Login |   | 
Login:  
Home                     About           Forum           Active Topics

Search: 
Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

Displaying Poems 1 thru 25 of 2731 Poems

Pages:                     10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110 


Mar 28, 2017, 11:40 pm


Opera Buffa (work in progress...)



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

Old as I am may I 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







Feb 15, 2017, 10:42 pm


I Get You and You Get Me



for Franziska on her birthday



On your birthday half of how
Old your Steppenwolf is now
Friskaziska you are who
Get me just like I get you

Having been and having seen
Love knows what we mean between
In the in between we see
Incoincidentally
As life goes on so love too
Goes on transcendentally

Knowing us and what we mean
Going on and on somehow
For anyway and always
However many birthdays

Knowing we will always be
I get you and you get me



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 1, 2017, 4:50 pm


Persisting



Coup d'etat or conquest
Call it what you will
Whatever it may be
Is making me ill
Taking its toll on me

This vulgarian
Authoritarian
Kakistocracy
Is not for me I see

And seeing the rest
Of it being depressed
I can feel the chill
Of dystopia now
This is it somehow

But if I can persist
Not a lesser-than
A now or never man
However I can

If I can not give up
If I can live up
To what I have lived for
Like never before
At a time to insist

Persisting I resist



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 28, 2017, 9:36 am


Light



The ends
Of the sky join hands
Tonight

For friends
From faraway lands
Who write

One to
One who understands
One too

One and
Another one who
Transcends

Like light
Back and forth and through
The night

And so we join hands
My friends



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 27, 2017, 4:04 am


The Dog Who Ate it All



Marisol Marisol
Is the dog who ate it all

Lying down to nibble
Each little bit of kibble

With a smile on her face
And an unexpected grace

Considering each one
By one until she is done

Which will not be before
There are none left anymore

And then she licks the floor

Still hungry until when
She will eat it all again

Marisol Marisol
Almost wide as she is tall

But be that as it may
More to love of Marisol

Is more of what may be
What it all means anyway

What that may be is she
Means to be and I agree

She never wants to miss
Any little bit of this

Whatever it may mean
As seen in the in between

Where Marisol has seen

Here where I made a friend
To transcend with in the end

The dog who ate it all
Means what it all means to me



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 12, 2017, 5:36 am


Order in Disorder



A mystery box
Full of paradox
This history of me

My sense of order
Is a disorder
Paradoxically

My poetry goes
Like this I suppose
As what I do to be

It just goes this way
Being so to say
Written in Lancean

It must be just so
(And just so you know
All of it is for you)

Better to be than
Not to if I can
Doing what I can do

I never could change
Have always been strange
From a strange family

Hard to understand
But this is it and
This is what got me through

Obsessing guessing
Confessing messing
Around with words somehow

Is what I do now
Who I am and how
This disordered order

I do not complain
Of my damaged brain
Because I got this too

A mystery box
Full of paradox
Order in disorder



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 5, 2017, 12:08 am


Let Me Let Me



They say I should pray but I do my way
Like tonight I was praying and saying
Let me be happy like let there be light
The way a god might say creatively
The magic words into the void of space

But changed it then to say let me let me
Regretting having been my enemy

Given the circumstances to edit
It slightly to give me some slight credit
For getting through although forgetting to
Remember I was then but now I see
Here I am and I seem to be staying

Getting to know myself better I get
The feeling it is up to me to be

How this is it now my time and my place
To do what I can before I forget
Saying my praying the way that I do
Let it not be meaningless at midnight
Let me know what I mean and be alright

Let me let go of not to be to be
At the beginning of always tonight

Let always be always beginning here
Now never ending transcending the fear
Of a quiet man in a quiet place
Of diamonds on black velvet by night
And bright shining refining gold by day

One another might be listening through
The darkness to one who is other too

If so it hardly matters what I say
Anyone out there would know what I mean
Whoever whatever he she or it
May be or maybe not be let me let
Me say the magic words and get them right

But the void is full of stars anyway
And something like love in the in between



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 4, 2017, 9:10 am


At the Turning of the Year



Here I am for better or worse
Turning through the universe
Looking up from down on the ground
Turning around and around
But learning from it I have found
How I have to spin to win
And so now I do it again

Having no choice anyway
But finding my voice on the way
Knowing how from having been
Around somehow to now from then
Through new years and new birthdays
To be between now and always

Never dreaming that I would
Ever make it or that I could
Turn out to be understood
As good do well survive arrive
Strangely changingly alive
Another year older but here
Through the darkness through the fear

But dreams though not admitted to
As ever dreamed still come true
Dreams never dared to dream will do
What they will as they come through
The turning come around to be
Looking up from down like me

So here I am for better now
Having spun and won somehow
What I learned though I was turning
To go who come returning
For another turn at learning
What I am to learn from what
Turns out to be to be or not

Another year older but
Here at the turning of the year



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 1, 2017, 11:33 am


What I Got / At 62



What I Got



My forebears far back as I can see
Were to their credit free spirits like me
Even when hobbled by religion
They cobbled through by curiosity

They wobbled some like some of us do
But got there in the end where they got through
The destiny of my origin
In the origin of my destiny
Choosing each other freely as they
Found themselves in each other their own way

Bound together by their tendency
To be curious but curiously
Not to blame them in time they became
Some crazy people looking for the same
Who found themselves before they were gone

Winning or losing but with what they won
They went their own way but they went on
To become something that came with my name
By the time I came along to be
Ending up with me being crazily
With something not to be gotten rid
Of unforgotten I got like they did

As what I got from my family
Something I bring that would come anyway
To the end of what has been to try
To live up to or down to it or die
Trying to be transcendentally

In the destiny of my origin
The only way out to now through then
For me has been to see how it began
Curiously again and again
Learning the way out turns out to be in
The origin of my destiny

I got through a lot so I ought to stay
For the rest of who I am with what
Is why I am how I am so why not
Do the best I can with what I got



At 62



Some people are old at 62
Others seem younger or are trying to
But turning 62 as I do
It feels pretty old having lived a lot

Getting crazier with what I got
From those who went before me as I go
Into 2017 although
Still pretty immature now even so

62 on Highway 62
At the Hi-Desert hideaway between
Life and death in 2017
When I write you though you know what I mean

Something that makes me feel like I should
Go on doing it being understood
It feels pretty old but it feels good
To be understood and understand too

What I get out of it is I get
To get to know you and never forget
Somebody gets me so I go on
At 62 still until I am gone

So here I go for another round
Knowing from going around and around
Being seeing in the in between
Love is all the meaning I ever found

The meaning between to be or not
Is the meaning between us me and you



This is what I got at 62



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 25, 2016, 9:52 pm


In the In Between



for Franziska on Christmas Day



Franziska and I speak of psychosis
Having us in common and
We wonder why but try to understand
Our common diagnosis
She understands me uncommonly as
Ever as she always has

Whenever it is however we are
Rising to our falling star
Wherever we are is never too far
In parallel though we fell
Through hell being here now doing as well
As we can when this is it

Recalling it all to never forget
Seeing is believing in
Us being us wherever we have been
A positive prognosis
For the work in progress of existence
Because of our persistence

Glad to be mad with somebody who knows
How it is and how it goes
Under a falling star but rising now
Wondering with her is how
Together we weather the whether or
Not and if to be what for

In the in between where we met and where
She is here as I am there
Between us to see what it means to be
Here as there what we have seen
What it means for us in the in between
Here as there and everywhere

Having suffered some as we suffered from
What it took us to become
Us now as I look how far we have come
In uncommon company
Being us knowing we know what we mean
And seeing us overcome

Between us in the in between I see
What Franziska means to me



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 24, 2016, 11:43 pm


Christmas Eve



Any way you may or not believe
However you do a holiday
May you be jolly now anyway

Love to all and each on Christmas Eve



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 22, 2016, 3:44 am


A Falling Star to Keep



I



On the eve of the Eve of Christmas Day
Between the rain and the rain again
The cold wind blows but shows the sun in
Its arc through the dark bound on its way
Around to be found where it has been

Whether or not I end or begin
The weather like life goes on anyway



II



I want to go on
Until I am gone
To see if I can
Not be lesser-than
But do something good
And be understood

To be or not to
Now but if I do
Go on to do it
Poetically
Knowing how to be
Having been through it
Doing this as I
Go on being me

I want to go through
With dreams coming true
As the world goes by
I want to go too
Until I am gone
Because I went on



III



I never knew my father
Because he could not bother
But he was young like he said
Then to me though he was dead
When we spoke posthumously

He was a hitman but he
As a poet too like me
Sometimes says what I should write
Like I write right now tonight
In this poem anyway

Here from there to now from then
Through me from the other side
From across the great divide
As we resurrect again
Our poetic history

What we had in common found
Bound by blood on common ground
Yes I am mad and I guess
This is too but I confess
This poetic mystery

On one and the other hand
Wondering I understand
Wondering how it could be
Understanding it would be
"Lancean" he says to say



IV



The birds have fallen silent I think they went to sleep
Winter enters steadily is already here
Foreshadowed twilight shadowed in a different light

The shades of the day until it fades away
From gold to red to violet as blue becomes grey
As it gets older and colder and it falls

Only the dark now the lonely wind calls
Though the moon is near the sun so soon to disappear
Into black velvet with diamonds tonight

The night is dark and deep with a falling star to keep
Like a spark of hope the morning star will appear
Until it fades away into the shades of the day

The day on its way out transcends its way in
A day away ends beginning again



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 20, 2016, 2:05 am


Winter



The birds have fallen silent I think they went to sleep
Winter enters steadily is already here
Foreshadowed twilight shadowed in a different light

The shades of the day until it fades away
From gold to red to violet as blue becomes grey
As it gets older and colder and it falls

Only the dark now the lonely wind calls
Though the moon is near the sun so soon to disappear
Into black velvet with diamonds tonight

The night is dark and deep with a falling star to keep
Like a spark of hope the morning star will appear
Until it fades away into the shades of the day

The day on its way out transcends its way in
A day away ends beginning again



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 17, 2016, 12:04 am


Crazy Ride



In an unreal reality show
My only way out looks lonely now through
This crazy ride about to begin
Already unsteady but here I go
Feeling unstable not really able to

This is what is not what might have been
As crazy outside of my head now as in

My mind is not right not quite I know
But I know who I am and what to do
By not giving up living up to me now
For what might have been or what might be
Might as well resist insist on being free

Seeing them being who know they ought
To know what they are doing but they do not

Being me doing what I know how
Through madness within and without into
This lonely way through each to their own
Alongside on this crazy ride with you
Alone together reaching through the unknown

Living up to us when now is when
By not giving up on us is how we win



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 14, 2016, 9:20 pm


Franziska and Me



If Franziska says my whiskers are fine
I take her opinion over mine
Not that I want to cut them anyway
Never mind some other day

Nor is it ever a good idea to
Handle such sharp things too much if you
See clear through the mirror the way I do
Seeing way too much that way

But being there seeing she is who
Knows what I mean I suppose having seen
Where I have been having been there too

Been through hell as well to see
But wonder what is reality
Seeing existentially
As we do but as who know what we mean

Being us seeing us in between
Understanding me still she
Says "Alles wird gut" and it will be
If Franziska is with me



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 10, 2016, 10:21 pm


Anyway



Being how I am become
Some old man somehow come
To be certain of only
My uncertainty as
Changing I see how change has
Its own way as what does
Not change strangely not what was
But is uncertainly

When my only certainty
Becomes the sum of now
Through this disability
Of mind to find my way
Through yesterday to today
Now somehow if I can
Then to be now anyway
Becomes enough for me
Neither more nor lesser than

Having been to be some
More now than before I see
Becoming some of how
Is becoming me somehow
Revealing me to be
Real who feel reality
Come through me to transcend
My beginning by my end

As some of how become
Now is how I overcome



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 7, 2016, 11:16 pm


Elephant



I



What we have here
Is the fear of fear
Of the unknown
Of being alone
Of everything
And this is the thing

What is to be?
What happens to me?

As what you and
I who understand
Feeling this way
Have felt anyway
For so long now
Who wonder somehow

Now there are more
Of us than before



II



The news is ridiculous
And yet I meticulously
Read it greedily each day
As if I need to anyway

I seem to have to get it
But then I have to regret it
Seems to me it seems to be
Getting harder to be this way

Through this much-too-muchness and
Such out-of-touchness out of hand
Out of mind for even me
Unkindness through absurdity

In this random universe
In tandem with what makes it worse
This fandom of cruelty
That history repeats I see

I know I have to let it
Go try though fail to forget it
Regretting so what I know
Is getting to me letting go

The elephant in the room
Trending toward my impending doom
Absurd enough to be for
Me to read less who need no more

Less is more and more is less
More or less ridiculous



III



I suppose there will be a war
Now as how it goes and went before

Who knows but I suppose that how
It comes might come as a surprise now
To some living to forget what
The unforgiving never forgot

Some would forget but I could not
What to get from getting old I got

Falling recalling all the dead
Who were sent and went but are no more
Recalling all the fallen when
I think of now I remember then

That they should be living instead
Of who would forget what they died for



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 30, 2016, 11:34 pm


The Role of a Lifetime



Am I demented or just insane
As I have been (not to complain)
Having after all a damaged brain?

Just wanting to be happy though
How I have to be having to go
Along with what comes along now

Wanting to be happy anyhow
Just glad not to be sad about
What is now and then how it turns out

Insanely or dementedly
It seems to me now I seem to be
Having a good time being me

The role of a lifetime this is it
Having it now before I forget



Steven Curtis Lance










Email: 



Displaying Poems 1 thru 25 of 2731 Poems

Pages:                     10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110 









[ Back ]


NEUROSCIENCE, CONSCIOUSNESS, BRAIN, MIND, MIND-BRAIN, NEUROINFORMATICS, NEURAL NETWORKS, BRAIN ATLASES





Home     |     About     |    Forum     |    Feedback  


Copyright BrainMeta. All rights reserved.
Terms of Use