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Selected Poems of 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

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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

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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

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Mar 14, 2010, 8:10 am


If Life Does Not Make Sense

for my facebook friends

The hardresting people in
The west of the northsouthern east
Have a sense of direction at least
Where the upper lower middle class
Ends up taking it in the ass
But they take it on the chin

If life does not make sense
Of direction or otherwise
It is the consequence
As Police Chief Victim said
(Falling asleep to realize
He had not gone to bed)
It is the consequence within
Updown society
The north of the eastwestern south
Looks better off to me
He said from both sides of his mouth

The hardresting people in
The east of the southnorthern west
Felt disgruntlement begin
Said they were best never mind the rest
Hardresting people spoke of here and there
And nobody ever got anywhere

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Mar 13, 2010, 9:08 pm


This is the Time of My Life to Live Love

this one is for Sian

The mother of my children recently
Sent medicine by our son my namesake
And this gesture of solidarity
Turned out to be what I needed to take
To make me able to continue my
Journey with those we are connected by

Recovered now reflecting I would say
If I were one to be giving advice
To do something like what she did today
Create astonishment by being nice
Nicer than someone expects you to be

This is the time of my life to live love
No longer interested in being
Better than anyone else not above
Nor beneath but here alongside as we
Are and here alongside I am seeing
Our transcendence seems to be the point of
It the correct fit for those who live love

To transcend is to care and not to care
As Eliot had it and to sit still
At the still point where the dance is and there
Be balanced in the universal will

To be at the still point turning with all
To be the universe reflected small
At the still point of the turning learning
Seeing being transcending returning
To universality forgotten
And yet remembered by those begotten
By love to live love universally
At the still point there to be everywhere

I grow old though I still find happiness
Which is how I know I am still alive
Nor do I think one has life left unless
One can greet happiness should it arrive
And know how it feels and need not explain
But note the absences of fear and pain
The presences of curiosity
Of feeling loved of achieving success
Of being good enough ultimately

I am supposed to be apparently
Not having died when I could have
Nor even yet when I would have
Apparently I am supposed to be
Surviving to thrive transcendentally

This is the time of
My life to live love

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 11, 2010, 9:27 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1430:
During the Wild Ride


During the wild ride there is no time there
Is a suspension of that dimension
And nothing else but flying through the air

Something else beyond my comprehension
So that it always surprises me when
I get back I want to go back again
Though I would I could have been wiser then

If I could I would choose pleasure not pain
But we beggars are not really choosers
Not really chosen winners and losers
The used and the users then there is me

During the wild ride here is everywhere
Utterly open possibility
During the wild ride there is no time there

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Mar 7, 2010, 9:04 pm


To Fall Like a Star

I am brittle now and my teeth get sore
Ghosts trouble me and haunt my reflection
My nerves know pains from mental to dental

Imperfect as I pursue perfection
I never feel like eating anymore
Never feel the fun in fundamental
And my clothes are not right for the weather

Struggling along against the infection
My body is not right my mind is wrong
Suffering something like sacramental
Ups and downs looking not finding it yet

Both feel as though feeling the rejection
Of self by myself my body my mind
Contending and tending toward ending their
Uneasy partnership of convenience

I keep trying to keep us together
Though I understand in a higher sense
Someday I must leave imperfect behind

Had I known that pain could feel so intense
I never would have lingered here so long
Seeing how being now can hurt and yet

I look up into the face of the moon
And keep hoping things will get better soon

It turns out to be exhausting to get
That moment in the sun I waited for
What I thought I wanted somehow and yet
Fast as I run it precedes me the more

But I am privileged to be and see
This pursuit of perfection at close range
Through which I have stubbornly stayed this me
Which you might have heard of subject to change

I cannot help but pursue perfection
As an idea if not a statistic
Whether madness or divine election

I am and do but am realistic
Pursuing the pattern of a star in
A state of fallenness never known to
The me I was when I came to begin
Being becoming as I am and do

I am brittle now and my teeth get sore
And yet I am curious to see it
I never feel like eating anymore
And yet I am furious to be it

I want to be somebody finally
A happy ending having come this far
Steadily if slowly but certainly
To rise if only to fall like a star

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Mar 4, 2010, 4:04 am


Separation

Depression is the purest grief
A personal grieving
The disappointment of belief
Turning from believing
To doubt about without relief
Except the relieving
Of death as end of everything
Where looks are deceiving
With all death as most life unknown
A solemn song to sing
A lonely song to sing alone
Of separation and leaving

A voice on the breath of the wind
Is rising through the night
Depression has come to its end
The only way it could
A soul escaping rises free
Ascending toward the light
Where everything is understood
And finally I see
The way I always dreamed I would
That I had grieved for me
And for the separation of
Myself as separate from love

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Feb 28, 2010, 8:56 pm


Prelude and Fugue in the Key of Be

The molecules align
To form this pattern which is me
In this unique design
This diagram of destiny
In which all things combine
Conspiring that I come to be
And live this life of mine
To take this existential chance
This opportunity
To be this +Steven Curtis Lance
Which spells me as you see

I am assuming I have come
To be to do some good
To write some poems and have some
Of them be understood
By some and understanding find
Some love to lift and live
The meaning of the higher mind
To give and take but give
More than I take to leave behind
More than mere memory
And not behind beyond instead
Of going back to go ahead
Through diagram to destiny
To be to do to do to be

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Feb 26, 2010, 9:09 pm


Farmyard Philosophy

being a poem in two parts starring the chickens
for Aurora and Robert whose chickens they are


I: Squawk

The chickens have drawn their dusty baths
In tubs they have dug in the ground
Fowl or run afoul our dusty paths
Where that which nourishes destroys
Cross where we both are doing the best
We know without knowing the end
Of the story while guessing the rest

Bobbing weaving walking around
Waiting for whatever life might send
Patiently since we have no choice
Though we sound impatient when hurried
And that squawk creeps into the voice

Fowl and those run afoul get worried
Worry becomes the background noise
While the foreground music of the mind
Whether of eggs or poetry
Sings about leaving good things behind
And about leaving graciously

But living till then human or hen
So it seems right we never know when

II: Meat Birds

Meat birds look to the scratch and not the sky
The farmer sees he need not clip their wings
Meat birds words do not include the word why
They generally do not ask about things
Except about the scratch naturally

When we never cock an eye to the sky
But only eat and excrete and revolve
Then we miss what we were meant to live by
So our ride on the ball turns out all wrong
And this is how some short lives seem so long
In our hearts we know we have to evolve

If you find yourself in the farmyard now
And you are not a meat bird after all
Be nice to the meat birds learn from them how
It is to be like them and then recall
That you find your eye will stray to the sky
And you find your words include the word why

And you are not a meat bird after all
Except about the scratch naturally
We are not meat birds not you and not me

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Feb 25, 2010, 7:27 pm


Who Am I? Love

The brittleness of morning and
Ennui of afternoon
Have passed and now I understand
That night is coming soon
And no matter the word will have it last
At the meeting place of present and past

At the crossroads of life and death I stand
With no idea how I came to be
My heart on my sleeve my soul in my hand
My alternative reality

I thought I had it figured out
But I was wrong
And yet I have no doubt about
This little song
You wait and see this will be what will save
Us all and me too more crazy than brave

So they wonder then well what does it mean
Is there something there we cannot see?
But they never look in the in between
Where I reside there where to find me

The rain on the street at nightfall
Something like tears of joy
Who am I? Love and that is all
One no one can destroy
Everlasting as the elements of
Matter which matter and who am I? Love

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Feb 22, 2010, 10:17 pm


These Oak Trees

These oak trees were here before me
As after they will be
So are able to restore me
If temporarily
To a sense of permanency

If I waited for forever
Then it would never come
Since strange as it seems it never
Is a thing without some
It is clear forever is here

Something to think about
When open minds let far come near
In neither faith nor doubt
In acceptance of whatever
Forever is never
Or it is now and I will be
Forever or never somehow
But I will always be

Although I am not an oak tree
Still I am some and thing
As one of the ones who broke free
And would try anything
To see if temporarily

I am not out of touch with reality
Because I was never in
We had never been introduced properly
So the process could begin
Of engagement so estrangement resulted
Through none of which was I ever consulted
As to what was real to me
Born to original madness
Predestined to recall
And prevented by its sadness
Not getting it at all
So I could only guess

Sorry to leave a mess

These oak trees were here before me
As after they will be
So are able to restore me
If temporarily
To a sense of permanency

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Feb 21, 2010, 6:21 am


Interplay

It is not easy to see
Truly important things
As though too important to be seen
Like for example with me
You might not see my wings
Though they are there in the in between
Where truly important things are

There where we know what we mean
I have wings and you are a star
Where truly important we can be
The us we have always known
In the in between though hardly seen
There we will not be alone
Nor have we ever been

Interstitial spaces of the mind
Secret places left behind
As too crazy to contemplate
By the more bark than biting brave
Too late then but not too late
To remember ourselves and to save
The us by things in the in between

In the dark matter of the universe
Some people get better when life gets worse
In the in between where things really mean
In the still small voice in the dead of night
You might not see my wings though they are there
In the interplay of darkness and light
In earth in fire in water and in air

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Feb 18, 2010, 8:38 am


The All in Always

When the veil is withdrawn and I can see
The all at once it is too much for me
To think about at once to understand
It then but feel in its totality
That sense of other that feeling when we
Shiver to the touch of an unseen hand

To be is to be beyond what is known
And being and yet not being alone
Is perhaps the ultimate ecstasy

When the veil is withdrawn as it is now
I can see behind and beyond these days
When the veil is withdrawn I can somehow
See all the way to the all in always

And as beautiful as it shines displayed
Projecting presents for the unafraid
A magic lantern show which fate allows
For the beauty of its possible nows
At once it is too much for me and so
I remember to forget when I go

But remember it in that moment when
A moment passing not to be delayed
Could only be by only being then

A magic lantern show which fate allows
When my healing comes by my being ill
And the veil is withdrawn for me to be
Remembered if then forgotten again
To shiver a moment of clarity
For the beauty of its possible nows
Ask will I be healed and answer I will

And the veil is withdrawn and I can see

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Feb 16, 2010, 9:38 pm


Algorithm of Equipoise

As space is curved to make what goes around come
Around that much better so I can have some
I wait for the some which is coming for me
All I am attuned in anticipation
With a sense of curvilinearity

Absolute freedom informs the position
Of poised pause prior to initiation
Where possibility awaits ignition

Though my eyes are open behind them I know
That I am one of the ones to be alone
I see the possibility I forgo
And whether wisdom or fear of the unknown
Which keeps me attuned in anticipation
Of poised pause prior to initiation
Absolute freedom informs the position

I avoid conflict but see how it destroys
Those who against their better judgment submit
I strive for the perfection of equipoise
To transcend tallying and the tit for tat
I know what I would like and it is not that

If I found it I would know that would be it
I might never but I keep an open mind
Leaving nothing since here there is no behind
In which to leave things but only around me
As space is curved to make what goes around come
Within its curvilinear direction
Around that much better so I can have some

Only this point with all within connection
Here where I lost everything and it found me
With a sense of curvilinearity

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Feb 16, 2010, 4:12 am


Dona Nobis Pacem

Kyrie eleison is what I would say
Were there a proper mass and were I there today
Conflicted nostalgia which one might best explain
As humankind begging God for mercy again
Only lonely humans as far as I can see
And each would like to know: why is God mad at me?

From a distance I recall inbred tradition
I remember stillborn inborn inhibition
And if my God existed he or she would be
The answer to the existential question: me

But where there is empathy there is attraction
Let the fire fall and the magic begin
To break through from good intention to good action
Where those who lose themselves are those who win

Right across the world humankind cries out tonight
In the birthpangs of existence as our birthright
Dona nobis pacem is still what I would pray
Grant us angry animals peace someone someway

In nice neighborhoods they speak of love
To each other but they do not speak to me
Misunderstanding is a part of
Eating each other because of property
As I try to stay out of their way
What they speak is not spoken by what they say

Here at this late hour here at the start
Of always we arrive hearts in hands to be
Willing or unwilling each a part
Of a great if dysfunctional family
We who are alone together are
Scattered shattered shards of a bright fallen star

Alone together each in our way
In worlds our own though cheek by jowl in the street
Wondering someday will someone say
What we cannot say when we cannot but meet
Wondering if we could make things right
And why we are alone together tonight

Kyrie eleison is what I would say
Were there a proper mass and were I there today
Conflicted nostalgia which one might best explain
As humankind begging God for mercy again
Only lonely humans as far as I can see
And each would like to know: why is God mad at me?

From a distance I recall inbred tradition
I remember stillborn inborn inhibition
And if my God existed he or she would be
The answer to the existential question: me

But where there is empathy there is attraction
Let the fire fall and the magic begin
To break through from good intention to good action
Where those who lose themselves are those who win

Right across the world humankind cries out tonight
In the birthpangs of existence as our birthright
Dona nobis pacem is still what I would pray
Until we angry animals evolve someday

Dona nobis pacem Domine

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 13, 2010, 8:00 am


Now?

Nothing is as bad as depression makes it seem
Reality is never half so bad
It feels like a nightmare although it is a dream

Unconsciously afraid consciously sad

The future was not bright for me
Nor was the present right for me
The past was left but gone

How
Else to go but to go on
Now?

Time of times in timeless flow
Edge of the moving stream
Of consciousness of time and space
Beyond these as their transcendental grace

The intersection of it all
The point as great as it is small

The human race turns over in its dream
Of here and it is where
The existential asking place
Is and it is asking there

Where everywhere is now so now I know

Nothing is as bad as depression makes it seem
The human race turns over in its dream
And suffocates the sufferer
As it were

But if I should awaken tomorrow I might
Be able to figure it out
But am already having a nightmare tonight
Which only awakens my doubt

And yet having left the light on
I see
The past has left but gone
To be

Nothing was as bad as depression made it seem
Reality was never half so sad
It felt like a nightmare although it was a dream

A point as great as it was small
The intersection of it all

And when I awakened I dreamed I had gone mad

How
Else to go but to go on
Now?

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 11, 2010, 9:04 pm


To Transcend

for Gerald Tate

May I transcend someday somehow and may
Death the ineluctable
Come as it will nor would I elude it
To find indestructible
This old soul when young life has renewed it
To rise again and to be
The continuing quintessential me
And the how it will be now will be right
If I am to rise and am to go on
I will if forgotten at least not gone

I have found existence to be painful
And deity when it deigned disdainful

Oh leave me alone to do as I please
I just want to say
But this is how I defeat our disease
To transcend this way
And I will be freer than anything
I ever imagined before in my
Pretranscendental perspective I bring
So painfully to bear before I die
I want to transcend and I want to sing
How I never dreamed I could get that high

Human life does not so much have an end
As rather a point at which to transcend

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 11, 2010, 5:46 am


Actors

Here we have no continuing city
Here we are wandering and homeless souls
We may not seem it while sitting pretty
But out on the street and hitting potholes
Then is when we feel it then when we know
As actors who are at our best in tragic roles

The dog came to me and offered his bone
And so I see how I am not alone

Here I get depressed and disappointed
Here I know what but cannot see how
Feeling disconnected and disjointed
Needing to reconnect now with always
As if it were forever even though
I know my always is only my now

The girl came to me and offered her kiss
And I have known nothing better than this

Here we build walls to keep each other out
Here we use fear to keep each other in
It seems to me the purest faith is doubt
And I have faith in my doubt about sin
But guess sin would be whatever hurts me
Whatever hurts you would be sin then too

And so I see how I am not alone
And I have known nothing better than this

We will have to stop hurting ourselves to be
Worthy of ourselves and being seen to see
Then seeing out from in see our way to begin
And being and seeing and freeing our souls
As actors who are at our best in tragic roles
When the dog and the girl and I will all be free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 8, 2010, 9:24 pm


Love in Hell

There was a girl in the psych ward
Who stood out from the rest
Because she warily ignored
Everyone there but me

Margaritaritamargarita

Scary clowns in hospital gowns
Noticed how she was dressed
(As if they noticed anything)
I noticed she was bored

Margaritaritamargarita

She noticed silkscreened Bob Marley
On me and smiled at me
She sent me through the ups and downs
And I began to sing

Margaritaritamargarita

Sad clowns shuffled out of our way
Alive in Unit Five
We decided to live that day
Though damned and in hell's hive

Margaritaritamargarita

She took my book a trophy to
Dinners of nothing but
Air only air (and knew I knew)
Far as the eye could see

Margaritaritamargarita

If I go back no matter what
I know where she is there
And I know she will remember
August in September

Margaritaritamargarita

A ballerina from Russia whose smile
All white teeth and fragility
Within a mask of pain
Made me forget we were crazy awhile
Inciting possibility
And we will meet again

Margaritaritamargarita

+Steven Curtis Lance



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