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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 27, 2017, 9:17 pm


(work in progress...)



I recall being hit in the head
By a deputy who wanted me dead
But that was when I was young before
Recalling me after all when I said
Not anymore

But by then old and frail enough that they
Chose to beat those younger anyway
Gave me a pill being mentally ill
There in the lockdown psych ward until
I slept instead

The orderlies were like deputies
With their disorderly priorities
But the self-assertion of the mad
Was after all the disorder they had
Not one of these

I teased one of them about his hair
And almost got beaten up then and there
But too much paperwork if I died
Tied down to the yellow board so he tried
To look away

A three-time unsuccessful suicide
That was my crime when I was inside
But out staying out of trouble I stay
High at the Hi-Desert hideaway
Still ill but still



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 27, 2017, 6:56 pm


Kakistocracy



This stupefying stupidity
Kleptocratic cupidity
Banality and venality
Acting reacting out of spite
Out of sight and out of mind tonight
Out of touch with reality
Is the numbing dumbing-down spectacle of
What happens to us without love

After the rise but before the fall
I wonder is there hope at all
Unable to bring myself to say
The name you know it anyway
By now and how I wish it could be
Another time in history
But here as they lock up democracy now
I fear this ends badly somehow

Sadly a bad time for me to be
A madman in a kakistocracy



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 25, 2017, 9:35 pm


Somebody I Am Thinking Of



Franziska has what I have and
Because she does she can understand
And stand me for fifteen years or
However many between us we
Have shared comparing what we see

Having seen through the years between us
What we mean and that we mean us
Having seen us through we mean to be
And I see what she means to me

For more than however many more
Forever for now or never
However we are for whatever
Now hard to remember before
Knowing somebody who knows about
When reality is in doubt

No doubt about it somebody who
Knows me somebody to go through
It with and to go through with it too
Sharing it with her we compare
Our notes about bearing what we share

It feels good to be understood
Like only somebody like us could
Bearing with me with what we bear
Somebody like us is hard to find

Both of us out but of one mind
Two of a kind she knows what I mean
Through all the time and space between
Together in the in between where
Propinquity is everywhere
With somebody I am thinking of

Somebody I think I love



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 21, 2017, 9:20 pm


Living for Love or Dying Trying



The news is so sad as to be sadistic
To be addicted to it feels bad
To me not being at all masochistic
This is a bad time for being mad

Though reality was confusing before
What seems unreality is more
As if this were a reality TV
Show I know is confusing to me
Already confused but refusing to be
Part of this stupid reality

It could be I had to go mad to transcend
To see this madness through to the end
As crazy outside of my head now I guess
As in is how it is more or less

I look on with horror but see I am not
Hallucinating that this is what
Is hurrying to happen and I worry
Stupefied as the stupid scurry
The news in the morning is cruel and sad
Warning of a habit going bad

But I know what is and it is love I know
Even though I am mad even so
I know who I am and I know how to do
What I do now that I am glad to

By taking the madness outside of my head
Inside and making it rhyme instead
Of succumbing to the numbing of the dread
Stupefying talking heads lying
Talking the living in fear into dying
Out of my head as they spread despair

Living for love or dying trying
In sad times may mad rhymes spread love everywhere



Steven Curtis Lance







Jun 10, 2017, 9:49 pm


Out There



I



At the slanting of the sun
On either end of day
That is when the rabbits run
Then warily away

A turkey vulture eyeing
The rabbits from the sky
Has a habit of flying
In circles by and by

For dying no denying
It I spy it trying
To carry the unwary
Off very scarily

Though they got away today
Tomorrow who can say?



II



Watching YouTube videos
About UFOs
The only alien
I see is lonely me again
Out there I suppose

I like to think there are
Some others from another star
Having come this far
Out there like me having been
Watching now and then

But then again who knows?



III



Life feels forgiving
So I feel like living

And though I grow old
I feel life is giving
Me reason to be

Let the lotus unfold
Unseasonably
For one to forgive me
Decembering

One to outlive me
Remembering



IV



Not a bad man but a madman I confess
Not always knowing what is going on I guess
Not lazy but crazy I enter my plea
As not guilty by reason of insanity
If I disappoint by my disjointedness



Steven Curtis Lance







May 28, 2017, 4:15 pm


Some of How



for Maria



In my right mind and then out again
I understand how it is not right now
And wonder if it ever was how
It was because it does not remember
But gets what got me through November
Arriving the hard way surviving it
Into December of having been

It might not be right but might not be wrong
To be mindful having been so long
The how of ever it is however
Or never mind what not to forget
I get it is better to be than not
If not getting better what I get
Is this is the what of my whatever

Handed down to me a legacy
I got from both sides of my family
What I got the hard way but I got
Is this is it and the way out is in
Being myself doing what I do
In this the who of ever I am who
Had better do it now than never

A stranger in an ever stranger land
With news so stupid it hurts my head
The dead are better off without instead
Of a live show deadening to see
Bickering on a flickering TV
When I wonder but I understand
This then is what they call reality

If I get to be if I let me
If this is the when of my whenever
And this is it when I get to be
If though not right how I might be right now
Some of how it gets better somehow
To get to be gets better than ever
Summoned now to become some of how

I might not be right but what is left of
Me can see all that is left is love



Steven Curtis Lance







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










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