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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 18, 2016, 11:34 pm


Transcendence



for Maria, Stevie, and Teddy



I



I pushed back from the table
While I was able
Excused myself from the fable
And origin myth
Bereft of what was left with
Nothing in its place
But nothingness a space of grace
Where I stood to be
Myself originally

When I saw nobody else would
Then I understood
Got up and got out when I could
As soon as I got
To know what was from what was not
And so I got to know who
I was too because
Nobody else was who I was
None but for one but
Me so I stood up for me

To stand in solidarity
In the in between
With many knowing what I mean
Knowing what to do
For anybody standing too
Now or knowing going through
You are going to
Understanding being free
Seeing you standing up to be

I stand there with you



II



My dogs are getting old and walking stiff
But so am I and it is not as if
Any we three are for many years more
But these years are better than those before

Presently presented with being now
The future like a present from the past
Seeing how everything works out somehow
Going on going until it is gone

Through the rest to the best and at the last
Transcendence in the presence of my friends
Not so bad now if this is how it ends
Living on poetry but living on

Yes I went through hell but survived to tell
About it so I guess I might as well
But from the point of looking back at what
Was then disappointment but now is not

Keeping a standing appointment to be
With the universe understanding me



III



As tomorrow turns yesterday
Turns out I only know such
As I may remember today
Learned lonely and the hard way

The only way I knew to know
Something how somehow to see
Whatever it was I should was
By something happening to
Me as many things would and do
As anything could and does

But I got what I had to get
Through regret to not forget
Things I remember now because
What was easy never got
My attention but what was not
Was what I never forgot

I wondered but I understood
Lessons learned for my own good
Having to learn them anyway
As they repeated until
Completely learned becoming what
To overcome if I could

To come to be becoming still
Unforgotten now each scar
I got shows how I reached this far
In December on I go

Remembering such as I know
Not enough and yet too much



Steven Curtis Lance







Aug 13, 2016, 11:30 pm


Between Now and Never



I



It rained today surprisingly
Its petrichor surprising me
In my window on the wind when
I knew before I saw it then
What had been and was glad it was
That it had been for me because
The thunder I had heard had been
Here wondering if I was in

But by the time I went to see
The rain had come and gone again



II



My grandfather had but a tonsure of hair
That once upon a time they said was red
My father the hitman had bristles up there

Between these two extremes is how my head
Seems Benjamin Franklinesque now I suppose
Like neither and yet both actually

What we have in common is the poetry
And we all three got this Lancean nose
When we got what we got genetically

Gracing the faces of sons who have been
And the ones growing up showing once again
What I got from them that they got from me

What a daughter got too in the feminine
That goes on going now coming from then
Is this nose as it grows through my family



III



Getting old was how I learned to wait
In the letting go of what comes by fate
What comes of becoming whenever
Coming to be between now and never
And what goes too the hard way because
I saw how it comes and goes as it does
Thought it was forever but for now
Is how it is that I know this somehow

Ready now or never for whatever
Not in a hurry already late



Steven Curtis Lance







Aug 9, 2016, 10:09 pm


Paradise Valley Rhapsody



I



At the wall
No coming back
From the fall
Down through the crack

After all
Come from I guess
Nothing less
Than nothingness

Nothing more
After before
Written on
Water and gone

Except for
The scars you see
Left on me
Like acid then

But I saw when
I was in
The in between
What I mean

By having been
In it got
Out of it what
Becomes true

What coming through
Comes to me
That comes to be
What I do

Sent and meant to
Hope that you
Will read it and
Understand



II



Marisol came in from out
And with her dusty snout
Poked and joked about with me
Spoke solidarity

That is what we spoke about
As beings glad to be
Seeing the reality
Of empathy no doubt
About it here we are

Coming in from out this far
Whatever it may mean
Our way out is in between
Us in our empathy

Being universally
Our time is never up
For forever fills the cup
And though we go we go
On going even so

Seeing coming in from out
Is what being is about



III



May I be here
Year after year
Not ending gone
Transcending on
Up through the fear

When it got worse
I knew it would
Get better when
I got through then
To now again

I knew I could
Be understood
On my way in
The only way
Out anyway

Not forever
But whatever
This however
Or how for now
Is how somehow

If not quite what
I might have thought
I understand
The universe
Written on sand

And if from dust
To dust I must
Be I become
What I have come
Through to and from

That I may be
And maybe do
What there is to
Up through the fear
May I be here



Steven Curtis Lance







Aug 6, 2016, 11:01 pm


The Way it Ends is it Transcends



Coming to be so long why should I stay
A long way along anyway?
To me it may be curiosity
About it and the way it ends
Coming a long way circuitously
Becoming me curiously

Adventuring with some friends alongside
Who venturing went on to see
The never before whatever would be
Glad I had them along with me
Some along some long on the other side

The way it ends is it transcends
When we go on at the end of the ride
That some think is over but then
For some overcoming becoming when
To go on not to be gone and
To come to become from another side

Going to come to be again
I wonder but I think I understand
To go on still until I know
Going on coming to think so I go
On knowing life goes on this way

Out on my way in alone but with friends
The way it ends is it transcends



Steven Curtis Lance







Jul 29, 2016, 1:32 am


Not Anymore



My grandfather Lance was a hundred-and-two
In Sedona Arizona where the red rocks said
Though old enough to die you must live instead
Just what he would do because he was a poet too

My father the hitman was seventy-five
A poet like his son at sixty-one still alive
In a hideaway in the Hi-Desert here
A reasonable madman in a season of fear

But my grandfather Gibson was thirty-four
Because he was a tough guy who lived his life too fast
Like any of many after and before
Presented with his past by that knocking at the door

Johnny the Barber whose luck ran out at last
When though he was a tough guy death said not anymore



Steven Curtis Lance







Jul 23, 2016, 7:53 pm


A Desert Bird In the In Between



for Franziska



I



In the in between
Franziska here we are
You know what I mean
So near me though so far

Time and space belong
To us for being strong
So I am with you
As you and I come through

Together become
Together overcome
The shadow of fear
Together being here

Knowing that we mean
To be and to be free
In the in between
Where you are here with me



II



Stars like burning candles in the night
Distant lightning flashing at the edge of sight
Thunder crashing just out of hearing
Far away tonight somewhere must be raining

Beyond the horizon appearing
Rising surprisingly the moon though waning
Comes as it goes without explaining
Being itself seeing no need to know why
Over the mountains under the sky

Some say something must be the matter to be
That solitary this far away
Ending up willowy and otherworldly
Like the moon transcending on its own

But it just turns out I like to be alone
Ending transcending finding my way
Mindful that for this it matters to be free
Now seeing being itself I see
How being myself is what matters to me

And to understand is not to try
To understand though I wonder but to be
Here and now to see reality
Unfolding like the lotus all around me

Seeing it being where it found me
Not to walk out until the end of the play
Going on going still I will stay
Seeing for myself being itself is why
Enough to be for me anyway



III



I write my poetry
As the to do of my to be
As what I do as me

I know I know nothing but I
Think I think I can see
Through many seasons reasons why
Any of which apply
As it has come to be this way
Becoming me today

My understood reality
To wonder by to have
Now come to be the how of who
I am as what I do

And it is in the sharing of
This between me and you
These words heard in the in between
Where you know what I mean
That having looked I find where love
Went bringing me in too

Singing like a desert bird in
The night where I have been
Heard in the in between again



Steven Curtis Lance







Jul 22, 2016, 9:53 pm


Entre Nous



In the in between
Franziska here we are
You know what I mean
So near me though so far

Time and space belong
To us for being strong
So I am with you
As you and I come through

Together become
Together overcome
The shadow of fear
Together being here

Knowing that we mean
To be and to be free
In the in between
Where you are here with me



Steven Curtis Lance







Jul 19, 2016, 11:22 pm


Desert Bird in the Night



I write my poetry
As the to do of my to be
As what I do as me

I know I know nothing but I
Think I think I can see
Through many seasons reasons why
Any of which apply
As it has come to be this way
Becoming me today

My understood reality
To wonder by to have
Now come to be the how of who
I am as what I do

And it is in the sharing of
This between me and you
These words heard in the in between
Where you know what I mean
That having looked I find where love
Went bringing me in too

Singing like a desert bird in
The night where I have been
Heard in the in between again



Steven Curtis Lance







Jul 16, 2016, 2:03 am


Caninity



Little and large dogs
Big and small dogs
Shy and take-charge dogs
I love all dogs
And they love me though
Maybe for me
Big dogs may be best
Having a hound
Maybe two around

Sniffing about
With a snorting snout
Bound to attack
Like the hounds of hell
For all you know
You never can tell
Or bound to bound
Around and astound

Sorting it out
Detectives as well
Having my back
Policing the grounds
Release the hounds
When I get depressed
Loving them when
Saving me again

Loving the rest
Too one having two
Being one who
Got through Marisol
And Bowser to
Know two of them so
To love them all
Our affinity
Caninity

Hounds of a pack
I am part of too



Steven Curtis Lance







Jul 5, 2016, 10:53 pm


Laughing Last



Once my life was not so nice
Nor was I once or twice
Before I got to Paradise
This Valley anyway

But having gotten here makes
Me feel I have got what it takes
To be nice no reason not
To be content with what I got
Through what I got today
For going through hell before
To Paradise to know what for
But to forget the rest

I guess maybe what I earned
Repeating lessons until learned
For having passed the test

Here now for more what for I
Feel nice without having to try
I may be so I may
Even when I get depressed
Feel lucky maybe even blessed
In Paradise they say
Lucky then or blessed now here
For more before I disappear

How I say yes this way
To the laughter after then
Before now nice to laugh again
When laughing last is best



Steven Curtis Lance







Jul 3, 2016, 8:16 pm


Why Enough



Stars like burning candles in the night
Distant lightning flashing at the edge of sight
Thunder crashing just out of hearing
Far away tonight somewhere must be raining

Beyond the horizon appearing
Rising surprisingly the moon though waning
Comes as it goes without explaining
Being itself seeing no need to know why
Over the mountains under the sky

Some say something must be the matter to be
That solitary this far away
Ending up willowy and otherworldly
Like the moon transcending on its own

But it just turns out I like to be alone
Ending transcending finding my way
Mindful that for this it matters to be free
Now seeing being itself I see
How being myself is what matters to me

And to understand is not to try
To understand though I wonder but to be
Here and now to see reality
Unfolding like the lotus all around me

Seeing it being where it found me
Not to walk out until the end of the play
Going on going still I will stay
Seeing for myself being itself is why
Enough to be for me anyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Jul 3, 2016, 12:13 pm


Being Myself



When people ask me about it I say
Something must be the matter with me to be
Such a lone lobo and so far away
Described as willowy and otherworldly
Arriving at transcendence on my own

But it just turns out I like to be alone
Transcending at the end finding my way
Mindful that for that it matters to be free
For being itself seeing what I see
That being myself is what matters to me



Steven Curtis Lance







Jul 2, 2016, 6:08 am


Stars Like Burning Candles



Stars like burning candles in the night
Distant lightning flashing at the edge of sight
Thunder crashing just out of hearing
Far away tonight somewhere must be raining

Beyond the horizon appearing
Rising surprisingly the moon though waning
Comes as it goes without explaining
Being itself seeing no need to know why
Over the mountains under the sky

I wonder but I understand if I try
Not to try to understand but be
Here now to wonder who see reality
Unfold like the lotus around me

Seeing it be now being where it found me
Seeing how being itself is why



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 22, 2016, 10:48 pm


To Write the Night Away



My superego knows it should
My ego thinks it could
My id idiotically
Insisting it would be
Resisting destiny not to
Be persisting so I do
Seeing as how I see
Myself and I agree with me
Seeing me now being who
Would go on going on

When people ask me about it I say
Something must be the matter with me to be
Such a lone lobo and so far away
Described as willowy and otherworldly
Arriving at transcendence on my own

But it just turns out I like to be alone
Transcending at the end finding my way
Mindful that for that it matters to be free
For being itself seeing what I see
That being myself is what matters to me

To write the night away like this
And send it like a kiss
To faraway friends everywhere
Across the sea I see there
You shine here in my sky
Tonight as the light I see by
To see me through my dawn
Seeing you as being why
I should and could and so I would
Go on until I am gone



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 19, 2016, 6:50 pm


You know how to draw me
Out again
You know how to thaw me
Out from in
You are will be have been
Not apart
From but a part of what
Is or not
Of me to be a part
Of my heart







Jun 18, 2016, 7:17 pm


For Franziska



How long has it been?
I always forget

Along about now
Being with you in
The in between met
And yet unmet how
Far along we are

After and before
All along the way
So close and so far
Seeing us be for
Always anyway

How long has it been?
Not long enough yet



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 13, 2016, 9:16 pm


Thoroughgoingly Thankful



With some ongoing ingoing and yes
A little obsessively with a growing
Reputation being thoroughgoing

Unusually depressed usually
With some thoroughgoing seriousness
Left over from being German Lutheran

Es ist was es ist I guess more or less
With some thoroughgoing mysteriousness
From having been more but then lesser-than

An unusually unusual man
Not for everyone I confess but I
Sense we transcendentally identify

Between us to see in the in between
Each other like stars and to know what we mean
Sparks through the dark our thoughts arc to the sky

In German we say die Gedanken sind frei
That thoughts are free or that they ought to be
Though what I was taught does not seem free to me

Our thoughts are free as stars as far as we
Can see to wonder and that we do is why
We understand us unusually

I am thoroughgoingly thankful for you
Wonderful who understand like you do
There to share the sky I wonder under too



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 11, 2016, 6:03 pm


Coming Through



Having played with fire and getting burned
Flown too close to the sun having known
Falling all the way but having flown

Surviving but regretting I learned
Arriving at forgetting it turned
Out the it to get is to forget

Striving at arriving though not yet
But I get it to get past regret
Day by day at last get what I earned

Coming through death and having returned
I remember the best surviving
Try to forget the rest arriving

As I get it to forget is how
By surviving then I arrive now
As this is it when I get to be

All I have got but a lot for me
To wonder about the way I do
How I understand now coming true

Coming through hell as I fell I knew
Someday I would tell somebody who
Like any of many wonders too

Like me maybe you when here we are
Then getting now forgetting this far
Survivors arriving when we see

All of the sadness all of the pain
All of the madness is not in vain
Somebody else coming through like me



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 10, 2016, 6:59 am


Non Moriar Sed Vivam



When life asked if I
Would rather live or die
Non moriar sed
Vivam is what I said

When I thought of us
Thought Deo gratias
Gratefully for you

All my friends who know who
You are who are why
When death asked me to go
I knew to say no

To stay with you instead
Non moriar sed
Vivam is what I said



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 5, 2016, 1:00 am


History



Authoritarians would
Like to boss us around if they could
To do what they think we should

Their boss would say hop to it
With us at a loss but to do it
Being louder than we are

The boss speaks conspiracy
Like that guy at the end of the bar
Fear spoken here sounds bossy

The fearful found their strongman
To impose the authority of
Those made too afraid to love

Though some refuse to get it
Those choosing fear come to regret it
Seeing it being before

Something that was understood
Through horror and war as nothing good
Fought then ought be now no more

Some want it to come to be
Then haunting now unbecomingly
Triumphalist and glossy

Needing us as lesser-than
The needy authoritarian
Others us familiarly

I was taught we fought and died
To stop what the last time this was tried
Had come because some let it

Greedy for authority
A fearful earful of othering
Rearview-mirror smothering

Not to be the boss of me
Remembering when some forget it
What I got from history



Steven Curtis Lance







May 29, 2016, 9:05 pm


Sunday



Go to the ant thou sluggard
I heard myself say

Wondering if I were one
To an ant as I lay
In the sun on the Sunday
Of Memorial Day

Through the birds some words I heard
From Sunday far away
Once remembered in the sun
Not in church but neither
Was this ant either

I went to the ant and was
Understood because
As if sent as if to say
What they meant it said:

Let each be its own way
You who seem a slugabed
Are busy in your head
Writing poetry
Busy but invisibly

Words for other birds
As busy as a bee
Or in other words
Busy like an ant like me

Others go to church instead
Let us let us be



Steven Curtis Lance







May 27, 2016, 10:01 pm


By Heart



To find what I seek
I think before I speak
I mind what I say
But I find out this way

The meaning between
What is said but unsaid
That we mean instead
In between what is said

Heard between words what
Is said and what is not
But is anyway
Between us that we mean

To find what we seek
Unapart another
Part of each other
Between the words we speak

Who seek what we find
When the heart speaks its mind
To find us a part
Of each other by heart



Steven Curtis Lance







May 26, 2016, 7:29 am


To Realize Surprise



Having thought a lot
Having thought about it
A lot that I thought
I knew I did not

Having come to doubt it
Then now I know what
I did not that I do

Not knowing but
Not having to

Thought it out and got
It when I thought it through
That I never knew

Having thought again
About it now is when
Opening my eyes
To realize surprise

Not having to know
But find out as I go



Steven Curtis Lance







May 23, 2016, 10:51 am


Between Us



Lately my poetry
Is the summing up
Of my reality

Who I am and what
I am fated to be
That is coming up
Now from inside of me

Bittersweet not sour
Somehow at this late hour
Like a memory

Not of what has been but
Is always again
Insight from inside when
The way out is in

The meaning in between
Within us to see
Is us ultimately

Lately I have been
Seeing the meaning of
Life being the love
Between us finally

Seeing how we could
Now being understood
Seeing being seen

You and I as we
Who know what we mean



Steven Curtis Lance







May 17, 2016, 8:34 pm


That Certain Cryptic Confidence



Startled schizophrenia asks "what is that?"
Jaded depression asks "what does it matter?"
Both of them me I agree with the latter

Paranoia says it is directed at
Me to see it could be a conspiracy!

But paranoia does that likes to flatter
Itself as the center of the universe
I would get that too and yet it could be worse

I think because my father was a hitman
Who was these too is the thing that makes me tough

Not excusing anyone of anything
Unlike many not accusing anyone
Just that this of all things must be just the thing

Getting it early on getting along an
Anomaly not looking for a strongman

Kind of having my doubts about one instead
Glad to lose the dad issues having had done
With haunting before not wanting any more

Having had my own madman having been sad
Getting over a strongman having had one

When the less insane are out shouting about
What they are afraid of from the inside out
Letting go and getting better not too bad

Hearing an earful of fearful strongman stuff
I find me to my mind to be strong enough

Myself another madman but other than
That a getting of it and a getting at
It without fear that is what I am here for

How somehow now as his one surviving son
I get on with what it takes that makes this that
"Certain cryptic confidence" as one man said

This is what he meant about what went no doubt
Given through the blood to the living from the dead



Steven Curtis Lance










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