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Jan 18, 2018, 8:44 pm


The Milk Lottery



With a tear in his beer when he had any
That by then had been one too many
Boo-hoo but who was that guy who would always
Cry in the breadline on Saturdays
But Boo-hoofallo Bill as I called him where
I recall all of us standing there

Waiting for donated groceries just past
Their prime just in time to break the fast
Trying not to look too ghastly where we stood
Out in a very good neighborhood
That refused us then but used to be our own

Each of us altogether alone
Stood shaken together the misunderstood
Meekly for our weekly day-old bread
We were mad and sad but not bad after all
Each of us having had a bad fall
Shuffling forward inch by inch expectantly

Next to me Bill was crying instead
Of trying to win in the milk lottery
I won three times since I understood
An absurd sense of humor is essential
When everything is existential

So I told him this and he listened to me
Eyes glistening existentially
Wish it were beer though instead of milk he said
But when he won unexpectedly
Boo-hoofallo Bill took his milk and went on
Drying his eyes he smiled and was gone



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 16, 2018, 7:38 pm


The Sharp End of Reality



At the edge of reality where
It happens on the ledge out there
To be albeit improbably
I see the possibility
To look or leap but to look before
If so to know what to look for
When after all I fall like a star

But all the way is not too far
For rising from surprisingly when
What goes down comes around again
Forever is for now when I see
I am the possibility

As ever now or never is how
Between the heartbeat and the breath
Of what it means between life and death
What comes to be becomes somehow
Happening as I happen to be
As it is happening to me
Out on the ledge at the edge of now

The sharp end of reality
But I am the possibility



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 9, 2018, 11:47 pm


Sunday



Sunday is the one day
They taught me to rest
My Sunday is fun day
The day I like best

I used to go to church
With those who besmirch
Others who chose not to
I thought I ought to
But when I forgot to
Then they besmirched me

I used to get depressed
On Sunday before
I knew what it was for
But not anymore

Now I know what to do
How someday comes true
For the rest of my stay
This side of heaven
This best day of seven
I rest my own way

Not as I was taught to
But blessed anyway
Glad though I am mad to
Be if I had to

Glad to be on Sunday
I hope you are too
Sunday is fun day and
How I understand
It sabbatically
Now is to be free



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 5, 2018, 8:23 pm


Dogliness



I would like for my perspective
To be more prospective
To see less retrospectively
Than I have seen before
I got behind then but instead
Would like to look ahead

I used to believe in dogmas
But now in dogs I trust
I thought it odd then how god was
But now I know I must
Have taken god mistakenly
But what I lost I found
In sibling hounds rolling around
Together in the dust

Two dusty dogs taught me to see
Past dogmas of the past
How to be here and now at last
Within their dogliness
The presence of their godliness
Doggedly godly for
The moment to be presently

The present is for me
Though I have been to be some more
Better now than never
Dogly undogmatically
How to be the one thing
I do better now than ever
In spite of everything



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 31, 2017, 1:28 pm


Trying for the Sky



Do I obsess?
Yes I guess I do
But nothing less
Than my best for you
Makes the madness
Maybe not so bad

Takes the sadness
Out of what I had
Been wondering
Taking out the sting
Of my being
By making it sing

Doing this thing
I do gets me through
The sadness when
Through the madness then
Lets me come true
Glad to be again

Now to say yes
To how it turned out
Lest I forget
Somehow this is it
Say how about
I stay for the rest

Doing my best
For the rest of me
The best of me
Becoming just so
Just so you know
Me becomingly

Out of my mind
I leave this behind
Seen and unseen
In the in between
For you to find
Who know what I mean

Yes I obsess
For the rest to try
My best or die
Trying for the sky
But nothing less
Than for love is why



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 25, 2017, 3:23 am


63



To be 63 somehow
In spite of everything
Is a wonder but for now
I understand the thing
That matters is the being

I had to go mad to
See the reason but I do
Soon to be 63
Glad to see me being still

Late in my season of
Looking back I see how love
Says be now so I will

Being what it took to find
What I had lost before
Seeing what it cost to see
My way out of my mind
I was not but love was then

Love was what it was when
I got through what I had to
That brought me here today

Seeing it was love that knew
What I was going through
Here I am to be again
Not always having been

But having been around for
Many rounds anyway
What I found along the way
Though wrong way round was me
Bound to go around once more

So here I am to be
63 now any day



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 15, 2017, 9:04 pm


Christmas 2017



I



The rich are getting richer for Christmas this year
Getting what they want forgetting the season
We the poor getting poorer are haunted by fear
Not merry not very but with good reason

I would like it to get better at the end of
A year to forget regretting what has been
But do not regret not forgetting how to love
Now in December remembering again

At the beginning of the future and very
Much looking forward to not looking back when
I can look into the book of January
Not merry now open to be hopeful then

If I meet you and greet you but I might not say
The right thing the thing is I love you anyway



II



You might remember when I said
The news is so stupid it hurts my head
In a poem you might have read
As crazy outside of my head as in
I said it was but then again
Crazier now than it has ever been

It literally makes me sick
Sicker with every political trick
When tricks are all we ever get
Shenanigans are all we ever see
Quickening the flickering TV

But this is how it is when this is it
Having nothing but nothing then
Left to lose having nothing to regret
Nothing to do with this madness
But feel this fear and deal with this sadness
Hoping someday I might forget

When the New Year comes if it ever does
For what will be and not what was
Let it be better than the old because
What will be what was is not free
And it got too crazy even for me



III



An archeological layer of dust
On those boxes I have not opened yet
Illogically what logic says I must
Remember but I would rather forget
Over there under the dust where what mattered
Was gathered when reality shattered
And the shards were scattered between then and now

Friends who remembered sent these pieces of
My life left behind to remind me of love
Paradoxes packed up in boxes when
Something told someone not to throw them away
Despite my curiosity they may
Be harder to open than I thought somehow

I might surprise myself but not today
Until then let me be illogical me
In the role of a lifetime having been
I forgot a lot but I remember how
Hollywood endings are supposed to be
Transcending at the end illogically
But ending up transcending anyway



IV



Maybe the light at the end
Of the tunnel is not
That oncoming train I thought

Maybe I may transcend
After all at the end of
It always being love

Maybe I may be alright
Surviving through the night
Seeing this arriving light

Maybe surviving too
Survivors know what to do
Maybe we both came true

Maybe I survived to see
The light arrive for me
To be instead of not to

Maybe this may be how
It all turns out right somehow
The light returning now

Maybe God whatever he
Or she or it may be
What I thought forgot did not

Maybe I forgot what
Transcending at the end we
Remember now maybe



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 15, 2017, 12:13 am


Maybe



Maybe the light at the end
Of the tunnel is not
That oncoming train I thought

Maybe I may transcend
After all at the end of
It always being love

Maybe I may be alright
Surviving through the night
Seeing this arriving light

Maybe surviving too
Survivors know what to do
Maybe we both came true

Maybe I survived to see
The light arrive for me
To be instead of not to

Maybe this may be how
It all turns out right somehow
The light returning now

Maybe God whatever he
Or she or it may be
What I thought forgot did not

Maybe I forgot what
Transcending at the end we
Remember now maybe



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 12, 2017, 5:29 pm


Boxes



An archeological layer of dust
On those boxes I have not opened yet
Illogically what logic says I must
Remember but I would rather forget
Over there under the dust where what mattered
Was gathered when reality shattered
And the shards were scattered between then and now

Friends who remembered sent these pieces of
My life left behind to remind me of love
Paradoxes packed up in boxes when
Something told someone not to throw them away
Despite my curiosity they may
Be harder to open than I thought somehow

I might surprise myself but not today
Until then let me be illogical me
In the role of a lifetime having been
I forgot a lot but I remember how
Hollywood endings are supposed to be
Transcending at the end illogically
But ending up transcending anyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 11, 2017, 6:47 am


Shenanigans



You might remember when I said
The news is so stupid it hurts my head
In a poem you might have read
As crazy outside of my head as in
I said it was but then again
Crazier now than it has ever been

It literally makes me sick
Sicker with every political trick
When tricks are all we ever get
Shenanigans are all we ever see
Quickening the flickering TV

But this is how it is when this is it
Having nothing but nothing then
Left to lose having nothing to regret
Nothing to do with this madness
But feel this fear and deal with this sadness
Hoping someday I might forget

When the New Year comes if it ever does
For what will be and not what was
Let it be better than the old because
What will be what was is not free
And it got too crazy even for me



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 4, 2017, 7:43 pm


Enough



Sadly maybe somehow
It had to be how
It was then to be now
But it was hard for
Not having been before

Knowing what I do
Now from having been through
Then what I was meant
To go through so I went

But it was hard to
Let go and let it ride
To appreciate
The mystery of fate
Hard to understand

Between life and death and
Having to decide
It was hard to come true
I came the hard way

But here I am today
Miraculously
To be or not to be
Having made me tough
Having been to be more

This is the real me
Then now when what I get
Is that this is it
But that this is enough

Knowing what I do
I know that I am too



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 27, 2017, 12:20 am


The Full Howard Hughes



of course without the money



It might sound funny
But I think I might have gone
The full Howard Hughes
Of course without the money

Otherwise I choose
Out of sight out of the way
Places to refuse
To be elsewhere anyway
Nothing left to lose
He had nothing left to get

Though the light was on
Nobody was home to let
Anybody in
Because nobody was there

Which might be like me
But what I think it might be
Is getting away
And letting everything go
To be gone elsewhere
Which is what I did I know

Left it all behind
There back where I left my mind
Having grown the hair
Now the full-blown beard at that

How it might begin
More elsewhere than anywhere
I have ever been
In my reclusivity
I found myself free
Out and up here where I stay

It might sound sappy
But I found myself happy
Reclusively at
The Hi-Desert hideaway



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 25, 2017, 6:50 pm


Thank You for Understanding Me



for Jon, Maria, and Franchesca Baker



Descending from the Mafia
Coming from a strange family
Transcending schizophrenia
As best I can but anyway
Paranoid understandably
Psychotic but the harmless kind

Doing the best I can today
Out of my mind but out to find
Out what this madness is about
After all as the sadness ends
Glad to be someone who has friends
For the rest of being this way

I find myself in humankind
Falling down through a crack to rise
To the occasion of to be
Having been occasionally
Occasionally by surprise
Here I am about to find out

Thank you for understanding me



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 23, 2017, 11:56 pm


Splat



for Jon, Maria, and Franchesca Baker



I thought how a spider
Sat down beside her
That was him in this case
Because he was me

When unsuspectingly
Unwary I sat

Writing poetry where
Climbing up my chair
It invaded my space
Climbing up my hair

When it reached my bald spot
I knew it was there

I had been unwary
Of spiders then but
That was very scary
So now I am not

A satisfying splat
Though and that was that



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 21, 2017, 11:08 pm


Clarity



Clarity
Is a rarity

But the thing
More than anything
Else I seek
Though it always was
Hard to see
Things ultimately

How to speak
To reality
What to do
To make it come true

As to what
Is and what is not
So to let
Go of what has gone
To go on
Into what will be

What to get
By the end of it
That I got
The hard way because

Clarity
Is not for the weak



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 19, 2017, 3:52 pm


Fred the Red



for Elma Palad Belen and her students at
Pantabangan West Central School in the Philippines




The night I met Fred
He climbed up on my head
I was quite smitten

Fred the Red my kitten
A long time ago
But for a long time though

I was at my worst
And hesitant at first
But had to agree

He kept me company
And so that was that
He was to be my cat

In my studio
In a cold treehouse then
The old house again

Fred the Red got me through
What I had to do
Before he had to go

I was going mad
Best cat I ever had
And then he was gone

But I know he went on
Was sent and was meant
Wherever he may be

Wherever he went
To be a part of me
Though we are apart

Though they said he was dead
Here he is instead
Becoming poetry

Written in my heart
My kitten Fred the Red



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 17, 2017, 8:34 pm


The Hard Way



What happened here
Was anger and fear

Stupidity
Met cupidity
Liked what it saw
And made it the law

So here we are
Having gone too far

I have no doubt
The truth will come out
Will overcome
Tomorrow will come

But for today
We learn the hard way



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 12, 2017, 9:22 pm


Sky



Living through catastrophe
Has given me the point of view
Of to be or not to be
So I know what to do

I know this is time to be
More than it ever was before
And so this is time for me
To spread my wings and soar

Instead of giving up I
Am going to live up to what
Is instead of what is not
Why not instead of why

Seeing as how thoughts are free
To fly I thought I ought to try
Seeing how to be from the
Perspective of the sky



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 10, 2017, 1:23 pm


For Getting and Not Forgetting Me



for my friends



My existential whiskers resist
The top of my head getting bare
Otherwise to my surprise I exist
Getting on now but getting there
Not knowing what to do but persist

The southerly migration of my hair
Getting to be an offering
In the letting go of everything

But with other things to think of
Until I am not I will be still

Being myself doing my thing
Wanting to be happy in the end
Despite the nightly shadows hauntingly
Taunting me to be or not to be
I am the offering I bring

Having withdrawn and gone on to transcend
And send my friends my poetry
For getting and not forgetting me

So here it is with all my love
Take it and make of it what you will



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 8, 2017, 11:03 pm


All That Really Matters



Having been disappointed by
The nonsense I was taught
I let go and thought I ought
To get the point myself so I
Went off to find out why

What it all meant anyway
To be or maybe not to be
Not just to come through it
There must be some meaning to it
To get or else forget it

Having to learn the hard way
It turns out I could not
Forget what I recall of it
After all that made me stay
For the end and not regret it

Having been through all of it
Now that this is it I get it
How it is us humankind
As we find our humanity
Being human being kind

After having been around
Before I go I found
The meaning between you and me
In the in between of
Us I found what it means is love

When reality shatters
Love is all that really matters



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 7, 2017, 6:29 am


Twilight



I



Subsisting on rice and ramen
Untouchably un-Brahmin
Maybe Illuminati though
Not a Nazi heavens no

But just a German Lutheran
Doing the best he can
Uncommonly uncommon
Son of a hitman one who may
Be un Mafioso

Out in the wilderness now
Falling through all the cracks somehow
Persisting through the hard way
Always resisting anyway

Insistingly being me
Subsistingly but free



II



I always thought the world would end before I died
Because of how they taught me then (or they tried)
At a church that seems now to have been about fear

But the world and I are both of us still here
All of them dead I wonder what would they have thought
I hope the world survives but know I will not

They thought I was crazy and they were right but wrong
About what the world was about all along
Out of my mind yes but the world was on my mind

How they taught me then (or they tried) died when they died
But I am still here now too crazy to be
Afraid having made my decision to transcend

To live for love giving away poetry
Grateful to the world for what it has given me
Hoping to make us both better in the end

I bet they were surprised crossing over to find
It was love all along for our humankind
That it was all about but that they left behind



III



This is the hour when the dogs bark
When the birds fly across a sky
Showing its colors before going dark

Under it wondering here I
See faraway stars start to spark
This is the hour when why not becomes why

This hour of opportunity
In the in between of to be
Between day and night is no time to die

I want to live and to embark
Through the dark for light I might see
At this twilight hour the right time for me

Anything can happen because
This is the hour now when it does



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 6, 2017, 2:26 am


Before I Go



I know old people always say
This but I will anyway
Mad as I am I ought to know
Everything is crazy now
Outside my head as in somehow
I see this and I worry

Never this bad before though
My memory is not the best
This late hour but even so
May it get better for the rest
Having lived to see this may
I live to see some better day

May it come before I go
But it had better hurry



Steven Curtis Lance







Oct 30, 2017, 6:13 am


Hallowe'en Reality Show



I find myself at a very
Disquieting time to be
But I suppose it always was
Heaven knows it was for me
Though I forget and yet it does
Make this Hallowe'en scary

At least to me not least because
All the people on TV
Running the show make me wary
Make me wonder if they know
This is our reality
And not their reality show

Until I find the remote
About all I can do is vote



Steven Curtis Lance







Oct 28, 2017, 4:01 pm


To Rise and To Fall



May this kleptocracy
Of cruelty fall
Of its own weight to fate
Through what does not wait
To the past by surprise

May the people rise
Up at last after all
With hope in our eyes
Ahead and not behind
Seeing big not small
Opening up again

May we seek and find
Ourselves becoming kind
Being humankind
Is how the people win

Not like this has been
This kakistocracy
Too tacky to be
Attacking you and me
And the ties that bind

But with an open mind
With an open heart
Together not apart
Now in the fall when
The wheels of justice start
Turning after all

Now may it all begin
To rise and to fall



Steven Curtis Lance







Oct 28, 2017, 8:03 am


For You



I was a very unusual child
Some thought I might be devil-possessed
With something scary and wary and wild
Others on the other hand thought might be blessed

With something extraordinary
In the semblance of resemblance to my
Father the hitman but it was I
Was a very unusual child (very)

I always knew he wrote poetry too

Wary of being misunderstood
I kept to myself and wondered about
Understanding things I wondered if they could
I had to go the hard way to find out

My mother on the other hand always knew
And still does from the other side when
I am feeling misunderstood again
But my mother taught me what to do

And so Patricia Lance this is for you



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