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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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May 14, 2017, 9:04 pm


Interesting Times



They said it was a Chinese curse
But whatever it was is getting worse
Living in interesting times
When what is real is hard to feel sometimes

Teaching me about timelessness
Reaching out for reality in rhymes
Like magic spells from long ago

The things I learned the hard way on the go
On going of the growing of
The knowing that reality is love
And what is not is meaningless

Because it never really was at all
After all but before the fall
Enters into winter's uncertainties

At the beginning of the end
Of what never was in time to transcend
When thoughts are free and so am I
To say yes or no to these times that try

I might as well be trying too
Through the vanities of inanities
Time for me to be timelessly
To be what is real in reality

I get this is what to get through
If this is it to forget or regret
I get this is the it I get

Forgetting regretting and getting it
Is not a curse and not Chinese
But the unfolding of the universe
Like I am too or trying to

And if this is it I will be and do
My best and let the rest go by
Having said no to being saying yes

Seeing love is nevertheless
The meaning of things in the in between
The lines where things are when they mean
Within the in between of lines like these



Steven Curtis Lance







May 6, 2017, 8:01 pm


It



On this sunny windy Saturday in May
Today when I say these things I say
I can honestly tell you now I may be
Feeling pretty good about being

May as well stay for the rest of it seeing
Me being something like happily
Letting myself get away with something good

Letting me be getting understood
By others as another feels good I could
Be and would be feeling like maybe
More than any of many this is the thing
That brings me through nothing to something

To feel realized into reality
That this is it but it is for me



Steven Curtis Lance







May 4, 2017, 5:16 pm


My Way Out is In



Something from nothing
Cosmos out of chaos
New reality

By creating something
Making something where
There had been nothing there
Regaining the loss
That was gaining on me

The shadow behind
Always there to remind
Shrinks back from me when
I make something again

Something like this how
I overcome it now
By what comes to mind
The light by which I see
Coming from within

Becoming me I find
Making something be
There where nothing had been

My way out is in



Steven Curtis Lance







May 1, 2017, 12:18 am


Spring is the Thing



The mountain is melting in the sun
Spring is the thing now that winter is done
Summer is coming becoming me
A season that gives me a reason to be

One with the sun out wondering when
Under understanding ultrabright then
Living in the most forgiving one
Of four once more outliving winter again

So it gets better though I get old
Regretting forgetting and it gets cold
After the fall of all has begun
But whatever fate has for me has to wait

Spring is the thing now that winter is done
And now is how it is never too late



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 26, 2017, 6:42 pm


This Cry of Us



non moriar sed vivam



We get here and let out a cry
Not knowing what to say
But announcing our arrival

Before the words we mean
What afterwards is in between

As our way of saying here I
Am for now anyway
Arriving at my survival

Coming to be to do
What it is I am supposed to

Haunted to want to get going
With getting on with it
As soon as we get our first breath

What comes out as this cry
Of us to live and not to die

Not knowing the words yet knowing
That this is it to get
At this matter of life and death

This cry of us to be
Is what poetry is to me



Steven Curtis Lance







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



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