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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Dec 13, 2017, 7:47 pm


Maybe and May it Be (work in progress...)



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

Maybe I may transcend
After all at the end of
It all end up in love

Maybe I may be alright
Surviving through the night
To see the arriving light

Maybe like me we two
Survivors knew what to do
To get through and come true

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

Maybe and may it be
With the light returning now
It turns out right somehow



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 12, 2017, 5:29 pm


Boxes (work in progress...)



An archeological layer of dust
On those boxes I have not opened yet
Illogically says logic says I must
Remember what 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 in the end illogically
But ending up transcending anyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 11, 2017, 6:47 am


Shenanigans (work in progress...)



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 tomorrow comes if it ever does
For what will be and not what was
Let it be better than this was because
What will be what was is not free
And not only that but stupidly

Now not how I thought it might be
Somehow 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



Steven Curtis Lance







Oct 25, 2017, 4:46 am


We Can Do Better Than This



Although I know it appears
To be going backward now
Reality in arrears
To those who chose yesterday
Forward is the only way
It knows how to go somehow

Although it gets bitter here
In the dark where we have been
Hope finds strength in what is right
Wronged but stronger through the fear
Opening minds overnight
Rising will surprise again

Until more and more find out
Better through the getting worse
Of the fewer who still miss
Out on what the universe
Means for us to be about
Love is what it means to be

Love the light by which we see
We can do better than this



Steven Curtis Lance







Oct 23, 2017, 12:15 am


A Spark in the Dark



I always knew what I wanted to be
In my lonely haunting of reality
Wanting only to be a poet when
Young and hungry to become somebody then

For it to come true I had to go through
With what I had to without what I had to
Leave behind to find what I had to find
Out about love had to go out of my mind

But having gone through it came true and now
Who and where and what I wanted this is how
Alone but not lonely if hauntedly
I want to do my best for the rest of me

To say what I mean and for it to mean
Something to somebody in the in between
Of seen and unseen between me and you
To live for love giving myself to be light

I always knew what I wanted to do
If only for this rising moment to shine
A spark in the dark otherwise tonight
Seen through other eyes between these lines of mine



Steven Curtis Lance







Oct 22, 2017, 3:55 am


I Love Hallowe'en



I love Hallowe'en
And have the eccentricity
Of using an apostrophe
From one E to the other E
In the in between

Jack o' lanterns and
Masks and makeup and monster feet
Asking for handouts trick-or-treat
Up and down both sides of the street
But you understand

You remember too
Before November winds blew in
That night reality grew thin
And magic brewed between us then
What we used to do

You know what I mean
I love Hallowe'en



Steven Curtis Lance







Oct 18, 2017, 9:20 pm


In the End



Having never been before somehow
It was now or never so I chose now
Better now than I have ever been
Having ended up beginning again

Not bitter about how it turned out
Now that I know what I learned the hard way
Mindful I had to find out about
How love is the only thing that matters
Even when reality shatters

I wonder but understand in the end
What I am here for is to transcend
To be more than ever before today
All I ever wanted anyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Oct 14, 2017, 6:58 pm


Shades of Us



with thanks to Guy Lance on the other side



My mother had brown
Eyes my father had blue
The brown was passed down
To me the blue passed through
To my daughter then
Two brown-eyed sons again

My Grandfather Lance
Was a poet like me
In the desert he
Had blue eyes that could dance
Knowing what they knew
At one hundred and two

About Lancelot
Camelot and old days
That were made always
In shades of us that got
Passed down from the old
To the young red and gold

Or Gules a Fess Or
For after our before
Shades of us in eyes
Of love in brown or blue
That have seen a lot
And I have seen it too

Love I recognize
In eyes to see me through
Seen through me too in
My eyes to rise again
Having been passed down
In eyes of blue and brown

Love is what we get
And what I have gotten
From unforgotten
Shades that do not forget
Shades that are not gone
But in our eyes gone on

Shades of us and of
Unforgotten love



Steven Curtis Lance







Oct 13, 2017, 11:59 pm


Cringeworthy



This tacky kakistocracy
Being embarrassing as
It is unhinged is cringeworthy

All the worthiness it has
In its illegitimacy
Mocking lost democracy

The worst and not the best of us
Punishing the rest of us
Unhingedly cringeworthily

Idiocracy came true
But nobody knew what to do
About who is you-know-who

Each day more impeachment-worthy
25 45 please
Whatever it takes anyway

Anything but please not these
Shenanigans of day-by-day
Cringeworthy indignities

Mueller please hurry up before
He gets us all killed this way
Whether by worry or by war

Until the day comes someday
When we will not cringe anymore



Steven Curtis Lance







Oct 7, 2017, 8:30 pm


Breakthrough



for Franziska



When I knew I had gone mad
The rest of the way finally
Then is when I saw I had
Been sadly had been badly wrong
After all and all along
So took a look around to see
I had found the other side
Of my erstwhile reality

Looking at it from outside
I decided that I was free
Having fallen through a crack
In my erstwhile society
All the way with no way back
Through a fun-house one-way mirror
Into my interior

I found myself after the fall
Gone through the mirror one way
On the other side of the wall
Where the unseen can be seen
More clearly here in what I call
Being in the in between
With nothing left to prove at all
To anyone anyway

Seeing things but also seeing
In between them what they mean
Between these lines of mine being
Myself and seeing what for
Doing this thing I know how to
Better than I did before
I fell through that crack and broke through

Out of sight and out of mind
Out of the mind I left behind
Glad to be if I had to
Be to see this breakthrough of me
To do what I am glad to
Do but I had to go mad to
Having to go mad to be
Free to do what I had to do

The hard way but what I get
From it is this and this is it



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