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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 22, 2010, 9:50 pm


The Other Goodbye

I remember now it was inviting and
How it was exciting I remember now
Here in the here and now I remember how
It had its ugly underside I understand
But I understand what was exciting was
What was real what I feel at this late hour still

It has to be this dangerous to be this much fun
And is only made more beautiful because
Although it had its ugly underside and does and will
And I have slipped and fallen there a time or two or three
That is not where you look if you are looking for me
Since I am here in the here and now to be and to stay

So this is not goodbye this is hello
The other goodbye in another way

I once believed it all works out but now I know it does
And it has to be this dangerous to be this much fun
Although it is the hard way it works out even though
The easy way gets harder at the end of the day
I still believe in miracles because I am one
But it is only a matter of time until I know

Although it is the hard way it works out even so
At the end of the day the hard way is the easy way
By which I mean to pay attention to the in between
To feel the forgotten and see what the unseen was
To be here in the here and now to be and to stay
I once believed it all works out but now I know it does

So this is not goodbye this is hello
The other goodbye in another way

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 21, 2010, 10:07 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1434: Friend

with all my love to all my friends

Ultimately what it will be is you and me and how
We got along and did right or wrong and then would be now
Because it always has to be and always is somehow

And it will come down in the end to what kind of a friend
I was because you just know that is how it has to be
When I am invisible except reflected by those
I chose or who chose me to be the mirror I suppose

But I can be your mirror and your mirror can be me
And it turns out ultimately what it will be is now

My seeing is the freeing of my mind of my being
Never left behind nor lost ahead but always simply
Now being and now freeing and now seeing being free
How meaningful it is to be the me of you and me

To be that kind of a friend it comes down to in the end

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 21, 2010, 3:46 am


Within Darkness

When light is long and low late in the day
Waiting for me within darkness is dawn
The only thing left when the dark is gone
And nothing lasts forever so they say

I have done it the hard way for so long
Pomp and extenuating circumstance
Not really knowing what I am doing
Trying to do right and not to do wrong

Growing up as a boy in a bubble
I cannot complain but I do anyway
Since everyone else can as well as do
If I complain I have it coming too

Though I have nothing to complain about
And I am content because I know that
The light is on within when it is out
With the equipoise of a diplomat

I can embrace the one or the other
I could reach for the light but why bother
When the wheel of life is the rheostat
Bringing the light up and down and around?

It only goes to come around in fact
Whenever the light is lost it is found
Returning from its turning back intact
When night is longest then light comes again

The sun is still there where storms are brewing
Here where love surprises on the rebound
Where no one wants to be any trouble
And nothing lasts forever so they say

The turning and returning I live by
Beginning up east and ending down west
To me yet continuing through the rest
Unmoving and yet always moving on

And all things turn in turn within the dance
Turning as light and darkness interact
Around the wheel of life across the sky
When light is long and low late in the day

And I am content because I know that
Waiting for me within darkness is dawn
With the equipoise of a diplomat
The only thing left when the dark is gone

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 20, 2010, 1:24 am


A Healing Dance of Our Common Things

for my friend Edwin Cordevilla and the Facebook Poetry Community

All of nature conspires to cause me to see
Every season each year every hour each day
The simple glory of how it is to be

And I see it now and this is how I pray
My offering of thanks in these patterned words
Imitating other animals and birds
One with them looking for my place in the sun

Facing east and lifting my soul to the sky
Embracing love wanting to share it though none
Can really describe it to nonetheless try

By means of symbolic signification
Of love and of its ramification by
Means of grace through time and space to bring your face
To a smile awhile by magic for a spell
Of all the spells I know my favorite one
Which I have practiced and enjoy doing well

And the lotus unfolds only asking me
Take a chance to see what the universe brings
And make a healing dance of our common things

Where we may speak what may not be spoken yet
What has to be spoken by someone somehow
Where we may remember before we forget
About the simple glory of being now

We may be bruised but we are not broken yet
Here where life is love and love is poetry
All of nurture inspires and rouses to see
What we have in common in the commonplace

Every season each year every hour each day
The simple glory of how it is to be
And I see it now and this is how I pray

Turning west returning my soul to the sky
None can describe it but nonetheless I try

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 19, 2010, 2:45 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1433: Saturday Night

Saturday night is a good time to be:
Better than any weekday then and when
At its best a romantic fantasy
Of two romantic fantasies entwined
So that they have no choice but to remain
Fantastic when Saturday night is gone

If you believe it is easy to see
In dreams coming true again and again
Returning with the turning of the days
Down Saturday nights into humankind
Up Sunday mornings of divinity
And ever further inward to always
Ages on ages as the dance goes on:
Saturday night is a good time to be

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 17, 2010, 5:26 am


What Matters

I have come a long way but had a long way to go
And am still going and coming so I cannot see
If I am there yet or if I get there how to know
Where there is if where there is has specificity

What we always thought could never be is probably what
Will be because of something like the sense of humor of
A universe of multiversal serendipity
As we remember things we never knew and yet forgot

It all comes back to us and now it all comes back to me
I never knew what it was if always what it was not
But the purpose of the exercise turns out to be love
Which turns out to be everything our source and destiny

Love is what matters when reality shatters leaving
Only a black hole where the mirror used to be
When life is disjointed and I am disappointed in
Everything else love will never stop believing

I have come a long way but it took awhile to begin
To stop caring about broken mirrors and such
When life is disjointed I am not disappointed (much)
The first to the finish is not the one to win

And I believe in love as the only thing I know
I have come a long way but have a long way to go

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 15, 2010, 10:19 pm


Spring Lotus Song

for my friends Aurora and Robert

This is the thing the thing about spring
The thing about spring to make you sing
If only in your heart silently
When you sing in spring you sing about
Living and about celebrating
Everything leaving none of it out

To sing in spring is the thing to bring
Totality to reality
Behind out of sight and out of mind
A quintessentially simple thing
Though out of season quite hard to find
Happening all at once wherein we
Are emboldened to abandon doubt
A season though doubt would clutch and cling
About everything in spring we sing

We know what we are singing about
Each with our note in the harmony
This is when all of us finally
Forget ourselves and get it in spring
Everyone at once having their say
Singing everything so it makes sense
A sounding resounding tapestry
Hearing it here in the inner ear
Where only the inner eye can see

When you sing in spring this is the way
Manifestations of life appear
When the signs of life are most intense
And God is not far away but near
As here in your heart waiting to be
Your lotus unfolding day by day

Ah!

This is the thing the thing about spring
The thing about spring to make you sing

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 12, 2010, 8:40 pm


Faith

I think of my ancestors who applied
Themselves to perfection such that they died
Anyway but who took their chance to try
And do their perfectionistic best to
Move on up and get a piece of that pie
And got it and had it and ate it too
And stayed imperfect but I understand
This trait fate passed down to me by their hand

I think it could be the strength of their faith
Was that they were weak and afraid of death
And were not hypocrites enough to lie
About it and if they doubted it they
Just put that part of it on layaway

Since they somehow had an awareness of
The strength of their faith and knew it was love
Beneath all the shalt nots and shoutings peace
Above the tumult of it all
A loving goodbye a peaceful release
Becoming a leaf in the fall
And till then doing the best we can do

I think it could be the strength of my faith
Is though I was weak and afraid of death
And am not hypocrite enough to lie
I am now no longer afraid to die
Becoming a leaf in the fall
Since I somehow have an awareness of
Above the tumult of it all
The strength of my faith and know it is love

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 10, 2010, 8:25 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1432:
Great White Wings


for Patricia Lance

Great white wings behind and over me
The love of my mother
Great white wings to find and cover me

The love of none other
Than she who gave me this life arrives
And comforts me and shows
That she on these wings of love survives
That she is and she knows

And that I never need face alone
The madness of my days
The love of my mother for her own
Is here now as always

Great white wings to find and cover me
Great white wings behind and over me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 10, 2010, 12:04 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1431:
Hell of a Show


How entertaining to be

I am and I am not sure
With that shared uncertainty
Which we endure but the cure
For which is mortality

Cure and disease as it were
An irony I regret
(Entertaining even so)

I remember what was good
All that possibility
With what was bad understood
And let go of now by me

In all a hell of a show

And it is not over yet!

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 9, 2010, 2:41 am


Something Out There

The universe is beginning to look
A lot more interesting now than what
We used to think of as the way it was
As all the laws of physics we once took
For granted are turned inside out because
Though we thought we thought a lot about it
Yesterday when we thought less than we knew
Today we know we knew less than we thought

The universe keeps surprising those who
Think they have it figured out but who miss
The universal heartbeat pulsing through
All even them since it feels like a kiss
A kiss beyond any doubt about it
And sometimes we fear some things being true
Like that something out there we feel in here

The common name we have for it is love
And because hate is only love gone bad
The opposite of love we know as fear
Tingling along the shadowed edges of
Us where what is known and what is not known
Contend and conspire to leave us alone
Without knowing anything only this

Fear is the feeling which can drive us mad
But we feel love's heartbeat within our own
Though we hesitated to admit it
Yesterday when we thought less than we knew
Today we know we knew less than we thought
There is an it to get and we get it
I think we always got it but forgot
There is something out there we feel in here

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 6, 2010, 5:24 am


Lotuses Unfolding Everywhere

As we come to learn
It is better not to interfere
With lotuses unfolding
As we come to turn
Inward to watch the blossom appear
And see what it is holding
We need never earn
That universal scolding
Of being embarrassed by impatience then
When all we need to do is be till when

Not doing anything but being there
With lotuses unfolding everywhere
Surrounding us around us and within
Wherein the process is to begin
Again since beginning is what we do
Where our lotus dreams begin to come true

There is the where within the wherein
Within at the point we know to be
The still point of the me as of the you
The irreducible essence we
Recognize as where we really are
As there we recognize each other too

This is the there where we find
The heart and the soul the point of view
And also the state of mind
Which make us each a separate star
Make us feel active and like taking charge
Like making things happen and living large

But we should leave the lotuses alone
And simply be happy that they are here
To bloom as they know best till when unknown
When we will know there where we will know why
Not doing anything but being there
Separate stars together in the sky
Lotus dream constellations coming true
Watching the blossom appear
Learning not to interfere
With lotuses unfolding everywhere

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 4, 2010, 5:43 am


Here We Are Again

for my fellow survivors

We suffer in this life but not in vain

The most important things we learn
We learn by accident
Each of us could have gotten killed
Yet here we are somehow

"Better to marry than to burn"
And other odd advice
Whether misunderstood or meant
Was our hard way to learn
Requiring virgin sacrifice

There is where our youth went

It took the skills of our most skilled
Attorneys and physicians
Scratching their heads at our limitations
Matching them though through their ministrations
To barely squeak us out of some
Tight spots and awkward situations

Like being strapped to gurneys now
And then along the way
In ambulances to the promised land
Learning hard lessons of the day
Through occasional crackups in both kinds
Crackups of bodies and crackups of minds

We have been overcome but we have overcome
And having overcome what overcame us
We came through what we thought was hell
And we came through it pretty well
We might be stubborn but we understand
And nobody else survived to blame us

So... here we are again

Whether meant or misunderstood
Feeling good about being now
Being well and doing well by doing good
Seeing the universe by giving a hand
Freeing the multiverse by taking a stand

Falling or diving in any case arriving
Being and seeing and freeing ourselves to
Keep having accidents and learning as we do
The most important things we ever knew

A little wiser... here we are again

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 2, 2010, 6:13 am


Toward a Philosophy of Being

In our universe of unfolding multiplicities
Where and when anything can happen and everything does
With so many choices and chances confronted by these
As well as so many other questions questioning through
Our multiplying multifoliate realities
We might fear how it might be as opposed to how it was

But how it was might not be how it is or it might be
And we are only here and now no matter what we do
Only this for this moment with no further guarantees

Yet nothing but possibility is nothing to fear
For us here in the now of being now and being here
And whether it is serendipity or the unseen
Or likely the former in the service of the latter
Here we are as we are now at the heart of the matter
The meeting place of time and space on the point of the spear

We who have been and who will be
On the point of the spear right now and right here
Are those who are and one is me

Happy to be here as to be anywhere
And it looks like this is the place
Happy to be now as anytime I might
Now when time intersects with space
Where there are a lot of questions in the air
And we hope things will turn out right

But things turn out right multifoliate ways
Each of them worth being to see
And where and when our imagination says
Trick or treat as we go and grow
Imagining down our nights and up our days
Dreaming them we make them so

In the in between of never and always
Remembered and yet waited for
In the equipoise of nothing less and nothing more
Right now right here on the point of the spear

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 30, 2010, 5:37 pm


Simply Because

Big dogs are stepping out in the out of doors
Large dogs on the town maybe one of them yours
Trotting right along as graceful as you please
Tippi tippi tip on tapered pointing feet
Tails like banners bobbing brightly on the breeze
Sniffing and sneezing should they happen to meet

And bark bark bark as they party in the park!

Those large dogs on those streets these big dogs on these
All over the city stepping out tonight
Out to taste the air of an evening in spring
Smiling with their tongues out because it feels right
Tippi tippi tip and a clicking of claws
Toes tapping out happy-ever-aftering

And woof woof woof as they dance up on the roof!

All the big dogs from distinguished to funny
Find a night like this to be too good to miss
It might have something to do with the weather
Especially now it is so balmy here
Temperature might be a factor whether
The night feels right after day bright and sunny

And bow wow wow they are barbecuing now!

Large dogs looked forward to an evening so clear
Some sporting sweaters all slipping their fetters
The best dogs because good dogs know no betters
And where are they trotting? I cannot say where
But they cannot either not till they get there
And why are they stepping out? Simply because

But is my tale of tails true ? ...I wish it was!

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 28, 2010, 6:09 pm


Courage

Because the universe is a multiverse
In which what is so is so and so and so
And everything is going all at one go
Turning and spinning and losing and winning
I choose to choose the better over the worse
What I would like to know beyond what I know

And though I know I am late to have done it
And though some who ought to know might be surprised
I choose to change for the better now because
I would like myself to be self-realized
Choosing the high road and having begun it
Doing my best I am better than I was

Though that was the best I knew how to do then
Now is better late than never I suppose
I will get where I get and will tell you when
I get there if I do so everyone knows
That all I ever wanted was to be good
Enough or if not then to be understood

If I can feel the corners of the now then
I think I can accept my position here
And can find my way to the moment of when
If things like the corners of the now come clear
Something to show me life is not meaningless
Something like the corners of the now I guess

Death has an appointment and does not delay
To take one so life might another one bring
I am old now and tired of being afraid
And though some being paid and some being played
Playing on others for pay can live that way
I choose to not be afraid of anything

I choose with all my heart to stand up and say
I choose now to not be afraid anymore
I choose now to turn from the dark toward the day
This is what I think I might have come here for
This is what I think I came to overcome
In a time for courage I choose to have some

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 27, 2010, 7:49 pm


All You Ever Wanted

a psalm

God no matter how I turn my back on you
You persist existing as you always do
Always listening sometimes answering me
While others refuse me as they confuse me

I want to go home as much as anyone
But it has been I never knew where to go
And remember what they call reality
Tells me I can never go there even so

If I went I wonder if you would be there
I want you to be and I want you to know
If so I am with you there as everywhere

The dream of becoming is becoming true
In the now as I become as anyone
Being in the now and with a soul to spare

I wanted some action I wanted to be
Here and here I am getting what I wished for
With all the doors open and all the lights on

You gave what I have but give me one thing more
Spark my humanity with divinity
Understanding each other we bring the dawn
I want to go home as much as anyone

God no matter how I turn away from you
You are at the center and are always there
Where all of my turning becomes returning
A homecoming without going anywhere

You insist on existing and that I too
Embrace this experience both of us share
Always listening sometimes answering me

And looking back now maybe it was always
That you answered me if it is you who do
Those things getting done without being begun
Things though in doubt I believe you know about

As one who has been with me and watched me says
I only noticed sometimes you were the one
But that you were always there as everywhere
If so I am with you everywhere as there

Could it be you never turned your back on me?
Spark my humanity with divinity
Understanding each other we bring the dawn
I want to go home as much as anyone

You are at the center and are always there
Where all of my turning becomes returning
A homecoming without going anywhere

You gave what I have but give me one thing more
An open relationship bringing the dawn
With all the doors open and all the lights on

Lord of the earth below the sky above me
In the now of our encounter face to face
I experience the freedom of your grace
That all you ever wanted was to love me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 25, 2010, 9:13 am


Imagine That

Imagine that the headlight beams of those growling cars
Approaching out of darkness far away
Slithering through the showering night are shooting stars
To sing our way to dawning silver day

When those stars fade out to leave us with the growl
Of one of those cars with a returning owl
As omen in its wheels we know how it feels
On a grey morning without any warning
To be slapped in the face with a sorrow of scars
And stars and cars winking out leaving only doubt

Alien and shocking in the morning light
A sacrifice of night to light the day
Something wrong as right surprising us to sight
Helping us to get to silver from grey
Omen out of darkness blooming from the night
We love you but hate to see you this way

Imagine that though we borrow and we lend
Yesterday the hard way remembered today
Imagine that we are happy tomorrow
As becoming happy becomes what we do
Toward finding ourselves and each other and love
Imagine that then till tomorrow comes true

Imagine that it will be beautiful for
Those of us for whom life is taking awhile
Imagine that we remember how to smile
And not be too grown up to imagine anymore

Imagine that those cars are stars and shooting now
Singing out strong and wringing the wrong from spring
We might as well be happy as to be anything
Determinedly determined to be imagining how
To welcome silver dawning day whatever it may bring
Those cars are stars and they are shooting now

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 24, 2010, 8:10 pm


We Are the Unbroken

It seems about inside and outside and which is which
But maybe even more so who is who
They do not like the likes of me and you
They lather up the followers to a fever pitch

Feathers strewn about
An existential struggle
Speckled hen taken!

Magic is spoken by the unbroken
In sign and token a fist in the air
And hope is still there as there is still here
Just as it was when hope sang on the air

It sings now again wherever we are
As it becomes clear that we have a star
Shining for us where magic is spoken
In sign and token by the unbroken

Dreaming in the dark
A surprising startling star
Now what will we do?

It seems about inside and outside and which is which
But maybe even more so who is who
They lather up the followers to a fever pitch
They do not like the likes of me and you

Perception is reality
I think I am and want to be
And she does too and so does he
And we will be the people who
Choosing to be choosing to do
Cause the magic to be spoken
Because we are the unbroken

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 23, 2010, 8:28 pm


What it Is

No one ever belongs to anyone
But if you will look closely you will see
That everyone belongs to everyone
And what it is is our propinquity
The web of our connections one to one
This is what we feel and I believe is real
Embracing us in shared humanity

(We are so needy we are so greedy but
We know we need each other no matter what
Else we have to know before we have to go)

In the evening of a long life looking back
I can see most of us mean well even though
Our pursuit of plenty underscores our lack
Even though we are all crazy even so
Most of us mean well and only want to be

(Always a happy happenstance
To be on the right side of chance)

Though no one can belong to anyone
And though if you look closely you will see
That everyone belongs to everyone
There are those who keep insisting anyway
Occasionally insisting about me

(Understanding nothing knowing
All incapable of growing)

Giving everything but reason to doubt me
I give everyone my best and you might say
That I am some no one who loves everyone
I have nothing and I give you everything
You are the society of hope I sing
You are the many out of which I am one

And what it is is our propinquity
The web of our connections one to one
This is something dying to be living for
To substitute the both and for the either or
This is what we feel and I believe is real
A human being nonetheless if nothing more
Embracing us in shared humanity

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 21, 2010, 7:28 pm


At the Crossroads of Nowhere and Everywhere

for Darlene Rima

Withdrawn in isolation I can say
From that isolation where I have always been
To this in which I learn to care and not to care
No more isolated here than anywhere
I can say I can see how some might choose this way
And be like me given opportunity
Of withdrawal from everywhere and nowhere
Where a Sunday in spring can mean anything
At the crossroads of nowhere and everywhere

Where I am out here as I am not in there
Isolated outside like the inside of me
Where my inside and my outside agree
With me that wherever I go I am alone
Resistance futile existence beautiful too
Anything can happen on a Sunday in spring
Persisting since I cannot see what else to do

If insightful not always easy to see
Where a Sunday in spring always means something
Hard to know though I know you know what I mean
Elusive and reclusive and slippery
In a convergence which has come to be known
In the museum of its community
As an artifact too fragile to be shown
And so remaining in the in between
Is represented here as poetry

Persisting since I cannot see what else to do
Where anything can happen on a Sunday in spring
Resistance futile existence beautiful too
Where I am out here as I am not in there
Isolated outside like the inside of me
Where my inside and my outside agree
With me that wherever I go I am alone

Though I can see how some might choose to be this way
I never chose anything but to be
Not even that at first but now day by day
Existence reflecting its alternative
Is uncertain enough that I might as well live
Interesting enough that I might as well stay
Where I have learned to care and not to care
Where a Sunday in spring can mean everything
At the crossroads of nowhere and everywhere

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 19, 2010, 7:34 pm


The Way I Would Sing About Spring

I see reaching roots and how they have grown
Over and under and over the stone
As here alone with it I see the tree
And I wonder if the tree can see me
If we share a mutual presence known
To both of us if somehow this could be

I sense a sense of mutuality

What I think is the thing
I like best about spring
Is life annually renewed
Asserting its birthright
Overcoming its doubt
Revealing its meaning

Out of nothing coming something

Surprising winter eyes
Into a better mood
Opening up and airing out
Renewed life reveals its meaning
Astonishing into sunlight
By original spring cleaning

The thing I like best about spring

I see reaching roots and how they have grown
The showers brought flowers but I would sing
Of roots reaching over and under stone
Never and always together alone
This is the way I would sing about spring
Over and under and over the stone

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 18, 2010, 11:55 pm


A Piece of the Pie

Though all of us would like to share the pie
Some claim it for themselves to keep us free
Though we without pie might not understand
Our health their loss their profit our disease
They might not understand us then till when
We understand and things get out of hand

To those held down now is always when
The time is for us to do as we please
Who only want to find out how to do
What makes them happy so we can be too
And I for one wonder if it could be
As happy as it is for them for me

Remembering what those with pie forgot
It is no longer enough to ask why
Now is when I would like to know why not
And would like to have a piece of the pie

To those held down when is always now
On pieless streets where those with pie prevail
We want to make it like they do somehow
And fight to but held down fall back and fail
Though we scramble still sick silly and sad
To save a little from those with a lot

When in the end it drives some of us mad
Who would like to have a piece of the pie
Who remember what those with pie forgot
Then is no longer enough to ask why
Beginning to feel things get out of hand
Now is when I am asking then why not

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 17, 2010, 5:46 am


Heyday

A lifetime ago and a world away
I used to never know but always say
And I wish I knew then what I know tonight
Though even tonight I hardly know anything

If I could I would go back and make it right
Fixing what I left by what I might bring
Future to past anachronistically
Maybe make it better in the presently
Unfolding lotus of the situation

Imperfect it might be but liberation
By the pure potential of the bud in bloom
Is manifesting now inexorably

Blooming my maturity I am staying
Marching into April and thence into Maying
Straying along as imagination calls me
The sacrifice consuming me as I consume
Life's kisses as seducing it enthralls me

I feel like life forgives me
In spite of my not knowing much now or then
Even as it outlives me

Once is enough nor need I live again
Only to live still simply to remain
And though I suppose it could be arranged
To rise and to return however changed
All in all this present life is going well

Plenty more of this parade to pass daresay
A lifetime ago having struggled through hell
My heaven will be here and now my heyday
A lifetime ahead and a world underway

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 14, 2010, 9:55 pm


The Face of Now

Marina Hata is a girl in Japan
Who was awake the other night when I was too
And she will be a star if anyone can

I know she gets it so anything I can do
I would as I could at least be encouraging

Then I see it in her photos: I see how
This face I see might just well be the face of now

And I can imagine a dream coming true
Coming through the valley of the discouraging
Coming up in the morning a rising sun

Some of us are born to be stars and we
Are proud to find them in our family
Some of us will be stars and I have seen one

Marina Hata is here to show us how
Inspiring it can be to be the face of now

+Steven Curtis Lance



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