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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Dec 18, 2014, 7:47 pm


After the Lightning Before the Thunder



I used to know I knew the answer but
Now I think I know the question what
To wonder if not to understand under
The sky if not to know "why?" to wonder

After the lightning before the thunder
Now I think I know the question when
Under the sky then and wondering again
I understand the answer is "why not?"



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 16, 2014, 9:45 pm


The Hard Way



Had it not been as awful as it was
Had when it was not been quite so sad
Then I might not be as glad now because
Good gets better having been so bad

The wheel of life balancing as it does
Suffering with the buffering of
Hope for something better living by love

Hanging on and hoping for the best
Forever after forgetting the rest
Letting it go even though I know
Never forgetting yet still I will try

Understanding though wondering as
The turning wheel of life is passing by
And under the wheel I understand

Unclenching my heart I open my hand
Learning I am turning too and glad
Now through the bad for the good I have had
How it was then because not again

But as any of many anyhow
Mistaking then as I did for now
When I went down and around and around

Turning and learning and inward bound
Learning how the only way out is in
Returning then to begin again
Better off now than I have ever been

Glad I learned my lesson even though
I had to learn the hard way even so
Good gets better having been so bad

And when the wheel turns then somebody learns
Somebody like me what the hard way earns



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 15, 2014, 10:22 pm


Four-Color Pen



Writing down first lines of a poem done up green
With my four-color pen means I know what I mean
Lighting up a vision of revision drowned in red
Means this now and not that then is what I meant instead

Where I know what I mean somewhere there in between
Green and red again till I do it black and blue
In my small notebook sideways I will fit it all in
When my four-color pen then will do now how I do

There among the Joshua trees where I begin
Harmonizing what arises colorfully
Something new to my eyes that surprises even me
Sitting weather permitting with my four-color pen

Green and red again till I do it black and blue
Squared-away when black and white then shared with love with you



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 14, 2014, 3:57 pm


Time



The clock around runs down and about
Hands to its face as time runs out
Its artificial reality
Of time kept by machine to be
Symbolic of our mortality

The measure of our days
Between us and always

The cock of the walk of tyranny
The clock tick-tocks insistently
But my heart beats inconsistently
And my head is full of wonder
My soul full of lightning and thunder

I am not a machine
If you know what I mean

I always wondered about it
But lately I have come to doubt it
And believe in time like seasons
Not machines without rhymes but reasons
Those cocky tick-tock martinets

I know what time it is as well as how
To tell it is when I am then is now

No clocks and no regrets
Time passes and forgets



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 13, 2014, 4:19 pm


The Deity in You and Me



Because of the way I was raised
That a jealous god has to be praised
By constantly repenting of
What they say he hates but what I love

Being sorry for everything
Or worrying like an offering
Is what I did as a kid when
I was a miserable sinner then

When trying to make it work and
Then when it did not to understand
How it was not my fault to be
Human and embrace humanity

Both mine and that of others to
Find the deity in me and you
Not what I did but what we do
We miserable sinners so they say

Though less miserable than they
Winners of our own humanity
I know now so how I am free
Of my past at last free to be me

The deity in you and me is how
I am no longer miserable now



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 12, 2014, 1:12 pm


Rainbow



The dark is coming
The light becoming
Harder to see

But it is still there
Within everywhere
Here within me

The rainbow explains
The light remains



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 11, 2014, 11:29 am


Coming Home



for Bud



I



I looked for me I looked around
And found my way though different
Where I was bound so there I went
Consequently as subsequent
Events unwound were found to be

The tree grew as the twig was bent
But went differently for me
And the difference I went why
I went ahead to live not die
To be instead of not to be

Meaning to be differently
Therefore I went where I was meant
To get lost and yet find my way
To my tomorrow yesterday
Because where bound there was unbound

As round and round I lost but found
Myself today my then by now
Instead of not to be to be
The difference I went is how
The bent of me meant I went free

Getting it now getting to know
What I should do but how I knew
And that would be differently
Getting to know me letting go
Of what was not for me I went

I looked for me I looked around
And found my way though different



II



The twig that was bent almost snapped in two
The only way out of the way into
The only place the answers ever are
Like the lonely questioning of a star

Waiting at this end of a telephone
That leads me to believe I am alone
Waiting for something on the other end
Someone to answer waiting for a friend

But here is the tree and here is the me
I wanted to be here and now you see
What I wanted to do and did for you
It was because of love and love is free

I did not break because I could take it
Then and now I am going to make it



III



Somehow as I see the moon rise
Now I see with different eyes
That know I go on but remain

To see the moon rise here again
From where it went to where it meant
So much to me to my surprise

Though gone at dawn by dark I see
It come back soon from where it went
Because when it does we agree

The moon and I were meant to be
Here that much is clear to me and
I know the moon would understand

The bent of me meant I went where
I meant to go and now I know
How coming home here going free

Finally I belong somewhere
Along the way and I am there

The dark is coming
The light becoming
Harder to see

But it is still there
Within everywhere
Here within me

The rising moon explains
Surprisingly the light remains



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 8, 2014, 11:39 pm


The Transcendental Freedom of the Unsuccessful Suicide



I



The moon surprised me rising tonight
In the lower left-hand corner of
My window from below surprised bright
Orange like a pumpkin right above
The road as it strode across the sky

From orange through yellow left to right
And in an upward trajectory
Brighter and lighter it passed me by
Shining on until gone on from sight
Into its intensity of light

Gone but gone on shining on like me
In the immensity of night



II



The transcendental freedom of
The unsuccessful suicide
Is that by which I rise above
What held me back but I let go

What held me down but now I know
How this is it on with the show
I go on with to play the part
Of me subsequently being

Since I am I might as well be
Part of it all however small
Who I can to see what I see
Part of the sky like stars that fall

To go on a hell of a ride
By this transcendental freeing
Takes all I have gives all I need
To play my part with all my heart

So I rise though to my surprise
Having been freed to be indeed
Open and with hope in my eyes
The meaning between after all

To live and since I live to love
Since I am the one to decide
The transcendental freedom of
The unsuccessful suicide



III



And so the moon comes up again
If not quite like last night
If not spectacular
When it was like a pumpkin then

But it comes up all right
All bright and if not quite all there
Right in my window where
Seeing it rise I realize

I come up like this too
As I am as it were
But when time comes to then I do
With moonrise in my eyes

In the immensity of night
Into my intensity of light



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 2, 2014, 2:58 pm


Expecting the Rain



I expected the rain to come by thunder
And lightning but now as it comes I wonder
If it has decided to ride in under
Cover of a mist arising to persist
Little by little surprising to insist

As from nothing it grows into anything
Goes out of the stillness when then from the mist
Comes the thunder and lightning and everything
The wind at the end and the howling I missed
Down in the flatland of that land I am from

Expecting the thunder and lightning to come
To become something that nothing can resist
Up through this high desert place come to face me
One born in the thunder and lightning to be
At the destination of my destiny

Expecting the rain accepting the wonder
Of being surprised by lightning and thunder



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 28, 2014, 5:51 pm


The Wind



The wind picks up in the afternoon
Blowing away the day
Singing of bringing the evening soon
Knowing now come what may
The evening will come how it must become
Calm again just that way
It tries to surprise the rising moon
Still as the falling stars

So the wind blows and the show goes on
Calls though it falls away
Till then "be still" as Venus and Mars
In silent interplay
Go on with the show when the wind has gone
As I know I go who
Come to become when the wind has come
To pick me up then too



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 28, 2014, 1:25 pm


Just So



Hair down the middle
Unbound all around
Riding the riddle

Tuned in and turned on
He got it let go
Got lost and is found

In flattering pants
Patent-leather shoes
And ironic books

In some old Who's Whos
And iconic looks
Everything just so

Nothing left to chance
And (just so you know)
Nothing left to lose:



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 26, 2014, 8:15 pm


The Other Side



for Patricia Lance



Sometimes I wonder if someone is there
Not understanding but sensing something where
As if the other side of some divide
Between the one dimension and the other
The wall of it all I sense my mother
At the wall there calling from the other side

When one and another then we both are
Either side of time now through the wall somehow
Palms facing through space as if through glass when
I sought her in the sky then thought her a star
But she was not up there she is here now
To see me through it all through the wall again

I understand how love goes on now where
Sometimes I wonder if someone is there



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 26, 2014, 12:14 am


Cannabis butter is like caviar
A little dab will do I have found
A mindful spoonful here and there we are
Or I am anyway upward bound
A therapeutic thing to have around







Nov 23, 2014, 11:08 pm


Warm Through the Storm



When Marisol eats she eats it all
A hog of a log of a dog
Eats like a hog then sleeps like a log
A hog of a log of a Marisol
By me on my bed immovably

I say "get down your end baby"
And she says "I may or not (maybe)"

A hog of a log of a dog
There is nowhere she would rather be
Near as possible here to me
Asleep to keep me warm through the storm
A hog of a log of a Marisol

A hog of a log of a (hog
Of a log of a) dog-dog-dog



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 22, 2014, 5:56 am


Through the In Between



Time comes and I go on
To fall like a star
Always but how far
Where do I go be gone?

Where do I go when
Now transcending then
Finds me of a mind
To go behind there
Through the in between?

(If I go anywhere
If you know what I mean)

Is now then again
The what of ever
Or is it never
Being forever?

(Either or neither nor
Whatever it is for)

Spring through summer and
Fall to understand
Winter after fall
Yesterday before

(Someday after today
Time comes and overcomes)

Somewhere anyway
When tomorrow comes
For me and I find
I am everywhere
Anywhere at all

To go but not be gone
Always never far
To fall like a star
Time comes and I go on



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 20, 2014, 2:35 pm


Dwight and Mamie



Dwight David Dugong was swimming to the sea
Transcending the rest through the estuary
Swimming east to west because Mamie Manatee
Up another river down the other way
Had asked him to swim against the tide to be
There so he went where he was sent by love one day

Under the water he wondered on the way:
Could one manatee take one dugong two make three
Unity triangulate duality
To bring two tribes together singing in the sea?

A dugong may dream anyway and he did
Marrying Mamie they had a kid named Syd
Singing to her softly in sirenian song
As along the laughing calf grew long and strong
Dwight noticed her tail was not shaped quite as his
Nor Mamie's was but how it was now as what is

Undivided by tails divided or not
Now to see a seacow somehow no matter what
Syd the symbol of the solidarity
Of Dwight David Dugong and Mamie Manatee



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 19, 2014, 12:18 am


The Ride



My life is a roller coaster ride
Instead of out of my head inside
Heading up and down headsnappingly
Now every day this happens to me
Happening how I happen to be

A merry go round a carousel
Daydreams of heaven nightmares of hell
Formerly more latter latterly
But this up and down situation
Is my crucible of creation

And I can mean what I might or may
By charting stars seen along my way
Who wish I may wish I might to write
The ride up who write it down right now
When up and down then around is how

I go to learn who return to tell
You too of the ride I know too well
Who ride too if you do alongside
Unknown but known unalone with you
Instead of out of my head inside



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 17, 2014, 9:48 pm


Edge



In an idiocracy on the edge of time
I do the best I can through mad nursery rhyme
Hanging on somehow hoping for the best I try
For meaning in the in betweening or what for
To live some meaning through it all before I die

Rising in the fall of it all looking for more
Finding maybe less but how it is now I guess
Wanting to be happy and knowing you do too
In betweening the meaning of life more or less
To do the best we can who do what we can do

I do the best I can through mad nursery rhyme
In an idiocracy on the edge of time



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 17, 2014, 1:34 pm


Latterly



I have been trying to be positive
And so on my way to death as I live
Have been focusing on what is good of
Me at this late hour focusing on love

Knowing how I go now is what matters
As my former reality shatters
Latterly I grow up at last to be
The best I know of only lonely me

Having come through the negativity
Of what never was to what forever
Really ever means through the in betweens
Having fallen but having risen too

Here I am and there you are too as you
Have come to become the way we all do
And here we are really as life goes on
But let us go on until we are gone

And so on my way to death as I live
I will be trying to be positive



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 15, 2014, 8:03 am


I Will Not Be Made Afraid



Fascism comes to a country through fear
As some of us see when it comes like here
"Wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross"
But fearful jubilation feels like loss

Not feeling afraid I could feel left out
As out-of-style where fear is in the air

Doubling down dumb is becoming the style
But I feel too polite to fight and shout
Like some of the fearfully dumb here who
Want the end of the world to come (for some)

Having been saved not by faith but my doubt
About being afraid to be and do

To do and be out-of-style with a smile
Like Voltaire and a certain savoir faire
The fearful have won but still I insist
Until the dumb wise up I will resist

The fearful have chosen but I have made
My choice too: I will not be made afraid



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 11, 2014, 5:35 pm


Turning but Rising



for Franziska



I



I want to write clearly
Speaking truth as nearly
As my eyes can see it

Rising then to be it
And being it to do
What it takes to be true

I want to be so you
When you remember me
Remember me truly



II



I dig a big dog can you?
Dig a big fat cat that too
Once Franziska had a rat
She dug that was big and fat

And so she had the best of
Big and fat in ratly love
Though she was allergic to
Him so bid adieu ah-CHOO

She is not allergic to
Me I am glad to say who
Can dig a big dog can you?
(I can dig Franziska too)



III



I had a cat named Noodles once I miss
Who disappeared one day a lot like this
For thirteen years he was my roommate and
I always had someone to understand
Then he was gone when I had to go on

Noodles Freddie Noodles I miss you so
When you went missing we both had to go
And I lost everything I had went mad
Who whatever happened never to know
But you were the best cat I ever had



IV



The wheel of life turns
And somebody learns

The hard way again
The only way then
How we know now when
Through the surprising
To where we must go
Turning but rising
Sometimes we just know

And somebody learns
The wheel of life turns



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 11, 2014, 4:36 pm


Truly



I want to write clearly
Speaking truth as nearly
As my eyes can see it

Rising then to be it
And being it to do
What it takes to be true

I want to be so you
When you remember me
Remember me truly



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 9, 2014, 6:01 am


Friends from Faraway



get well Alexander de Juan



I



Apart
We are together
As but

A part
Though apart whether
Or not

We know
What seen from afar
We see

And so
We know what we are
To be

Soon and
We see what we mean
As one

Moon and
Stars as ours between
The sun

Arcing
A spark connects us
To shine

Sparking
The dark reflects us
Divine

The ends
Of the sky join hands
Tonight

For friends
From faraway lands
Who write



II



Big dogs large dogs heavy dogs are
Arf-arfully glad to get this far
Out of town and into renown
Dogs of the desert known up and down

Marisol and Bowser are who
Are doggedly two to dogly do
To any what many wonder
Who wonder too but are understood

Rising above then from under
Dogs who mean well two dogs who are good
Dogly dogs to doggedly be
Arf-arf-arfully good friends to me

Big dogs large dogs heavy dogs know
How I am mad but are glad to go
With me to go mad doggedly
To dogly get me now having got

Out of town and no matter what
Into what is but out of is not
For then again forever is but
Now as what we never forgot

Big dogs large dogs heavy dogs are
Arf-arfully glad to get this far



III



Any of many loved and lost who
Lived through it as you and I try to
Could tell us what we already know
But is good to know though even so
How life goes on with or without us
Now but there is no doubt about us
We are supposed to be here and here
We are somehow and this much is clear

So since we are we might as well be
Aware of each other you and me
Compare notes and keep in touch as much
As we can when having come through such
Things as maybe only we can see
In each other brother-sisterly
Traces in the faces of any
Of many of any of many

Loved and lost but beginning to win
Loved now what was lost then found again



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 6, 2014, 3:43 pm


Porcine Koch brothers with porcelain teeth laugh
Having cut our people down by half
Wanting it all and spending for our fall
Not to stop until they have it all
Having cut the deal for the other half
Then impeachment is what they will do
When they will be impeaching me and you
Laughing through their porcelain teeth they
Have gotten away with yesterday today

Tomorrow will come but may we become
Better than this than go down this way



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 2, 2014, 6:16 pm


Any of Many



Any of many loved and lost who
Lived through it as you and I try to
Could tell us what we already know
But is good to know though even so
How life goes on with or without us
Now but there is no doubt about us
We are supposed to be here and here
We are somehow and this much is clear

So since we are we might as well be
Aware of each other you and me
Compare notes and keep in touch as much
As we can when having come through such
Things as maybe only we can see
In each other brother-sisterly
Traces in the faces of any
Of many of any of many

Loved and lost but beginning to win
Loved now what was lost then found again



Steven Curtis Lance










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