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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 1, 2016, 9:09 am


Away



I



The razor wire was on the inside
Of the cage and there was the joke
A suicide I thought I had died
But in the cage is where I woke

The top and sides were made of chainlink
But the razor wire made me think

And if I lived and I stayed inside
I was paid cigarettes to smoke
Prescription labels on the outside
From the inside since I was broke

Face to the sky through the chainlink then
But the razor wire was facing in



II



The orderlies never beat me
In the lockdown psych ward
Though I teased one about his hair

I was already old
So all they ever did was scold
And tried but failed to scare

I never got the yellow board
They tied us to when there
And then they got disorderly

But not on me because
Being a suicide I was
No fun not one to care

They never took me away
Because I was anyway



III



And here I am in Paradise
Valley anyway
Where it really is pretty nice
On a bright blue day

Apparently supposed to be
Or so I suppose
One of those things I guess like me
That goes on and goes
And what it all means heaven knows
I wish it would share

But then again I could be there
On this bright blue day
Could find myself in Paradise
Valley anyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 28, 2016, 8:29 pm


Unfashionably Unfascist



Fascism is in fashion now
But not for me
The opposite of free not how
I want to be

Not one of those so I oppose
What heaven knows
I see them hail out on the trail
I pray they fail

Unfashionably unfascist
As I lived I
Live by love and until I die
By love still free

Albeit unfashionably
I will resist



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 24, 2016, 11:00 pm


A Circa 1963 TV



Across the desert floor I see
A circa 1963 TV
Consumed by some consumer and
Landing beside a cactus in the sand
To ride the sun into this land
Standing in for Venus on an old show

And I could understand that though
I think it looks more like Mars as far as
Whatever other world it was
But it was this one that looks otherwise

Seen on TV by other eyes
In 1963 and it could be
This circa 1963
TV across the desert floor from me
Was how they saw that show back when
Consumed now resumed on Venus again

Or on its stand-in now as then
A circa 1963 TV



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 19, 2016, 10:01 pm


Tick-Tock



The tick-tock of the clockwork of me
As the wind blows through the bronchial tree
Assures me how the machinery
Still does now what it was supposed to do
So long ago and all along through
So many ins and outs and ticks and tocks
And through the shocks of a few hard knocks

I keep going because it does until
Gone when I will go on then but still
It goes although all those years behind me
And shows that it goes to remind me
How between heartbeats now before this breath
In between to be and not to be
I find the meaning between life and death

So the machine goes on until gone
And so I go too then I will go on



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 15, 2016, 8:22 pm


In the In Between



for my fellow artist Franziska



What I always wanted to do I tried
To and did so I am satisfied
To be doing what I knew I should when
I did then and now would do again
Doing what I do like I knew I could
Being an artist to be understood

When the unspoken that may not be said
Is spoken in the in between instead
Between us where we find what we mean

The only way we lonely ones like me
Find each other across the divide
One from another to the other side
Like sparks through the dark we arc to be
Understood and when we are it feels good
To be and to know we did what we could

Between two stars as we fall through the sky
The meaning between us when you and I
Find what we mean in the in between

I find myself too by finding you
Doing what we always wanted to do



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 10, 2016, 7:36 pm


Transcending



Through incidental sadness
Of being day to day
To transcendental gladness
Of being anyway
From pole to pole of madness
I journey through the week
Being glad today to say
Transcending as we speak



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 8, 2016, 8:20 pm


My Star as Far as I Can See



for Franziska



You are far away and I am too
But here we are anyway you
And me pinking with propinquity
Thinking with specificity
In an embrace across time and space
Alongside along the long way

Stronger for having gone the wrong way
The hard way better exercise
The letting go to embrace surprise
Face to face gone through having gone
On to be and do and to go on
A journey that is not a race
But unites us in spite of it all

And it was you as I recall
As it is now and as it will be
For the rest of my destiny
I suppose and who knows but I do
Who daresay it is fair to say
Though far away we are anyway

Sometimes it seems like dreams come true
And when they do then like now I see
The best of destiny to me
Is you though far away and me too
It was always you after all
Out of the blue and into my heart
To be a part of me apart

The best of the rest of me is you
My star as far as I can see



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 26, 2016, 6:51 pm


Minding What Matters



Along the way it gets so existential
So you notice though it always was
Gets pretty real here along toward the end
When lots of things I thought were not essential
Got essential after all because
Falling what mattered was calling a friend

When it all shattered wondering what
It mattered understanding it did not
Shattered a friend is what mattered then

Late in the season listening to reason
More than before though late in the day
Never mind forever now find how to
Get what gets to get through a change of season
Letting it rearrange you get who
You are what you got so far anyway

Minding what matters late in the game
Finding a friend to remember your name
If you are lucky like I have been



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 24, 2016, 6:58 pm


Turns Out



Once someone loved me at least for awhile
And then she did not but I can smile
Alone and on my own to remember
April again when in December

Not minding if she forgot me because
Remembering how stupid I was
The funny thing now to me is how we
Thought it would be for eternity

Once someone loved me at least she did then
And when she did not I thought again
Loving and losing someone learning how
Eternity turns out to be now



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 22, 2016, 8:53 pm


Paradise Valley Suite



for Franziska on her thirtieth birthday



I



A wash of wheels across the way
Across the wash where the road washed away
Where flashing lights warn silently
Sounds like an ocean occasionally

With wheels in motion riding to
Tidings of a rising tide coming through
Surprisingly the ocean in
The motion of wheels beginning to spin

Having lived by the sea I see
The sound of it found and remembers me
Understanding me with nary
Any ocean unimaginary

Recalling it all like I do
Because it was once in the desert too
And sand around me far and near
Resounds to the sound of the waves found here

In washes of wheels anyway
The sound comes redounding from yesterday
Every now and then like a sigh
When a wave comes in when a car goes by

On the Twentynine Palms Highway
Across from the Hi-Desert hideaway



II



Paywalled at the Times that time of
The month when something I love
Gets hard to get to when they get
Hard on who has not paid yet

Not letting in someone like me
Without a subscription now
Not having me getting away
With without having to pay

Not having paid but having strayed
Having stayed too long afraid
They know who we are who have not
Paid who strayed too far and how

This month got hard and I cannot
Pay for what I did before
I got in but not anymore
Not with more month than money

They sell me tell me pay up but
I wait for the wall to fall
On the first of the month to be
In time at the Times for free

Marching right in no matter what
Past the shortest month of all
Along about now not funny
Cutting me no slack I see

Paywalled and stalled as I have been
Done in when I try again
To read one letting me read ten
Stories no more getting in

The paywall got me not to let
Me in to test the limit
Of free of me very wary
The rest of February



III



Insider gone outsider doubting about
It out there outside it all inside out
Because where I found my way out here was in

When I wondered what then but now said when
You get now you get it how to let go then
When then is ending so now may begin

Getting now is how I got to letting go
Letting go is how I know life goes on
Betting what is left on love now having gone

Insider outside it all I recall
My way out to go in to know what I mean
Being or not seeing what lies between

Having gone to go on having gone too far
To ever return to never I know
Having seen always turning in the shadow

Outsider inside it all after all
Out wondering under a wandering star
I think I know where you go (here you are)

Gone all the way having fallen through a crack
Of always to love and never go back
Resisting not being insistingly free

Gone on to become having come to be
Seeing I exist being persistingly
(And wandering star you understand me)

Having to be having not having been
To always be now like I never was then



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 22, 2016, 1:09 am


Paywalled



Paywalled at the Times that time of
The month when something I love
Gets hard to get to when they get
Hard on who has not paid yet

Not letting in someone like me
Without a subscription now
Not having me getting away
With without having to pay

Not having paid but having strayed
Having stayed too long afraid
They know who we are who have not
Paid who strayed too far and how

This month got hard and I cannot
Pay for what I did before
I got in but not anymore
Not with more month than money

They sell me tell me pay up but
I wait for the wall to fall
On the first of the month to be
In time at the Times for free

Marching right in no matter what
Past the shortest month of all
Along about now not funny
Cutting me no slack I see

Paywalled and stalled as I have been
Done in when I try again
To read one letting me read ten
Stories no more getting in

The paywall got me not to let
Me in to test the limit
Of free of me very wary
The rest of February



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 19, 2016, 9:48 pm


Nest



The birds know best
How to build their nest
As they have done
Now building this one
Having practice

With instinct to go
By on the fly
They have come to know
How to get by
Ravens and the rest

Their eggs safely
Surrounded by thorn
Resting to be
New birds to see born
In a cactus



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 19, 2016, 8:24 pm


Where the Road Washed Away



A wash of wheels across the way
Across the wash where the road washed away
Where flashing lights warn silently
Sounds like an ocean occasionally

With wheels in motion riding to
Tidings of a rising tide coming through
Surprisingly the ocean in
The motion of wheels beginning to spin

Having lived by the sea I see
The sound of it found and remembers me
Understanding me with nary
Any ocean unimaginary

Recalling it all like I do
Because it was once in the desert too
And sand around me far and near
Resounds to the sound of the waves found here

In washes of wheels anyway
The sound comes redounding from yesterday
Every now and then like a sigh
When a wave comes in when a car goes by

On the Twentynine Palms Highway
Across from the Hi-Desert hideaway



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 17, 2016, 4:18 am


Mother of One



for Patti Lance



Of mobsters and monsters I am the son
But there was another a mother of one
Who made it so I could go on to go
On to grow up to know I was the one
That she would be there even when she was gone
On to go on to know this even though
Of mobsters and monsters I am the son
That there was another a mother of one



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 16, 2016, 12:33 am


Dust



I swept and I felt empowered
Before the dust devoured
Us into archaeology
These dusty dogs and me

Swept and kept us just above
Ground a little longer
I got tired but I got stronger
Because it was for love

To keep the dust at bay
That someday must sweep us away



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 12, 2016, 7:40 pm


Like I Never



Insider gone outsider doubting about
It out there outside it all inside out
Because where I found my way out here was in

When I wondered what then but now said when
You get now you get it how to let go then
When then is ending so now may begin

Getting now is how I got to letting go
Letting go is how I know life goes on
Betting what is left on love now having gone

Insider outside it all I recall
My way out to go in to know what I mean
Being or not seeing what lies between

Having gone to go on having gone too far
To ever return to never I know
Having seen always turning in the shadow

Outsider inside it all after all
Out wondering under a wandering star
I think I know where you go (here you are)

Gone all the way having fallen through a crack
Of always to love and never go back
Resisting not being insistingly free

Gone on to become having come to be
Seeing I exist being persistingly
(And wandering star you understand me)

Having to be having not having been
To always be now like I never was then



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 10, 2016, 5:53 pm


Let it Grow



I never ever cut my hair
And so it hangs down where
Now I can see how I am free
And having been to be
Unfettered and better off now
Than then and this is how
I mark my progress year to year

By this my ear to ear
Sign that I feel fine about me
Out and down my shoulder
Making progress getting older
A little longer and
Further along to understand
At least to let it go

I am and this is how I know
And so I let it grow



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 8, 2016, 8:06 pm


Chain of Being



Surviving yesterday
Today still alive
The struggle to survive
Striving strong in me
Surviving I arrive
Learning the hard way
Returning turning in
Not away to be
More now for having been

Arriving today
As a survivor of
Survivors who came
And went but meant for love
Earned what they learned and
Turning in not away
Came to understand

To be is to get to
Know how to let go
Of not to be now so
They were as they knew
Chose and made their mistakes
But those were the breaks
Having made mistakes too
Now is how I know
That they had what it takes
To be having been
Who survived by learning
To arrive turning

Not away but in when
Turning into who
Surviving arrived then
And lent me their name
Who sent me when they went
To mean what they meant
Between then and again

And I am like they
Were and who are to come
A link in a chain
Of being to become
And to overcome
Knowing who I come from
Going until gone
Knowing life will go on
Striving on its way

Surviving yesterday
Arriving today



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 6, 2016, 1:34 am


In Solitary Solidarity



Valentine's Day 2016



I may not be in it but I am of
And by and for the mystery of love
As my origin and my destiny
The best and the rest of the history
Of who I have been through it all to be
Now and how falling and rising again
In and out I see the way out is in

Having found above all and around me
Opening my mind to find it sought me
When who else would it be then if not me
Love that always found but never bound me
Not in now but of how love has brought me
Through it all to do what love has taught me
When I found myself love itself found me

I have turned with the world and I have learned
A thing or two about it as it turned
Out the love I spent is the love I earned
With all I lost and all it cost returned
To find myself by love and mindfully
In love with humankind though I am free
But of and by and for the mystery

Not in it but of and by and for love
In solitary solidarity



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 31, 2016, 4:28 pm


The Wind That Blows the Weather In



The wind that blows the weather in
Knows when and whether to begin
Or end and so this way or that
Goes weathering a windy day

Knows in and out and goes about
Understood as being good at
It blows weather as it goes by
Wind whether in or out again

The wind that blows the weather does
What it must do and just because

Going until it blows away
When in goes out this comes to that
In the throes of a changing sky
Blows off then goes on anyway

On with the wind off with my hat
The wind does just because no doubt
About it until turnabout:
The wind that blows the weather out



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 26, 2016, 8:49 am


The Moon and Me



Through the blue night I see
The moon aspiring up the sky
Rising from out of sight
In my window surprisingly

Inspiring me to try
Seeing it come back up tonight
From being down today
Like me come from around like I
Too try to anyway

And will again but until when
I do then still to be
Aspiring through the blue again
Soon too the moon and me



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 24, 2016, 7:28 pm


Destination



I like to be in a destination
Out somewhere elsewhere determinedly
Somewhere I used to come on vacation
The destination of my destiny
Destined to bring out the best within me

The vindication of the rest of me
In situ in a situation of
Falling through a crack in society
But after all above it all by love
Saving my life in my estimation

Because I exist I believe love does
Too seeing you being me and because
We exist we resist what never was
For whatever is our situation
Because here I am insisting to be

Out somewhere elsewhere determinedly
I like to be in a destination



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 24, 2016, 1:56 am


About You



When I think about you I
Think what would I do without you my
Friends who transcend alongside
Me along toward the end for the ride

As I am along with you
Alongside too with you for your own
With someone to understand

No wonder I think about you and
Think how could I be without
You now about how I think about
It good not to be alone

To have a friend along about now
Having been without somehow
Seeing I am being understood

Freeing me to do some good
By doing well with someone to tell
About it in parallel
Arcs like sparks across the dark tonight

Through such hell as we know well
To as much of paradise between
Us as to know what we mean

Someone to wonder about it to
Someone else wondering too
Understanding and seeing the light
Alongside us shining bright

All along beside us being who
Understand us as we do
Wondering about it me and you

And when I think about you
I think what would I do without you



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 21, 2016, 3:50 pm


Otherwise



Fear of other
Of one another
Scared of any
Other so many
Dare not compare
Though of many one
To anyone
To otherwise where
If unafraid
Comparisons made
Free us to be
Made otherwise see
Us be us we
Who are each other

Just past the fear
Of other made clear
To our surprise
To see otherwise
When we begin
To see us then in
Other eyes who
See otherwise too
As us because
As it always was
Familiar
As we always were
As each other
Of one another



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 20, 2016, 7:32 pm


The Long View



If you take the long view like I do (or did
By the time you read this) you can see
Well enough to tell your ego from your id
Tell your superego let it be

Until it gets it tell it to take its hell
And go let it go I learned too well
The hard way the only way I ever do
When wrong was lonely in the long view

Then if you live long enough you will get rid
Of anything inconsequential
Like me when many become existential
Not only philosophically

When you find out the only way out is in
Shedding your skin again and again
But not lonely (not only) then to be free
Like me maybe an elderly kid

If I take the long view like I do (or did)
I can see you take and make it too
I can see us be as far as we can see
If I take the long view like I do



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