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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 22, 2016, 10:48 pm


The Light I See By (work in progress...)



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
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 how the light I see by
Will see me through my dawn
Seeing you now 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
Where you have always been







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







May 12, 2016, 11:32 am


Curiosity



If I cannot forget
At least I can not regret
Though I remember still
I can go on so I will

I who learned the hard way
Yesterday to know today
That I may never know
Until the end anyway
Am open to surprise

So I let go then to go
On going even though
Being so long now to be
For seeing how it goes

Of to be or not I chose
To go ahead and see
Opening my hoping eyes
I understand I guess
Though I wonder nonetheless

I go on being me
Having come from no to yes
Go on now I suppose
For my curiosity



Steven Curtis Lance







May 11, 2016, 1:45 am


Plastic Bag in Paradise



Discarded it defied us
And became detritus
Washed up in the desert where
I see it flapping there

Plastic bag in Paradise
Stuck on a Teddy Bear
Cholla you make me think twice
About my groceries

Thrown away but here you are
Blown in flown out so far
Returning to indict us
For our absurdities

Stuck on a thorn a warning
Is flapping in the air
In Paradise this morning
But could be anywhere



Steven Curtis Lance







May 7, 2016, 11:00 pm


Otherwise



Listening to the songs
Of these desert birds
I realize the words
In an avian native tongue
Each have specificity
That may be lost between
Us do not mean us
Being one another
Otherwise and other

But the meaning belongs
Universally
To the otherwise who
Recognize this song being sung
Seeing how I sing it too
Know somehow what they mean
Showing between us
The universe conspiring
For us for aspiring

Otherwise and other
Being one another



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 30, 2016, 1:39 am


The Carnival



The question was when I was a kid
Would I go the carnival
Look at the girls who looked at me too
Face our incarnate arrival?

Could clumsy kids be graceful we who
Were unsure about survival
Arriving could we survive us when
We came face to face with our fears?

Had to but would be sad had we not

So I should go is what I thought
Overcoming some fears I got rid
Of the hard way over the years
Sometimes over and over again

Going through this life was showing
Me how it does now what it would do
When life went on like it meant to
Showing it meant I should be going

Had to but would be glad I did



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 28, 2016, 11:02 pm


More or Less



My life has not turned out like I thought it would
But thinking about it turned out to be good
Not really thinking about the sky until
I was in a cage then but now I do still

And thinking about it I have understood
What went through hell came out well through less to more
Or less a secret I never knew before
I learned it more or less turned out like it should

I could have loved and laughed more hurried worried less
But more or less it turned out like it should I guess



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 26, 2016, 12:44 am


Not Again



The young are told by the old now is then
Stand still and stay tuned say turn back to back when
You were still buying until you were sold
Lying they say time now for then again still
A few complying will be sold to do as told

I am old too but I am not like that
To "stand athwart history yelling stop" and
Refusing to lose now then winning at
Getting people choosing to misunderstand
Willfully keep the sheep skillfully in their fold
Our time is now they say but it has been
And having been then not to be now again

What anybody knows about today
Is it is not about to be yesterday
Being how many I have been and may
Be say now is what is seeing then is what
Is not anything that is but is what is not

I remember then because I was there
Through those years of history the mystery
To me was how the fearful came to be
Too easy to scare when I became aware
Of a strange fear of change then in the air
When it was then the old now dead skillfully
Willfully misled the fearful headed nowhere

Now for the living or then for the dead
Time never turned back ever learned to stand still
Went forward as if sent relentlessly
Though then never meant to now went on ahead
Realized in the real time of reality

I find time does not turn back but away
Now from then when then again is in its way
So whose time it is if any instead
Of many who bought then and thought it was how
To make time stand still when it will not now
Turns out to be those who learn being timely
To know when seeing then to say no not again



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 16, 2016, 7:54 pm


The Family Plot



We have a family plot
And by this I do not
Mean paranoia but graves
Where a family saves
Spaces in places for their dead

But I sold mine instead
So no space in place for me
Not to be so to be
Just what I must do somehow
Having to be immortal now

Written out of the plot by
Being too poor to die
Every day is a bonus
Day free of the onus
Of day-to-day mortality

But should reality
Someday at last disagree
At least my family
Is not in Fairhaven where
Their plot is not to be their lot

Where they were never really
Neither will I be there
What makes reality real
Takes us elsewhere who feel
Together still for everywhere



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 15, 2016, 3:42 pm


Gardenia Weather



My mother wore gardenias in her hair
From the bush in front of the front porch there
At 145 North Cleveland Street when
My grandma floated them like sailboats in
Bowls of cool water in the shadows of
The dining room windows smelling like love

In the summer when I was a child and
School was about to get out I was glad
A 1958 Packard would wait
With Grandpa packed from Yuma at the gate
Though they were all mad they were not all bad
I wondered then but now I understand

The family that had me that I had
Together in gardenia weather then



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 13, 2016, 7:21 pm


My Mailman



My mailman always calls me boss
And volunteered to never toss
My packages over the gate
But first to honk and then to wait

When we first met and never yet
Forgot but brought what he did not
Forget was thoughtful as he thought
He ought and brings the things I get

What sent that went across the sea
To cross the desert presently
Presents a pleasant present when
He waits out at the gate again

Someone who knows about what goes
But comes around and I suppose
I sent what went but found its way
As what my mailman brought today



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 11, 2016, 9:02 pm


The Unexpected Kiss



Myself and I agreed with me
When I myself said to me let
It be what has not happened yet
Let it be and let us let it

To let it be is to get free
Of second-guessed reality
The table set for guests unmet
As yet whose fate is wait and see
Thankful to be at the banquet

When not to be was not to be
We left not to be behind us
To be though it was not what we
Expected kept an open mind

Where I myself find me to find
One mind though open found unsound
But mindful my hopeful heart found
Love knows what goes comes back around
The unexpected kiss that is
What this is when we let it be

When this is it then it is this
So this is why but also how
To be for me or not and miss
My chance when I see this is it
Having outlived to outlove now

Let it be and let us be too
This life to love and give and get
Through the rest to the best who let
It be what has not happened yet

When this is it then this is what
It is to be do we or not
Accept the unexpected kiss
Expecting us let it find us?
To be may be to say we do



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 7, 2016, 10:47 pm


Thank You Anyway



Thank you universe
Or whoever you
Whatever who may be
Out there somewhere
Whatever they call
You or God after all
Afar like a star

It could have been worse
Though maybe you knew
And that was you with me
When I was out there
Then but got through
Where maybe you were too
So maybe you are

Be that as it may
Thank you anyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 6, 2016, 6:21 pm


Garbage Truck in Paradise



A garbage truck is snorting
Careening and cavorting
Up the hill and seems to fall
Back but gets there after all

Garbage truck in Paradise
Valley up the alleyway
Once a week that seems like twice
Up it goes but knows the way

It always seems like it will
Not get back to the landfill
Doing what it cannot but
Still it does no matter what

Once like twice when it is nice
Once it does then goes away
Garbage truck in Paradise
Valley up the alleyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 4, 2016, 10:34 pm


This Minute



On an ultrabright blue day
I am out in it to win it and may
As out here as I am in
This minute how I win it now this way

Ready for spring to begin
Although unsteady hanging on again
So maybe I may as well stay
As far gone as my nearby star here then

One with the sun when life goes on
For only this once before it is gone
How I win now I am in
This minute of an ultrabright blue day



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