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Jun 17, 2018, 1:08 am


The Ever After of Never Before



I



I have never liked reality shows
The quality of the reality
I see seems lacking to me I suppose

With a tacky theatricality
To its supposed unscriptedness that goes
To show its artificiality

Inartfully as the artifice grows
To be on TV inescapably
With dramas traumas and imbroglios

Inescapable unreality
Foreshadowing something in the shadows
Reality becoming hard to see

But I was capable of escape or
Capably escaped a few shows like those
Because I could change the channel before

Now living one of those shows heaven knows
I want to turn it off and see no more
About the emperor and his new clothes

This is not even TV anymore
Here in the throes of what I never chose
I wonder what am I watching this for?

Inescapable unreality
The emperor has no clothes and it shows
This reality show is not for me



II



The Iron Grandmother used to say
Vengeance is mine I will repay
Saith the Lord looking right at me
As if to say someday you may
Be glad you took this personally

La vendetta is such a mess
And causes so much trouble I guess
She knew I could forget and let
It get to me and I would regret
Not letting something go someday

I forgot but I recall I won
When all was said and done the one
Left standing there at the end of it
Who won the hollow victory
The Iron Grandmother knew would be

She said it better anyway
Vengeance is mine is not mine to say



III



I undertook to go looking for me
Not really wanting to but haunted to
See if I was and if so what to do

I took a look around me and I found
I was afraid about what I might see

But there was no doubt no way out but in
The when of my possibility for
The ever after of never before

I had to go through a lot to come true
A lot to learn and the hard way was how

I went through what I was meant to go through
Went where I was sent and here I am now
With hounds in a Hi-Desert hideaway

The long way was not the wrong way around
I saw me come true in the life review

I saw I was and if so that I knew
What to do about it was poetry
I saw it was better for me to be

And it was better for my having been
In the when of my possibility



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 16, 2018, 5:23 pm


The Life Review



I undertook to go looking for me
Not really wanting to but haunted to
See if I was and if so what to do

I took a look around me and I found
I was afraid about what I might see

But there was no doubt no way out but in
The when of my possibility for
The ever after of never before

I had to go through a lot to come true
A lot to learn and the hard way was how

I went through what I was meant to go through
Went where I was sent and here I am now
With hounds in a Hi-Desert hideaway

The long way was not the wrong way around
I saw me come true in the life review

I saw I was and if so that I knew
What to do about it was poetry
I saw it was better for me to be

And it was better for my having been
In the when of my possibility



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 11, 2018, 8:25 am


Not For Me



I have never liked reality shows
The quality of the reality
I see seems lacking to me I suppose

With a tacky theatricality
To its supposed unscriptedness that goes
To show its artificiality

Inartfully as the artifice grows
To be on TV inescapably
With dramas traumas and imbroglios

Inescapable unreality
Foreshadowing something in the shadows
Reality becoming hard to see

But I was capable of escape or
Capably escaped a few shows like those
Because I could change the channel before

Now living one of those shows heaven knows
I want to turn it off and see no more
About the emperor and his new clothes

This is not even TV anymore
Here in the throes of what I never chose
I wonder what am I watching this for?

Inescapable unreality
The emperor has no clothes and it shows
This reality show is not for me



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 7, 2018, 10:20 pm


Yes



The greater the specificity
Of a system of belief the greater
The possibility it will be
Unbelievable sooner or later
Become another absurdity
Ongoing in the unknowing that goes
Out not knowing what nobody knows
Humankind being mistaken again

Like even I was once taken in
By those who had God oddly figured out
In systematic theology
But was lifted out by the gift of doubt
With which I saw what I was without
Above superstitious tendentiousness

Love is what this story is about
It was love all along and I was wrong
Love is the rhyme of reality

A universe of possibility
When choices informed by hope are made
By those who have chosen to love like me
Once I was systematic but now
Here I am out of the system somehow
I may be wrong but my faith is strong

Open to the universe unafraid
Of those who get paid to be afraid
To let go now that I know I am free
That God is love nothing more nor less
Than everything that specifically
What puts the real in reality
Is this singular specificity
In nonspecific simplicity

I believe all this was love all along
Answering all of my questions yes



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 2, 2018, 8:08 am


Interdimensional You and Me



Should you say I am crazy then you
Would be right but the one I love is too:
Franziska this is for you (entre nous)




Before dawn in the darkest hour
After all when hope is hard to see
Interdimensionality
In the unseen connecting between

From one to someone other of
One reflecting another in love
When one and one is more than two
Interdimensional me and you

Between us we know what we mean
Converging across reality
In the interconnectedness
Of the love that is connecting us

Being us universally
Seeing our universality
Coming through and becoming true
Breaking through to actuality

When one and one is nothing less
Than something more than everything then
It takes an eight-syllable word
When the universe makes itself heard

But I think I heard it say yes
When one and one may be one again
One syllable enough I guess
In the pink of our propinquity

Before dawn in the darkest hour
Diamonds on blue velvet in our
Interdimensionality
Interdimensional you and me



Steven Curtis Lance







May 27, 2018, 3:57 am


Too Odd to Be God



Some people have God all figured out
Explaining painstakingly
But whoever they are talking about
Sounds too odd to be God to me

Squaring the circle again
Angels rounding the head of a pin
Dance to the question how many
May we triangulate now if any

I wonder if God understands
What is superimposed on the soul
By dead hands and their demands
These oddities of systems of control

God would not be an oddity
Certainly not a commodity
Though some of the godly would not agree
Oddly enough God is free

Whoever whatever he or she
Or it may be or maybe not
Maybe God may not be what
They thought he or she or it ought to be

And so in their own image they
Created their own to get their way
Let them or you get thrown out
With the real God out in reality

I never mind what some people say
Threw myself out anyway
But whoever they are talking about
Sounds too odd to be God to me

The only God I know of
Who knows of me goes by the name of Love



Steven Curtis Lance







May 26, 2018, 1:39 am


Thirteen Going on Sixty-Four



for Franziska



I never thought I would get to be
Thirty never mind sixty-three
Or thirteen going on sixty-four
Let myself get this old before

But one who survived three suicides
Would not be the one who decides
About how to get out of it so
Having gone on this long I go
On going about my poetry
As what I suppose I should do
Like I did as a kid of thirteen

So let this be my pilgrimage
To get better through this awkward age
Let me come out the other side
Leaving no doubt about having tried

To see between seen and unseen
Whatever light I am supposed to
However long this might go on
Never mind I thought I would be gone
By now should not be anyway
Now I see how I would like to stay
Where you could find me in between
The lines when you would know what I mean
Reminded of me find me there

Though by then I would be everywhere
Between us there where we could share
Our interdimensionality
Someday when you remember me

Between the lines at sixty-three or
Thirteen going on sixty-four



Steven Curtis Lance







May 23, 2018, 10:08 pm


Coyote Moonset



The coyotes dropped by
Stopping off at my
Hi-Desert hideaway

Where two dogs and I
Sang with them at moonset
Sang not to forget
But let it go its way

Let it set behind
A hill so we could find
The spine of the sky

When I could see bright eyes
Sparking like fireflies
Across the dark of night
I could feel hope rise

Sharing their sacrament
Of where the moon went
But was not meant to stay

Keep an open heart
The coyotes remind
Us find us a part
Of us and not apart

Keep an open mind
When though the moon is gone
Hope knows it goes on

Let go but come what may
The coyotes say
Glad to sing the moonset
To bring the moonrise

And I am glad I met
What I recognize
As what hope knows tonight

Glad to realize
Those coyotes are right



Steven Curtis Lance







May 20, 2018, 8:14 am


Karma



for Franziska



Forgiving is not giving in
Nor giving up but giving away
What to be better off without
In this way with that out of the way

Better off living on again
With one less thing to worry about
Living well as the best revenge

Forgiving well lets Karma avenge
Those who have chosen to let her
Have got her to not have to get her
Letting her do it better than
Anyone as many know she can

As one who knows those many found
Anything goes but comes back around

To many done in by what may
Not be undone for better or worse
Karma has a promise to keep
Forgiving is free but is not cheap

Better not to get bitter when
Better off to let go of it then
Getting on with it anyway

Leaving it up to the universe
The better to appreciate
Poetic justice slated by fate
Karma is the avenger of
Forgiving not giving in to hate

Giving it up to fate to wait
Forgiving is living up to love



Steven Curtis Lance







May 15, 2018, 9:13 pm


The Tower



History repeats itself as farce
Biting the benighting right in the arse
Fighting indicting but stupefied
To fail unavailing at what it tried
The power that eats itself now knows
How it defeats itself and down it goes
Seeing beckoning on every side
A reckoning with being rectified

Not for the first time lessons unlearned
Will be repeated until they are learned
Not for the last time the truth denied
Will come in season some reason returned
To the aggrieved who believed it all
But were deceived by the tower to fall
For real when the wheel of fortune turned

Up from roots out from under the tower
Green shoots are about to sprout and flower



Steven Curtis Lance







May 13, 2018, 11:45 pm


Shall These Bones Live?



I



All over the world the authoritarians
Sack their countries like barbarians
Over and over the pattern can be seen

And if you live under one you know what I mean
We understand how it is to be
Under an overreaching authority

Subjected to be subjects of its madness and
Seeing through sadness we understand
In our being human beings in between

In the same boat with nothing left but who we are
We who come through having come this far
No one else controls our souls but you and me

When we all remember who we are after all
The authoritarians will fall



II



An unsuccessful suicide
I learned how to live from having died
Skeletalized remains remain
And I feel it in my bones to be
Shall these bones live? Yes we agree
To be but how we cannot explain

What is left of me is haunted
But I have all I ever wanted
Having been shown that what I do
Is what the universe wants me to
I cannot though I do complain
But not today not how it is now

Becoming some of how somehow
By what I learned from the other side



III



When I am the grandfather of a Scot
Am I grandfathered in then or am I not
As a Scot maybe inheriting back
Any inherent Scottishness I may lack?

Not a Scot I wonder but in one way
Or another grandfathered in anyway
Granddaughtered in in Edinbur-agh soon
Any day now due on the second of June

Thank you Maria thank you Martin too
This soon to be Scot will be because of you
Whatever her name is (I like surprise)
New hope will arise when she opens her eyes

And she will recognize us Scot or not
When I am granddaughtered in no matter what



Steven Curtis Lance







May 12, 2018, 6:59 pm


Granddaughtered In



When I am the grandfather of a Scot
Am I grandfathered in then or am I not
As a Scot maybe inheriting back
Any inherent Scottishness I may lack?

Not a Scot I wonder but in one way
Or another grandfathered in anyway
Granddaughtered in in Edinbur-agh soon
Any day now due on the second of June

Thank you Maria thank you Martin too
This soon to be Scot will be because of you
Whatever her name is (I like surprise)
New hope will arise when she opens her eyes

And she will recognize us Scot or not
When I am granddaughtered in no matter what



Steven Curtis Lance







May 11, 2018, 8:24 pm


The Authoritarians



All over the world the authoritarians
Sack their countries like barbarians
Over and over the pattern can be seen

And if you live under one you know what I mean
We understand how it is to be
Under an overreaching authority

Subjected to be subjects of its madness and
Seeing through sadness we understand
In our being human beings in between

In the same boat with nothing left but who we are
We who come through having come this far
No one else controls our souls but you and me

When we all remember who we are after all
The authoritarians will fall



Steven Curtis Lance







May 10, 2018, 7:35 pm


After All



for Franziska on a bright blue day



I



The voices of the leaders on the news
Hurt my head as they try to confuse
As indeed they succeed but not with me
These are not the voices in my head
Given the choice to read all about it
I would rather but would rather not

I could change my mind but rather doubt it
Their destroying is annoying but
I could be making something new instead
So should take this opportunity
To do it with as I do without it
Get on with it with what I have got

But hearing that fearful stupidity
Is the headache I choose to refuse



II



We get two ways to say it and yet neither one
Has what it takes to sound serious
To say your-anus not to say urine-us
Sounds unheavenly for the seventh round the sun
Talk about Uranus either way
Is forever awkward whichever we may

Urine-us your-anus either one
The planet whose name makes it awkward to say



III



I say what I want to anyway
Everything is crazy and so am I
But having said Uranus both ways
Seventh-round-the-sun is the one that stays

Everything looks hazy but the sky
Through a crack in society today
I can see it all when after all
I have seen the leaders rise and then fall

But I know the love I feel is real
Outliving them out for a better deal
If not forgiving them not just yet
It takes a lot of living to forget

I will wait until fate has its way
Out here at the Hi-Desert hideaway



Steven Curtis Lance







May 10, 2018, 1:28 pm


The Headache I Choose to Refuse



The voices of the leaders on the news
Hurt my head as they try to confuse
As indeed they succeed but not with me
These are not the voices in my head
Given the choice to read all about it
I would rather but would rather not

I could change my mind but rather doubt it
Their destroying is annoying but
I could be making something new instead
So should take this opportunity
To do it with as I do without it
Get on with it with what I have got

But hearing that fearful stupidity
Is the headache I choose to refuse



Steven Curtis Lance







May 2, 2018, 5:12 pm


Having to Be



for Franziska on a rainy day



The clouds are low and heavy with snow
And the wind is about to blow
Over the mountain that mounts the sky
Blow me a rainbow now as I
Wonder about it under the mist
Of it all in the falling rain
Across the valley where I remain
Glad I was too mad to resist
When I had to be mad to let go

When it was in the hands of fate
Then because it was too late to wait
Whether to but whether or not
To get it the only choice I got
Let go to forget everything
To get to end up by transcending
Having to fall to rise the way
I did to my surprise anyway
Here for my Hollywood ending

The sky says to me and so I say
There must be some reason for me
To get to and not forget to be
Having been worse the better to
Be my best for the rest to come true
This must be it and how I know
It is now is somehow I persist
Though many seasons having been

Having to be here I am again
The universe and I insist



Steven Curtis Lance







May 1, 2018, 2:39 am


Uranus



We get two ways to say it and yet neither one
Has what it takes to sound serious
To say your-anus not to say urine-us
Sounds unheavenly for the seventh round the sun
Talk about Uranus either way
Is forever awkward whichever we may

Urine-us your-anus either one
The planet whose name makes it awkward to say



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 25, 2018, 8:03 pm


The Singing Sky



A change of season is the reason why
Although nearly blowing me away
Here I can hear what the wind has to say

The rising fall of its sighing call
When the unseen can be seen after all
The word overheard between the sky

A bird knew what it meant as it went by
Was sent to sing what the wind will bring

Until all the birds and I join to sing
Along with the wind that in the end
Will blow us all away when we transcend

Bringing the dust of the birds and me
Into the singing sky just to be free

As we must be it turns out to go
On going I learned the hard way to know
What to let go of when life goes on

Love goes on too as what life is about
But I had to go mad to find out
Holding on to love when all else is gone

I hear no fear in the wind today
Ringing in the spring singing it to be
Bringing in a new reality

As I grow nearer to blowing away
I can hear what the wind has to say
As clearly as I hear the singing sky

A change of season is the reason I
Know I go on going anyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 5, 2018, 9:09 pm


Not So Bad



Though improbably I am probably
Happier than I have ever been
Somehow before now having never been
To be incoincidentally
In the end to see transcendentally
Having found out my way out is in

For my happy ever after to be
Seeing in the end what I can see
Now that I can somehow happier than
Ever though I never was before
Because I thought I had seen everything

Having been so long seeing nothing
I thought that was all but seeing some more
Being some more seeing what I can
I see how I am now is not so bad

A concession of depression to
The progress of the process of disease
Multifoliate realities
Unfolding like the lotus coming true

Not so bad if I had to go mad
To be glad to be if I had to fall
Down through that crack in society
To get up where I had to be to let
Go and go see what I had to get

I had to go free to see this is it
Had to arrive at this the hard way
Having survived it I may as well stay
See what I mean in the in between

If from the perspective of an old man
Now I recall I am after all
Just glad to see that old man must be me
Being glad to be me finally
Better late than never my best for last

Learning the meaning of life from death
Here in between this heartbeat and this breath
Now between the future and the past
To wonder when the unseen may be seen
But until seeing what does it mean
To understand being but to be glad?

Not so bad if I had to go mad
In the end to see transcendentally



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 4, 2018, 3:20 am


Shooting Stars



Not all falling stars fall
Some are shooting after all
And so I am rooting
For the stars that are shooting
Tonight but peacefully
Right across the sky from me

Wherever they may go
That they go on even though
Into the dark ocean
Arcing sparking as they fly
Making a commotion
By their taking to the sky

I wish them all the best
They are braver than the rest



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 3, 2018, 12:37 am


Lancean



I want my poems to sing like spells
Spring to ring like haunting bells
Within the tinntabulations of
Incantations of my love
In an out of the ordinary
Bout of extraordinary
If not swordplay wordplay anyway
Saying what I have to say
As I fancy my Lancean way
Like my father before me
To know who I am by poetry



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 23, 2018, 8:51 pm


Changeability



The rain blows in sideways
Between the winter and the spring
On one of those between days
In the meaning of the seasons
When changing is the thing

Two seasons unseasonably
For unchanging reasons
Blow on go on rearranging
The clouds to show how changing
Is the thing that is unchanging
Here between now and always

It may be what it means to be
Or what it means to me
Is to be up for anything

Here between now or never
For the ever of whatever
May be or maybe not
I understand but wonder what
A change of season brings

Maybe the ability
To change with changeability
Ongoing in the sky
With rainbows when the rain blows by
May be what it means to go
On going as the way we grow
In the in between of things



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 20, 2018, 7:49 am


Sui Generis



for my friend Philip Matogo



I find myself one of a kind but I
Want to live it up and not give up and die
Though haunted to and having wanted to
Before but no more now I know what to do
Having lived it down to rise like the sun
Sui generis as a species of one

They tell me I fell like a star one day
When there was an omen in the sky they say
Freak thunder and lightning when I was born
Geographically Californian
A freak of nature for a unicorn
Astrologically Capricornian

Heretical theologically
Poetical but theoretically
An illogical manic-depressive
Maniacally logical obsessive
Paranoid schizophrenic psychotic
Son of a hitman who was a poet too
Rising like the sun falling like a star

If you are ready for something exotic
Doing my best brings out the best in me
Solitarily pursuing destiny
In human solidarity I find
Myself one of a kind but the human kind
If only in the distance from afar

Quixotically sui generis
But my species being human doing this



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 15, 2018, 10:48 pm


Nothing Left But Love



At the lockdown psychiatric hospital
The hospitality was hostile
But I met a Russian ballerina there
Who taught me to care and not to care

It took the darkness for me to look and see
What it took from not to be to be
The hard way is how I learned what I know now
Having become an old man somehow

They tell me I used to be somebody but
Then the world turned upside down for me
When I fell through a crack in society

Not up to be upside down I fell
Not up to me until I bounced out of hell
To become somebody lesser-than
More or less who nonetheless do what I can

Like I did when I got rid of what
Appeared to be but apparently was not
Or what conveniently got rid of
Me agreeing between us to disagree

Leaving me with nothing left but love
Haunted to recall what I learned the hard way
Love is all I wanted anyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 12, 2018, 7:50 am


I Hope



dum spiro spero



I hope for the best
Between trying not to get
My hopes up and yet
Trying not to get depressed

I hope for the rest
Of this incarnation of
Me to rise above
My situation by love

I hope to transcend
Among friends along about
Sunset to find out
What it all means in the end

I hope to forget
It to get but not regret
It I hope to let
Go of what does not go on

I hope to let it
Be the better to let me
Be to remember
Who I am in December

I hope to still be
And to be still and to know
I hope I will go
On and grow till I am gone



Steven Curtis Lance










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