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May 27, 2018, 3:57 am


Some people have God all figured out
Explaining painstakingly
But whoever they are talking about
Seems too odd to be God to me

They square the circle and then
Angels dance on the head of a pin
When the question is how many
Can be triangluated if any

I wonder if God understands
What is superimposed on the soul
The systematic demands
And oddities of systems of control







May 26, 2018, 1:39 am


Thirteen Going on Sixty-Four (work in progress...)



I never thought I would get to be
Thirty never mind sixty-three
Or thirteen going on sixty-four
Let myself get this old before
But I who survived three suicides
Would not be the one who decides
About what I could get out of so
Having gone on this long I go
On going about my poetry
As what I suppose I should do
Like I did as a kid of thirteen

To go between to the unseen
See whatever I am supposed to
For however long this goes on
Now when I thought then I would be gone
By now but am here anyway
Now I see how I would like to stay
Where you could find me in between
The lines when you would know what I mean
Reminded then could see me where
From there you would see me everywhere
Someday when you remember me

Between the lines at sixty-three or
Thirteen going on sixty-four



Steven Curtis Lance







May 23, 2018, 10:08 pm


Coyote Moonset



The coyotes dropped by
Stopping off at my
Hi-Desert hideaway

Where two dogs and I
Sang with them at moonset
Sang not to forget
But let it go its way

Let it set behind
A hill so we could find
The spine of the sky

When I could see bright eyes
Sparking like fireflies
Across the dark of night
I could feel hope rise

Sharing their sacrament
Of where the moon went
But was not meant to stay

Keep an open heart
The coyotes remind
Us find us a part
Of us and not apart

Keep an open mind
When though the moon is gone
Hope knows it goes on

Let go but come what may
The coyotes say
Glad to sing the moonset
To bring the moonrise

And I am glad I met
What I recognize
As what hope knows tonight

Glad to realize
Those coyotes are right



Steven Curtis Lance







May 20, 2018, 8:14 am


Karma



for Franziska



Forgiving is not giving in
Nor giving up but giving away
What to be better off without
In this way with that out of the way

Better off living on again
With one less thing to worry about
Living well as the best revenge

Forgiving well lets Karma avenge
Those who have chosen to let her
Have got her to not have to get her
Letting her do it better than
Anyone as many know she can

As one who knows those many found
Anything goes but comes back around

To many done in by what may
Not be undone for better or worse
Karma has a promise to keep
Forgiving is free but is not cheap

Better not to get bitter when
Better off to let go of it then
Getting on with it anyway

Leaving it up to the universe
The better to appreciate
Poetic justice slated by fate
Karma is the avenger of
Forgiving not giving in to hate

Giving it up to fate to wait
Forgiving is living up to love



Steven Curtis Lance







May 15, 2018, 9:13 pm


The Tower



History repeats itself as farce
Biting the benighting right in the arse
Fighting indicting but stupefied
To fail unavailing at what it tried
The power that eats itself now knows
How it defeats itself and down it goes
Seeing beckoning on every side
A reckoning with being rectified

Not for the first time lessons unlearned
Will be repeated until they are learned
Not for the last time the truth denied
Will come in season some reason returned
To the aggrieved who believed it all
But were deceived by the tower to fall
For real when the wheel of fortune turned

Up from roots out from under the tower
Green shoots are about to sprout and flower



Steven Curtis Lance







May 13, 2018, 11:45 pm


Shall These Bones Live?



I



All over the world the authoritarians
Sack their countries like barbarians
Over and over the pattern can be seen

And if you live under one you know what I mean
We understand how it is to be
Under an overreaching authority

Subjected to be subjects of its madness and
Seeing through sadness we understand
In our being human beings in between

In the same boat with nothing left but who we are
We who come through having come this far
No one else controls our souls but you and me

When we all remember who we are after all
The authoritarians will fall



II



An unsuccessful suicide
I learned how to live from having died
Skeletalized remains remain
And I feel it in my bones to be
Shall these bones live? Yes we agree
To be but how we cannot explain

What is left of me is haunted
But I have all I ever wanted
Having been shown that what I do
Is what the universe wants me to
I cannot though I do complain
But not today not how it is now

Becoming some of how somehow
By what I learned from the other side



III



When I am the grandfather of a Scot
Am I grandfathered in then or am I not
As a Scot maybe inheriting back
Any inherent Scottishness I may lack?

Not a Scot I wonder but in one way
Or another grandfathered in anyway
Granddaughtered in in Edinbur-agh soon
Any day now due on the second of June

Thank you Maria thank you Martin too
This soon to be Scot will be because of you
Whatever her name is (I like surprise)
New hope will arise when she opens her eyes

And she will recognize us Scot or not
When I am granddaughtered in no matter what



Steven Curtis Lance







May 12, 2018, 6:59 pm


Granddaughtered In



When I am the grandfather of a Scot
Am I grandfathered in then or am I not
As a Scot maybe inheriting back
Any inherent Scottishness I may lack?

Not a Scot I wonder but in one way
Or another grandfathered in anyway
Granddaughtered in in Edinbur-agh soon
Any day now due on the second of June

Thank you Maria thank you Martin too
This soon to be Scot will be because of you
Whatever her name is (I like surprise)
New hope will arise when she opens her eyes

And she will recognize us Scot or not
When I am granddaughtered in no matter what



Steven Curtis Lance







May 11, 2018, 8:24 pm


The Authoritarians



All over the world the authoritarians
Sack their countries like barbarians
Over and over the pattern can be seen

And if you live under one you know what I mean
We understand how it is to be
Under an overreaching authority

Subjected to be subjects of its madness and
Seeing through sadness we understand
In our being human beings in between

In the same boat with nothing left but who we are
We who come through having come this far
No one else controls our souls but you and me

When we all remember who we are after all
The authoritarians will fall



Steven Curtis Lance







May 10, 2018, 7:35 pm


After All



for Franziska on a bright blue day



I



The voices of the leaders on the news
Hurt my head as they try to confuse
As indeed they succeed but not with me
These are not the voices in my head
Given the choice to read all about it
I would rather but would rather not

I could change my mind but rather doubt it
Their destroying is annoying but
I could be making something new instead
So should take this opportunity
To do it with as I do without it
Get on with it with what I have got

But hearing that fearful stupidity
Is the headache I choose to refuse



II



We get two ways to say it and yet neither one
Has what it takes to sound serious
To say your-anus not to say urine-us
Sounds unheavenly for the seventh round the sun
Talk about Uranus either way
Is forever awkward whichever we may

Urine-us your-anus either one
The planet whose name makes it awkward to say



III



I say what I want to anyway
Everything is crazy and so am I
But having said Uranus both ways
Seventh-round-the-sun is the one that stays

Everything looks hazy but the sky
Through a crack in society today
I can see it all when after all
I have seen the leaders rise and then fall

But I know the love I feel is real
Outliving them out for a better deal
If not forgiving them not just yet
It takes a lot of living to forget

I will wait until fate has its way
Out here at the Hi-Desert hideaway



Steven Curtis Lance







May 10, 2018, 1:28 pm


The Headache I Choose to Refuse



The voices of the leaders on the news
Hurt my head as they try to confuse
As indeed they succeed but not with me
These are not the voices in my head
Given the choice to read all about it
I would rather but would rather not

I could change my mind but rather doubt it
Their destroying is annoying but
I could be making something new instead
So should take this opportunity
To do it with as I do without it
Get on with it with what I have got

But hearing that fearful stupidity
Is the headache I choose to refuse



Steven Curtis Lance







May 2, 2018, 5:12 pm


Having to Be



for Franziska on a rainy day



The clouds are low and heavy with snow
And the wind is about to blow
Over the mountain that mounts the sky
Blow me a rainbow now as I
Wonder about it under the mist
Of it all in the falling rain
Across the valley where I remain
Glad I was too mad to resist
When I had to be mad to let go

When it was in the hands of fate
Then because it was too late to wait
Whether to but whether or not
To get it the only choice I got
Let go to forget everything
To get to end up by transcending
Having to fall to rise the way
I did to my surprise anyway
Here for my Hollywood ending

The sky says to me and so I say
There must be some reason for me
To get to and not forget to be
Having been worse the better to
Be my best for the rest to come true
This must be it and how I know
It is now is somehow I persist
Though many seasons having been

Having to be here I am again
The universe and I insist



Steven Curtis Lance







May 1, 2018, 2:39 am


Uranus



We get two ways to say it and yet neither one
Has what it takes to sound serious
To say your-anus not to say urine-us
Sounds unheavenly for the seventh round the sun
Talk about Uranus either way
Is forever awkward whichever we may

Urine-us your-anus either one
The planet whose name makes it awkward to say



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 25, 2018, 8:03 pm


The Singing Sky



A change of season is the reason why
Although nearly blowing me away
Here I can hear what the wind has to say

The rising fall of its sighing call
When the unseen can be seen after all
The word overheard between the sky

A bird knew what it meant as it went by
Was sent to sing what the wind will bring

Until all the birds and I join to sing
Along with the wind that in the end
Will blow us all away when we transcend

Bringing the dust of the birds and me
Into the singing sky just to be free

As we must be it turns out to go
On going I learned the hard way to know
What to let go of when life goes on

Love goes on too as what life is about
But I had to go mad to find out
Holding on to love when all else is gone

I hear no fear in the wind today
Ringing in the spring singing it to be
Bringing in a new reality

As I grow nearer to blowing away
I can hear what the wind has to say
As clearly as I hear the singing sky

A change of season is the reason I
Know I go on going anyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 5, 2018, 9:09 pm


Not So Bad



Though improbably I am probably
Happier than I have ever been
Somehow before now having never been
To be incoincidentally
In the end to see transcendentally
Having found out my way out is in

For my happy ever after to be
Seeing in the end what I can see
Now that I can somehow happier than
Ever though I never was before
Because I thought I had seen everything

Having been so long seeing nothing
I thought that was all but seeing some more
Being some more seeing what I can
I see how I am now is not so bad

A concession of depression to
The progress of the process of disease
Multifoliate realities
Unfolding like the lotus coming true

Not so bad if I had to go mad
To be glad to be if I had to fall
Down through that crack in society
To get up where I had to be to let
Go and go see what I had to get

I had to go free to see this is it
Had to arrive at this the hard way
Having survived it I may as well stay
See what I mean in the in between

If from the perspective of an old man
Now I recall I am after all
Just glad to see that old man must be me
Being glad to be me finally
Better late than never my best for last

Learning the meaning of life from death
Here in between this heartbeat and this breath
Now between the future and the past
To wonder when the unseen may be seen
But until seeing what does it mean
To understand being but to be glad?

Not so bad if I had to go mad
In the end to see transcendentally



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 4, 2018, 3:20 am


Shooting Stars



Not all falling stars fall
Some are shooting after all
And so I am rooting
For the stars that are shooting
Tonight but peacefully
Right across the sky from me

Wherever they may go
That they go on even though
Into the dark ocean
Arcing sparking as they fly
Making a commotion
By their taking to the sky

I wish them all the best
They are braver than the rest



Steven Curtis Lance







Apr 3, 2018, 12:37 am


Lancean



I want my poems to sing like spells
Spring to ring like haunting bells
Within the tinntabulations of
Incantations of my love
In an out of the ordinary
Bout of extraordinary
If not swordplay wordplay anyway
Saying what I have to say
As I fancy my Lancean way
Like my father before me
To know who I am by poetry



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 23, 2018, 8:51 pm


Changeability



The rain blows in sideways
Between the winter and the spring
On one of those between days
In the meaning of the seasons
When changing is the thing

Two seasons unseasonably
For unchanging reasons
Blow on go on rearranging
The clouds to show how changing
Is the thing that is unchanging
Here between now and always

It may be what it means to be
Or what it means to me
Is to be up for anything

Here between now or never
For the ever of whatever
May be or maybe not
I understand but wonder what
A change of season brings

Maybe the ability
To change with changeability
Ongoing in the sky
With rainbows when the rain blows by
May be what it means to go
On going as the way we grow
In the in between of things



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 20, 2018, 7:49 am


Sui Generis



for my friend Philip Matogo



I find myself one of a kind but I
Want to live it up and not give up and die
Though haunted to and having wanted to
Before but no more now I know what to do
Having lived it down to rise like the sun
Sui generis as a species of one

They tell me I fell like a star one day
When there was an omen in the sky they say
Freak thunder and lightning when I was born
Geographically Californian
A freak of nature for a unicorn
Astrologically Capricornian

Heretical theologically
Poetical but theoretically
An illogical manic-depressive
Maniacally logical obsessive
Paranoid schizophrenic psychotic
Son of a hitman who was a poet too
Rising like the sun falling like a star

If you are ready for something exotic
Doing my best brings out the best in me
Solitarily pursuing destiny
In human solidarity I find
Myself one of a kind but the human kind
If only in the distance from afar

Quixotically sui generis
But my species being human doing this



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 15, 2018, 10:48 pm


Nothing Left But Love



At the lockdown psychiatric hospital
The hospitality was hostile
But I met a Russian ballerina there
Who taught me to care and not to care

It took the darkness for me to look and see
What it took from not to be to be
The hard way is how I learned what I know now
Having become an old man somehow

They tell me I used to be somebody but
Then the world turned upside down for me
When I fell through a crack in society

Not up to be upside down I fell
Not up to me until I bounced out of hell
To become somebody lesser-than
More or less who nonetheless do what I can

Like I did when I got rid of what
Appeared to be but apparently was not
Or what conveniently got rid of
Me agreeing between us to disagree

Leaving me with nothing left but love
Haunted to recall what I learned the hard way
Love is all I wanted anyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 12, 2018, 7:50 am


I Hope



dum spiro spero



I hope for the best
Between trying not to get
My hopes up and yet
Trying not to get depressed

I hope for the rest
Of this incarnation of
Me to rise above
My situation by love

I hope to transcend
Among friends along about
Sunset to find out
What it all means in the end

I hope to forget
It to get but not regret
It I hope to let
Go of what does not go on

I hope to let it
Be the better to let me
Be to remember
Who I am in December

I hope to still be
And to be still and to know
I hope I will go
On and grow till I am gone



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 7, 2018, 10:42 pm


A Riddle in the Middle of the Night



I never mind my mind not being right
Until I find myself depressed again
Find myself lost to the cost of it in
The shadow of death every now and then

Memento mori whispered from behind
I want to turn around but never mind
I have to look ahead of me instead
For the light that might be looking for me

I have to close my eyes so I can see
Haunted not to be but wanting to be
Chanting de profundis clamo ad te
The darkness understanding what I say

Remembering the dead and what they said
I know what to look for by what I find
The darkness reminding me of the light
A riddle in the middle of the night



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 2, 2018, 10:40 pm


Unwise



These strongmen are not tough guys
These guys are not wise
But far as I can see
No more than bully-boys to me

Insecurity
Is an unattractive trait
But they have good reason to be
Wary as they await
A very unattractive fate
Downfall any day

Wrong men not strong men anyway
In fact but no surprise
Bully-boys unwise
Enough to act like tough guys



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 27, 2018, 5:01 am


Looking for the Light



Today the light is stronger
As spring overcomes
Winter incrementally
But relentlessly

Spring before its entering
After wintering
The light is hesitating
But I am waiting

Yesterday it looked away
But it looked today
Like it was looking for me

Opening to be
What I was hoping to see
The lotus unfolds
And the light is what it holds
Spring is what becomes
Of me transcendentally

In the end stronger
Even though it took all night
Looking for the light
Looking for me anyway

Though it takes all day
Tomorrow will be longer
If it ever comes

For a moment maybe more
Than the day before
To live it and to love it
To make art of it
Take to heart as part of it
When the light comes true

When the moment more is right
I know what to do
For a moment more or two
When the light is bright
Enough to see it maybe

From what I have seen
Of it in the in between
The light is about
Insight from the inside out

In a quiet place
Quite apart from time and space
In the light of spring
Inside me and everything

After all the fear
Not up in the sky but here
What is out of sight
But in sight inside insight
Seen and yet unseen

Where the light knows what I mean
In a place of grace
But of coming face to face
With reality

In the dark where I have been
I see it I feel
It I believe it is real

In an open mind
And a hopeful heart I find
What I should have known
When I thought I was alone
In the dark again
It was looking for me then

The light is within
Though without it took so long
Looking for the light
Looking for me all along



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 27, 2018, 2:56 am


The Meaning in the In Between



Writing this poetry
Is righting what is wrong with me
As how I get along
With dying trying to transcend
Trying to find the light
To write it right though being wrong
Along about the end
Of what has been quite a long night

A night that might go on
To be forgotten but not gone
If I write it right and
You read it now and understand
As how I go on too

Maybe why I do what I do
May be dementia
To be but in absentia
Just my madness maybe
Paranoid schizophrenia
Obsession maybe when
I do this again and again

Or else this may be just
My way of doing what I must
Trying to make sense of
Dying trying to live for love

Here where my lost mind went
Absentmindedly but present
When my reality
Begins to be in doubt about
It here where I find out
If I am of a mind to be
Though quite out of my mind

But if I write it right I find
Now this is how I see
That maybe this is what I meant
By being different
Between the lines the answer to
The question what to do
The meaning in the in between
Where you know what I mean



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 13, 2018, 10:09 pm


The Eventful Eventuality



Indictingly uninviting
Some long for new wars along two fronts
Incitingly so exciting
For some though others do the fighting
Two more too many wars at once
What goes up comes down not surprising
Some ride the brink of after all
Others think pride goes before a fall

They find themselves strongmen
I find them wrong men
Would there were more women
Never mind Putin
Nor his Manchurian
Candidate strongman
Now as he has his way
With the USA

Events have a way of rising
Up to disrupt things surprisingly
To be overcomes not to be
In the event eventually
Something to learn the hard way for
The rich who itch for another war
Before the poor rise up to see
Through schemes to keep dreams from coming true

If maybe some Macrons
No more You-Know-Whos
Far fewer Erdogans
No Netanyahus
But whatever the name
Whoever to blame
We could do better than
This (I think we can)

After all of the tricks of some
Others trickled-down upon will come
To overcome surprisingly
To dream otherwise and see it through
When rising up seems what to do
And how to be if disruptively
From not to be to free in the
Eventful eventuality



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