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Sep 24, 2016, 11:20 pm


Too Much



Existentially ambivalent
To be in equipoise with not to be
Life and death essentially equivalent
In touch with my mortality to such
A degree it may be I think I may see
Maybe I think about it too much



Steven Curtis Lance







Sep 20, 2016, 9:30 pm


My Awkward Age



It may be that I
May be demented but
Maybe it is not
My awkward age but my
Madness may be how
To get through then to now
Maybe this is why

Though not forgetting to
Remember me who
Earned now by letting go
Then of what I had
But learned by going mad
What I had to know

When sad I had to let
Go then glad to see
It go not to forget
To be who had been
Freed to be or not be
Me though madly more
Than I had been before

Being more or less
Obsessively I guess
Demented no doubt
But this may be about
Now transcending then
Letting go to go in

At my awkward age when
In is my way out



Steven Curtis Lance







Sep 18, 2016, 4:08 pm


(work in progress...)



Nice to see my niece my sis and my bro
Nice to find myself to be in family
Nice of them to come and nice to see some
Of the nicest kind of humankind I know



Steven Curtis Lance







Sep 13, 2016, 9:34 pm


Alongside



The sun that went down has come up again
At as good a time as any to begin
A new day when the world begins anew
Beginning to be as I begin to see
I am and I am glad that you are too

On another day than otherwise to be
This side of the other you alongside me



Steven Curtis Lance







Sep 13, 2016, 1:53 am


In a Fearful Time



Can I make sense of
A time more then than now
Of more hate than love
More heat than light somehow?

Why should I bother?
On one hand I could say
But on the other
Am bothered anyway

Where it would appear
We scare one another
Could it be that fear
Is what this is about?

A stranger within
A stranger time without
A doubt now how in
Is my only way out

How I am being
Now in a fearful time
Being here seeing
If I can make it rhyme



Steven Curtis Lance







Sep 5, 2016, 10:30 pm


Realization



I think I have seen what I need to see
Of what is agreed to as reality
Enough now that I know not to agree
To it seeing it not to agree with me

Agreeing to disagree with what some
May say is real but no matter what they say
Is not or is not for me anyway
When the answer is no question about it

Questioning the answer then I doubt it
Having my doubts about it having become
Not much of a joiner better alone
With reality realized on my own

To see it for myself from in between
To be and not to be to know what I mean
In between what is and what is not seen
Discover through it if by disillusion

See what I need to eventually
Through the agreed to agree to disagree
To see it through beyond the confusion
Engendered by the general illusion

Being to become as I come to be
My realization of reality



Steven Curtis Lance







Sep 2, 2016, 9:44 pm


Humankind



We humans may
Have come a long way
Toward going too far
But here we are
Being anyway
To become and
Come to understand

To seek and find
Above all the love
Of us to go on
From what is gone
Being in spite of
My yesterday
I leave it behind

To go ahead
As I come to be
Today instead
Of the nevermore
Of ever before
In the laughter
Of ever after

With a hopeful heart
An open mind
To find us in kind
Not apart a part
Of you and me
As we come to see
Ourselves as we

To be humankind



Steven Curtis Lance







Aug 27, 2016, 3:25 am


The Lotus



Some people I know
Choose to refuse to grow
Those having chosen
This way to stay frozen

So some might suppose
As they find their minds close
So right though right there
Not getting anywhere

With nothing to get
Having forgotten it
Losing it choosing
To go on refusing

Some I thought I knew
Choosing to refuse to
Grow whose choice was made
Because they were afraid

But in the being
What I have been seeing
Of reality
This way is not to be

And in the doing
Of the going-through-ing
Life will not stay still
But goes on so I will

Yesterday today
It only goes one way
Tomorrow will come
Until then to become

New reality
To go and grow and be
Curiosity
Still makes me go and see

The lotus unfolds
Becoming never ends
The lotus unfolds
And so do we my friends

What the future holds
That presently transcends



Steven Curtis Lance







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










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