16, 2017, 9:45 pm


Now I Know Better



I did the best I knew
Then and yet when I grew
Better for getting through
It regretting but not
Forgetting to get what
I got the hard way for
The after of before

When after all the rest
Through better into best
Was better having been
The best I could do then
I knew what I should do
Before I knew how to
Do better then again

Now I know better so
I do the best I know



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 13, 2017, 9:26 am


Hanging On in the In Between



Treading water getting pulled down
By the haunting that says to drown
Instead but wondering what for
Not wanting haunting anymore
For any of us many who
Wonder about going under
Between the lines are haunted too

Who know so who know what I mean
Hanging on in the in between

Living it down but living up
Not drowning yet not giving up
Not going under I wonder
If this is it but let it be
Is what I get from being me
What it taught me is I ought to
Keep treading water so I do

You know so you know what I mean
Hanging on in the in between



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 11, 2017, 11:20 pm


Ending Up Transcendentally



Close enough to the ending to be
Wondering about transcending
I wonder now understandably
About what is neverending

If it ever does because maybe
Someday somehow this may be me
Who may end up transcendentally

Having been existentially
Essentially all my life I guess
May this work in progress progress
May love receive me at my sending

Believing if I live by love
I too may be like those who went on
Who were but are and are not gone

Transcending as the ending up of
Those who answered the question yes
When love invited who chose to go
On going those who chose to grow

Like me having been curiously
Ending up transcendentally



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 7, 2017, 4:02 am


Becoming Poetry



Demented but contented
Having lived repented
Having loved and lost my mind
I left it all behind

But what I learned the hard way
Turned out true anyway
In the end the best of me
All that is left I find
Quested through the rest to get
Here now that this is it

Transcending at the end of
It to find it was love
Through me coming true to be
Becoming poetry



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 1, 2017, 6:00 pm


My Mother on the Other Side



for Patti Lance



My mother on the other side
Is still with me on the inside
Of me on this side of other

I know I still have a mother
And I believe she says to me
I am alright and I will be

Like a spark in the in between
Through the dark she knows what I mean
And shows me so that I go on

As she goes on but is not gone
Is still with me on the inside
My mother on the other side



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 28, 2017, 11:40 pm


Opera Buffa



An opera buffa buffoon
Tears the air an out-of-tune bassoon
Offending ears to jeers but cheers
From fans of some fancy fantastic fears

Opera buffa bumbling on
Stumblingly dumbly would it were gone
Or would I could get out of this
What I regret I did not get to miss

Shenanigans chicanery
The mockery of democracy
Jaded degraded made to be
This tacky hacking kakistocracy

Another now that seems like then
Because like when I was young again
The kids are still alright though they
Know what to do and will grow anyway

Doing as life does being who
Know how to grow now reminding me
I should persist resisting through
This opera buffa buffoonery

That got not funny anymore
Maybe an opera buffa war
I may be old but live to see
The day come someday to be Twitler-free



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 21, 2017, 5:30 am


Art is an Existential Thing



for my fellow artist Franziska



Art is an essential thing
By which I lose myself to find
Myself as I lose my mind
Certainty in uncertainty

What I make that makes me too
Gives what it takes as what I do
Gives me a reason to be

As consequentially the thing
Buffering the suffering
Of having been uncertainly
Making new reality

Taking nothing making something
Being consequentially
Becoming part of everything

Ars longa vita brevis
And my only certainty is
This is the reason for me
Art is an existential thing



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 16, 2017, 12:53 am


A Desert Lark in the Dark



A desert lark
Nearby in the dark
Hearing you I
Being an other
Identify
Who find another

Seeing you are
By a falling star
Being you know
What to do to be
Come from afar
With something for me

Something you bring
To mind as you sing
Confidently
Confidentially
The thing you mean
In the in between

You mean to go
On going and so
The thing you do
Is you do your thing
And you go on
Until you are gone

So I will too
An other like you
Another who
Knowing what to say
Is going to
Like you in my way

A desert lark
In the dark



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 5, 2017, 10:23 pm


The Only Way Out



1



The wheel of life turns
And somebody learns
The hard way again

The only way then
To see what you mean
In the unforeseen

Somebody somehow
Becomes some of how
In the in between



2



But is asking now
What does it mean and
Because it does not

Somebody has got
To wonder about
If not understand

What to do without
But to be within
What is not what was



3



In the turnabout
The way is hard but
What means something does

You can learn a lot
I learned this because
Turns out I have been

The lonely way when
The only way out
Turns out to be in



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 1, 2017, 4:33 pm


Supposed to Be



for Franziska who understands



Since I am I suppose I am supposed to be
As opposed to an alternative to this
Apparently what I am not supposed to miss

Whatever it is this opportunity
Whoever is in charge of this if anyone
Has given me to take who make it come true
If anyone is maybe I may be the one

Here to take now and make it now or never
I get this is it and never mind forever
Because why was why not a long time ago

Since I am anyway I am not opposed to
Being and doing if I am supposed to
Being I am seeing I am some of the how
Of the somehow of whatever this is now

The pattern of the fabric of reality
The thread of my being is woven into
The thing about forever is you never know

I wonder a lot about being or not
But given this is it I give it all I got
From whoever is in charge who may be me
Since I am I suppose I am supposed to be



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 27, 2017, 12:57 am


Different



I remember as a child
My becoming reconciled
Already with my being
Different seeing I was

Getting used to it because
I could see the way it would be
Understood I should be me
All the way and it was freeing

Reconciled to it to get
What I had to get to let
Me be myself being free
Getting free by getting it

Being me and seeing love
In myself and every one of
Us who do the best we know
And for the rest to let it go

I went a different way
All the way the way I was
Seeing I was anyway
With love doing what it does

Opening my hoping heart
As not apart from but a part
Of us humans being kind
Humans being differently

Opening my mind to find
Myself in my humankind
Opening my eyes to see
Us in our humanity

All the way is not too far
And if you are different too
Being us the way we are
You know me understanding you



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 24, 2017, 9:38 pm


At the Edge of Now



To be or not if not knowing what for
Over my head the objective sky
Has its diamonds on black velvet spread
For me as ever never mind why

Forever or not presented instead
As enough what for to be some more

Even those that have gone their light goes on
In between the living and the dead
At dusk to rise up like shadows of dawn

In the in between where I know well
All the stars are there even those that fell

Diamonds far as my eyes may see
That may be forgotten but are not gone
This is it now this moment of me
Here in between the future and the past

Here I am for whatever may be
For however long this moment may last

Here I am now momentarily
Privileged to stand on the ledge of how
To be or not at the edge of now



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 19, 2017, 11:09 pm


Spark



Sixty-two
To be and do
What I can
A crazy man

Having seen
From in between
More or less
Incredulous
At the way
It is today

Crazy too
But cruelly
And never
Like this ever

This is it
Is what I get
To regret
But be at the
Conquest of
Absurdity

Without love
And without me
Let me be
Me far away
Since I doubt
It count me out

Since I know
Hate is too small
To be great
Since love goes on
After all
And I can wait

From afar
A fallen star
That let go
But is not gone

Open eyes
Hope like a spark
In the dark
By love I rise
In the end
By love transcend

Until then
I wait for fate
Let it fall
Of its own weight

Sixty-two
To be and do
Until when
Love transcends hate
Someday to
Be free again



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 15, 2017, 10:42 pm


I Get You and You Get Me



for Franziska on her birthday



On your birthday half of how
Old your Steppenwolf is now
Friskaziska you are who
Get me just like I get you

Having been and having seen
Love knows what we mean between
In the in between we see
Incoincidentally
As life goes on so love too
Goes on transcendentally

Knowing us and what we mean
Going on and on somehow
For anyway and always
However many birthdays

Knowing we will always be
I get you and you get me



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 1, 2017, 4:50 pm


Persisting



Coup d'etat or conquest
Call it what you will
Whatever it may be
Is making me ill
Taking its toll on me

This vulgarian
Authoritarian
Kakistocracy
Is not for me I see

And seeing the rest
Of it being depressed
I can feel the chill
Of dystopia now
This is it somehow

But if I can persist
Not a lesser-than
A now or never man
However I can

If I can not give up
If I can live up
To what I have lived for
Like never before
At a time to insist

Persisting I resist



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 28, 2017, 9:36 am


Light



The ends
Of the sky join hands
Tonight

For friends
From faraway lands
Who write

One to
One who understands
One too

One and
Another one who
Transcends

Like light
Back and forth and through
The night

And so we join hands
My friends



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 27, 2017, 4:04 am


The Dog Who Ate it All



Marisol Marisol
Is the dog who ate it all

Lying down to nibble
Each little bit of kibble

With a smile on her face
And an unexpected grace

Considering each one
By one until she is done

Which will not be before
There are none left anymore

And then she licks the floor

Still hungry until when
She will eat it all again

Marisol Marisol
Almost wide as she is tall

But be that as it may
More to love of Marisol

Is more of what may be
What it all means anyway

What that may be is she
Means to be and I agree

She never wants to miss
Any little bit of this

Whatever it may mean
As seen in the in between

Where Marisol has seen

Here where I made a friend
To transcend with in the end

The dog who ate it all
Means what it all means to me



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 12, 2017, 5:36 am


Order in Disorder



A mystery box
Full of paradox
This history of me

My sense of order
Is a disorder
Paradoxically

My poetry goes
Like this I suppose
As what I do to be

It just goes this way
Being so to say
Written in Lancean

It must be just so
(And just so you know
All of it is for you)

Better to be than
Not to if I can
Doing what I can do

I never could change
Have always been strange
From a strange family

Hard to understand
But this is it and
This is what got me through

Obsessing guessing
Confessing messing
Around with words somehow

Is what I do now
Who I am and how
This disordered order

I do not complain
Of my damaged brain
Because I got this too

A mystery box
Full of paradox
Order in disorder



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 5, 2017, 12:08 am


Let Me Let Me



They say I should pray but I do my way
Like tonight I was praying and saying
Let me be happy like let there be light
The way a god might say creatively
The magic words into the void of space

But changed it then to say let me let me
Regretting having been my enemy

Given the circumstances to edit
It slightly to give me some slight credit
For getting through although forgetting to
Remember I was then but now I see
Here I am and I seem to be staying

Getting to know myself better I get
The feeling it is up to me to be

How this is it now my time and my place
To do what I can before I forget
Saying my praying the way that I do
Let it not be meaningless at midnight
Let me know what I mean and be alright

Let me let go of not to be to be
At the beginning of always tonight

Let always be always beginning here
Now never ending transcending the fear
Of a quiet man in a quiet place
Of diamonds on black velvet by night
And bright shining refining gold by day

One another might be listening through
The darkness to one who is other too

If so it hardly matters what I say
Anyone out there would know what I mean
Whoever whatever he she or it
May be or maybe not be let me let
Me say the magic words and get them right

But the void is full of stars anyway
And something like love in the in between



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 4, 2017, 9:10 am


At the Turning of the Year



Here I am for better or worse
Turning through the universe
Looking up from down on the ground
Turning around and around
But learning from it I have found
How I have to spin to win
And so now I do it again

Having no choice anyway
But finding my voice on the way
Knowing how from having been
Around somehow to now from then
Through new years and new birthdays
To be between now and always

Never dreaming that I would
Ever make it or that I could
Turn out to be understood
As good do well survive arrive
Strangely changingly alive
Another year older but here
Through the darkness through the fear

But dreams though not admitted to
As ever dreamed still come true
Dreams never dared to dream will do
What they will as they come through
The turning come around to be
Looking up from down like me

So here I am for better now
Having spun and won somehow
What I learned though I was turning
To go who come returning
For another turn at learning
What I am to learn from what
Turns out to be to be or not

Another year older but
Here at the turning of the year



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 1, 2017, 11:33 am


What I Got / At 62



What I Got



My forebears far back as I can see
Were to their credit free spirits like me
Even when hobbled by religion
They cobbled through by curiosity

They wobbled some like some of us do
But got there in the end where they got through
The destiny of my origin
In the origin of my destiny
Choosing each other freely as they
Found themselves in each other their own way

Bound together by their tendency
To be curious but curiously
Not to blame them in time they became
Some crazy people looking for the same
Who found themselves before they were gone

Winning or losing but with what they won
They went their own way but they went on
To become something that came with my name
By the time I came along to be
Ending up with me being crazily
With something not to be gotten rid
Of unforgotten I got like they did

As what I got from my family
Something I bring that would come anyway
To the end of what has been to try
To live up to or down to it or die
Trying to be transcendentally

In the destiny of my origin
The only way out to now through then
For me has been to see how it began
Curiously again and again
Learning the way out turns out to be in
The origin of my destiny

I got through a lot so I ought to stay
For the rest of who I am with what
Is why I am how I am so why not
Do the best I can with what I got



At 62



Some people are old at 62
Others seem younger or are trying to
But turning 62 as I do
It feels pretty old having lived a lot

Getting crazier with what I got
From those who went before me as I go
Into 2017 although
Still pretty immature now even so

62 on Highway 62
At the Hi-Desert hideaway between
Life and death in 2017
When I write you though you know what I mean

Something that makes me feel like I should
Go on doing it being understood
It feels pretty old but it feels good
To be understood and understand too

What I get out of it is I get
To get to know you and never forget
Somebody gets me so I go on
At 62 still until I am gone

So here I go for another round
Knowing from going around and around
Being seeing in the in between
Love is all the meaning I ever found

The meaning between to be or not
Is the meaning between us me and you



This is what I got at 62



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 25, 2016, 9:52 pm


In the In Between



for Franziska on Christmas Day



Franziska and I speak of psychosis
Having us in common and
We wonder why but try to understand
Our common diagnosis
She understands me uncommonly as
Ever as she always has

Whenever it is however we are
Rising to our falling star
Wherever we are is never too far
In parallel though we fell
Through hell being here now doing as well
As we can when this is it

Recalling it all to never forget
Seeing is believing in
Us being us wherever we have been
A positive prognosis
For the work in progress of existence
Because of our persistence

Glad to be mad with somebody who knows
How it is and how it goes
Under a falling star but rising now
Wondering with her is how
Together we weather the whether or
Not and if to be what for

In the in between where we met and where
She is here as I am there
Between us to see what it means to be
Here as there what we have seen
What it means for us in the in between
Here as there and everywhere

Having suffered some as we suffered from
What it took us to become
Us now as I look how far we have come
In uncommon company
Being us knowing we know what we mean
And seeing us overcome

Between us in the in between I see
What Franziska means to me



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 24, 2016, 11:43 pm


Christmas Eve



Any way you may or not believe
However you do a holiday
May you be jolly now anyway

Love to all and each on Christmas Eve



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 22, 2016, 3:44 am


A Falling Star to Keep



I



On the eve of the Eve of Christmas Day
Between the rain and the rain again
The cold wind blows but shows the sun in
Its arc through the dark bound on its way
Around to be found where it has been

Whether or not I end or begin
The weather like life goes on anyway



II



I want to go on
Until I am gone
To see if I can
Not be lesser-than
But do something good
And be understood

To be or not to
Now but if I do
Go on to do it
Poetically
Knowing how to be
Having been through it
Doing this as I
Go on being me

I want to go through
With dreams coming true
As the world goes by
I want to go too
Until I am gone
Because I went on



III



I never knew my father
Because he could not bother
But he was young like he said
Then to me though he was dead
When we spoke posthumously

He was a hitman but he
As a poet too like me
Sometimes says what I should write
Like I write right now tonight
In this poem anyway

Here from there to now from then
Through me from the other side
From across the great divide
As we resurrect again
Our poetic history

What we had in common found
Bound by blood on common ground
Yes I am mad and I guess
This is too but I confess
This poetic mystery

On one and the other hand
Wondering I understand
Wondering how it could be
Understanding it would be
"Lancean" he says to say



IV



The birds have fallen silent I think they went to sleep
Winter enters steadily is already here
Foreshadowed twilight shadowed in a different light

The shades of the day until it fades away
From gold to red to violet as blue becomes grey
As it gets older and colder and it falls

Only the dark now the lonely wind calls
Though the moon is near the sun so soon to disappear
Into black velvet with diamonds tonight

The night is dark and deep with a falling star to keep
Like a spark of hope the morning star will appear
Until it fades away into the shades of the day

The day on its way out transcends its way in
A day away ends beginning again



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