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Jul 1, 2009, 1:23 am


A Being Simply Being

A misfit albeit within his own mob
A being simply being (in his way)
That crazy person next to you
Had never been able to hold a real job
Not if they told him what to do

He never heard a word they said
Nor would he have done what they said anyway
And not so much he would not as he could not
And should not be like them but himself instead

He has a real job to hold him nowadays
Almost if not real enough to pay the bills
Real enough to tend and mend his mental ills
Enough that he stays and (in his way) he pays

Sporting his specificity
Of being a poet (and knowing it too)
Affords his human dignity
And is a lot cheaper than treatment would be

How well do I know him? Well I know how
This crazy person next to you
Must feel to be since he is me
How it feels real to simply be
A being simply being (in my way)

Wheel within a wheel unreal within the real
I thought I was happy but I was not
Until I remembered what I forgot
I thought and forgot then remembered to feel

Simply being somehow if only for now
Since when never comes and as then goes away

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 24, 2009, 11:11 pm


Freethinker: One Pilgrim's Progress Swimming Upstream

I am therefore I hope to be

I am because I was

Having survived the worst of the
Effect of a lost cause
As aftereffect and very
Special effect of the elect

To which I do not belong apparently

Unelected unaffected
Neither cause nor effect
Which effect though outgrown is not rejected

Not the way the elected rejected me

But I have my own family
Of my creation now
Since I evolved somehow

Despite the aftereffect of the elect
Predestined persecutors of
Those who realize God is Love

Though my constipated conquerors despise
My God is Love I realize
Having survived the worst of the
Effect of a lost cause

I am because I was

I am therefore I hope to be

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 22, 2009, 10:42 pm


The Ringing Silence: A Prophecy of Love

There is only God the light alone
As God knows I am devil enough so he
Knows the devil is only my own
And those I have loved and lost watch over me
As I know they do whatever else is true

One thing I know as true is I love you

Sometimes we can see some something is right
Journeying alongside here you and me
As in for a long ride we might as well
Enjoy ourselves and keep us company

At diamond dusk each star becomes a bell
To ring inside us out of silent sky
Too pleased to hear them to ever ask why
We understand there is no reason for
The way it is (it is: no less no more)

We are reason enough ourselves tonight
While silent stars ring inside out of sky
Journeying alongside here you and me
We get it since we are it since we see

I see your eyes shine in the darkness for
One like me and I know you see
One like you who would know better and more
Two like we who would only be
The ringing silence of the light tonight

Sometimes we can see some something is right

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 16, 2009, 8:00 am


Shat

whence these dense trees?

My palm trees were shat out by birds
They sat and shat dining on dates
Ravens sat and spat out strong words

A raven's riddle germinates
Into the earth onto the air
Sit and sat spit and spat they shat

And yet they riddled even that

With question marks remaining where
Both rat and cat know better than
To question ravens like some man

But ravens answer anyway
Sitting spitting shitting between
Doing their do saying their say
And palm trees might be what they mean

I think they shat out these palm trees

All I know is I got them free
And grateful for such gifts as these
I wonder if you wonder too
About ravens and what is true

Or reading ravens might be you
In which case they are everywhere
In poetry and in this tree

Second helpings of dates then thirds
Providing for themselves and me

Up in the sky down on the ground
Above below and all around
This shared shade of a shat palm tree

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 15, 2009, 6:20 am


Staying Home:
The Song of the Saving of Studio Lance


I am going to die with a smile on my face
No matter how much it hurts
A scapegrace escaping with grace
After getting my just deserts

I am going to die with a gleam in my eye
Simply since what I have seen
Adventuring through time and space
Is better than what might have been

I would die as I live with my heart on my sleeve
Having always worn it there
But there is here and though I die I would not leave
Not with luck and answered prayer

I am going to stay here with love in my heart
Having sweet days for dessert
Just deserving to love after hate played its part
No matter how much it hurt
Or does or will to live my fill
A scapegrace escaping with grace
To die with a smile on my face

I will meet death ahead where I left it behind
On my next coming around
Let the smile on my face then show I did not mind
Because I was homeward bound

I am a scapegrace who refused to escape without grace
Fairweather friends had faith I would lose and said so
But I had more faith than they did so I said no
That I would go down the hard way and yet: somehow I won

Halfway through the journey my life has begun
I live now to die with a smile on my face
Having won night by day when the journey is done
I will come back in death as in life to this place

After getting my just deserts
A scapegrace escaping with grace
No matter how much it hurts
I am going to die with a smile on my face

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 9, 2009, 10:01 pm


I Am Nobody

If nobody is perfect and I am nobody
Does the exception which proves the rule apply to me?

A curious circuitous immortality
Through rejection to reflection of divinity
By election to perfection through nonentity

You say I am nobody anyway
Yet nobody is perfect so you say

Am I the exception which proves the rule
To make some somebody nobody's fool?

If nobody is perfect and I am nobody
Then the exception which proves the rule applies to me

And I know of some somebody who so wants to be
As I am who must not be because some somebody
But nobody is perfect and I am nobody

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 8, 2009, 6:20 am


In the Nightblooming Garden of Destiny

Around the corners of the night
As the dark matter of the universe
Edges the limits of our sight
Since sometimes to see the unseen is worse
The flowers of our fates unfold

As here within our hands we hold
Each other's hands and all we are

This is the meaning of the falling star

But at the falling we
Are only asked to be

And I only ask you to be with me

Around the corners of the night
We hold our hands and all we are is right

Here we belong to us alone
Where the most beautiful things are not known
Yet comprehended just in case
If all we know is that this is the place
Our fates await wearing each other's face

In the nightblooming garden of destiny
At the falling we are only asked to be

(And I only ask you to be with me)

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 6, 2009, 6:49 am


Dream Life

I have not lived much
Not been nor done such
Things as might ought seem

My life is a dream
Sometimes a nightmare
But then dreams are all
We need anyway

Though it might be small
My life has glory
Mounting the stair I
Live a love story

An autumnal day
Passing what and where
And approaching why
Remembering when

And then there was who
In that when of then
But now there is you
To dream life again

I dreamed you to be
And you dreamed me too
Mounting the stair we
Live a love story

Though they might be small
Our lives have glory
We dream gloriously

You dream life with me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 1, 2009, 2:07 am


Sunday Afternoon Triptych

I

Even So

love and madness

She is mad: not angry but insane
I never hear from her anymore
Something happened to her shining brain
She is but she is not sure what for

She is mad but I am not angry
I am just sad that she once loved me

And now she is gone
At least for awhile
And so I move on
With a knowing smile

Because she will come back to me I know
She is mad but I love her: even so

II

Propinquity

Oakland

The urbanity
And the urbanness of the city
The humanity
Complicated ugly and pretty
Appeals to me in its diversity

I feel the feelings of millions of
People like me out looking for love

This is the meaning of propinquity

III

Shine

curiosity gave the cat nine lives

The informed enjoyment of the beautiful
Separates us from the merely dutiful

I want to shine no matter what is mine
Or not since mine is pretty much nothing
Except for some weed and maybe some wine
But I know that I can share anything
Being part of the great conversation

I want to be a butterfly and soar
Transcending tribe and naysaying nation
I find that I want a little bit more
Than the meretriciously mocking saws
Of false overlords who write all the laws
In their favor
With no flavor

The informed enjoyment of the beautiful
Separates us from the merely dutiful

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 30, 2009, 3:17 am


Of These Our Mysteries

a love song

Burn my body on the beach
And my heart will burn true
To shine for all and each
Of the ecstasies of you
Burn me alive before I die
And burn yourself with me
Two torches blazing to defy
The dark which dares not see

Our mysteries held hidden now
Will bloom at midnight's noon
When one is more than two somehow
Beneath the waxing moon
We make two dreams come true to be
One with eternity
And I ask nothing of you
But that you let me love you

Burn me alive before I die
And burn yourself with me
Burn our bodies on the beach
And two hearts will burn true
Two flames combined to signify
One light which dares to see
To shine for all and each
Of these our mysteries

Of these the ecstasies of me and you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 28, 2009, 6:01 am


City Hall

They built their building all of glass
Then blinded us with blinds
To our reflections as we pass
These mirrors of their minds

Here is the power without the glory

The hidden meaning of it all
Escaped them long ago
No one can fight this city hall
At least they sure hope so

An ironic building of one story

Not iconic just ironic
Welcome to city hall

Home to the city's most exclusive club
The chamber of the star where power sits
The climate-controlled city council's pub

What they take in private the public gets
Back in the backside as some fine or fee
As they remind our freedoms are not free

A need-to-know basis pay-as-we-go
And where we are going they cannot say
They will not tell us so we cannot know
Since it is dark in there even by day

Crisp and abrupt closed and corrupt
Welcome to city hall

They built their building all of glass
Where kingpins stow their thrones
Behind their mirrors as we pass

But we might get in after all
When we return their stones

When we return their stones

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 25, 2009, 9:56 pm


The Great Conversation

Midspring midmorning is to midwinter midnight
As a sandstorm and a snowstorm are both weather
As a flame and a flower a kiss and a curse
Analogous as each reflects its opposite

We weep not just at funerals but weddings too

Twin sibling rivals who meet their reflections in
Eyes which might despise their own blood by other skin
Find that fighting cocks are two birds of a feather

Two sides of one coin reconciled in one form fit
Together to cause what is to be to begin
The great conversation of this it with that it

They counter each other the while they coexist
Displace one another as what they most resist
Yet opposites balance no matter what they do
And the wheel keeps turning to turn the universe

Love becomes hate by darkness: but hate becomes love by light

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 23, 2009, 4:25 am


Amica Nostra

Amica nostra: carissima mia...

(Leah)

I want you to know how happy you make me
Feel
When you bring the joy to swing reality
Real

I grope toward the future on hope from the past
With you the present as the gift of now
You teach me before we reach behind at last
Where moments meet at why-not and somehow
As we are now have been and will always be

Looking forward and back most fail to see
The here of now for looking too slow too fast

A couple of misfits who fit into one
Society of two
An association like the moon and sun
Which two as you and I
Shining just as they do
Reflecting each other across the sky
Embody and embolden me and you

We have known darkness and we have known pain
But we will never be afraid again

Amica nostra: carissima mia...

(Leah)

+Steven Curtis Lance



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this poem was first written in Leah's copy of my latest book, LOVE; I figured as long as I was writing in it anyway I might as well try and make it interesting








May 21, 2009, 9:31 pm


The Transcendence of Narcissus

my once and future autobiography

He seemed running away from something (hard)
Appeared in a hurry to get away
From those bodies buried in that backyard
Absent himself exhume himself daresay
And yet he never went anywhere at all
Then in November (like they all did) fell that fall

Risen as a daffodil in January
Though they call them all Narcissus here anyway
He came at last to embrace the temporary
Within his bulb and white roots in familiar clay
As he shone like the sun in his lightbearing hours
And so Narcissus escaped from the hothouse flowers

He transcended them it would be better to say
By starting where he ended but with higher powers
Of understanding as undemanding he lay
To slumber in the earth to bloom another day

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 19, 2009, 8:25 pm


This is It

for Santa Ana College
on the twentieth anniversary of my induction into their Hall of Fame:
thank you for teaching me
Philosophy


This ground of being which we are seeing now
Is only such sight as the wound will allow
As it throbs to the rhythm of labor pains
Bleeding out the generations bleeding through
Needing everyone and no one seeding you
Feeding me only so that the bone remains
Here where both are lonely yet neither knows why

As someone as one who knows nothing explains
While punctured patterns in the stars pass us by
Witnessing our birth then watching as we die
By if-perhaps-and-but we do what we do
Though if-perhaps-and-but we must do something
Even we predestined failures want to try
Seeing successes succeeding at nothing

Failure and success on the ground of being
Are two broken pieces embraced in suspense
Of the balance of power of impotence
And since no one is really going anywhere
We strive to arrive when we have always been there
Where wound as womb and tomb two broken pieces fit
As healed at last through realizing: this is it

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 16, 2009, 8:11 pm


Three Snapshots from Studio Lance

I

For those who might not get it yet should know
The reason I stay here so stubbornly
Is simply: This is Where I Am (you see?)
And being here see no reason to leave

This is an act of faith and I believe
May God help the damned fool who tells me go

II

Washing my clothes the hard way then hanging them on the line
Enlightened by marijuana then emboldened by wine

The most energy-efficient dryer these spring washdays
Is the sun: something which makes me believe that something stays

III

I am not only an "old soul"
I am one of the ancient few
One of The Ancient Ones: a role
Model mirroring old-soul you

Leah...

...Leah

(I am so glad to see you when I do)

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 14, 2009, 7:08 pm


We Understand Us

for Leah

Enormous eyes uplifted spoke to me
As if with voices and faces their own
Like all the reflections in my mirror
And like all my daydreams of destiny
Sudden surprising when I was alone
And now one voice one face becomes clearer
As the lotus unfolds inside of you

I look at you and for the first time see
You bud into bloom as brightest and best
Your heart is strong and simply seeks to be

I believe in you that your heart is true
Living in darkness has sharpened my sight
Blindfolded but not blind I spy to see
Your spark in the dark through this lonely night
As coming to me inevitably
And only natural and only right
So I unbind my blindfold to see free

You make my heart strong and seek to be too
Enormous eyes uplifted speak to me
With voices our own when we are alone

You understand me and I am impressed
You saw me from across the great divide
And saw we are the same beneath the skin
Hearts bud into bloom as arms open wide
And lives are uplifted as joys begin

Enormous eyes found what nothing could hide:
We understand us (never mind the rest)

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 11, 2009, 1:14 pm


A Letter to Leah

Dear Leah:

I want to let happiness happen to me
And yet I get in the way of its process
Though happiness happens mine happens to be
Always round the corner along with success
The problem I guess is I worry too much
From the constant attack of anxiety

The gift of empathy gives as given me
As selflessly as not for the self as such
Through me as to me as others feel its touch
Since I am not some self-healing physician
Merely some poet-musician-magician
More like the sorcerer's apprentice really

My friend since enemy of my enemy
Of all needful things what I have most need of
Is first to accept and then return the love
Of one willing to attack anxiety

Anxiety is anxious as anything
Confronted with love by harmony and peace
As our coming together wins our release
And this is what they mean when they say "meaning"
They say it means everything actually
I want to let happiness happen to me

As happiness happens you happen to be
One who makes me happy to be and to do
Like the way it feels when I feel me love you
Youth is not beneath me nor age above you
And here now somehow despite what might have been
What meaning means for me is that you love me

Time slipped away from me as I from it
I was always anxious trying to get
The pieces of these hours and days to fit
And I have never been able to yet

Somehow I feel like you know what I mean

Being an existentialist means to
Live in a state of arousal as you
As if existing through sheer persistence
Keep on insisting on your existence

It helps me be and do to be with you

I want to let happiness happen to me
And yet I get in the way of its process
Though happiness happens it happens to be
Always round the corner along with success

Love,

+Steven

A Private Postscript: Nobo

The hobos are a little bit too needy
A little aggressive as I start to think
Their problem is really that vodka they drink
Their begging gets a little bit too greedy

If I gave them good wine they might be just fine
Though I can hardly afford to share it now
And I hate to give them ganja anyhow
Since I need it at least as much as they do

I think drinking vodka skews hobos askew
Notice I carefully avoid saying "know"
But if they get pushy and they bother you
I will push back if they push as if I knew

Because I think a thing or two even so
Notice me carefully practice saying "no"

Love again,

+S

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 2, 2009, 10:16 pm


The Beating Breathing Present

They were uncomfortable with silence
They heard time pass and in the passage death
Which they had seen in all its violence
Reminded with each heartbeat every breath
Agonies soon to be realities
Were coming to conquer their common sense
And comfortable commonalities

The ache at the end of life grows intense
Does not go away but makes us obey
Toward the disappointed appointed day
When the ache may make us better or worse

I saw them struggle with their certainty
They ached for order in their universe
Had sacrificed themselves from hope to faith
They heard time pass and in the passage death
Slow and silent and slouching up the stair
Would soon bear them up there or else down where
They worried about throughout haunted lives

Now I am comfortable with silence
I hear time pass and in the passage death
Which I have seen in all its violence
Reminds me how each heartbeat every breath
Presents a present of sufficiency
Now comes to conquer with uncommon sense
To make nonsense of commonalities

Except for death as sure as death is one of these
But after agonies it leaves as it arrives
The beating breathing present for the future from the past
A moment lived as though it were because it was the last

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 1, 2009, 10:14 pm


The It to Get

for one who gets it as for all

You either get it or you don't
You will forget me or you won't
And we know right away because
Is only is: was only was

You either get it or you don't
When you get me and see then I get you
When we respect each other's truth as true
We function as something like family
Then (without the dysfunctionality
We have come to expect and to reject)
But will we forget? No we won't

The it to get is nothing less than all
Winter spring summer and most of all fall
Nor dare it be further explained than this
Suffice it to say: it feels like a kiss...

I love it that you understand
The likes of me and like my company

We are connected heart to hand
I feel my heart in yours and yours in mine
Human hands to hold the divine

As I am you so you are me
Remembered now as though from long ago

I understand and I want you to know
That the fact you are makes me want to be
As your existence coexists with mine

We sense and we are sensitive to it
Because we both get it and we do it

I love it that you understand!

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 27, 2009, 7:14 am


Being

spero ergo sum

Because I hope I feel that I exist
Because I feel I love so I persist
Because I am thankful to think I think
That I am fortunate simply to be
Even though the being is only me

I could say spero ergo sum* and list
A lot of reasons why I hope despite
The feeling my life is lived at midnight
I hope I love I think and thoughts are free
Und (hofft die Liebe) es ist was es ist**

And I exist if existentially

As April is the cruelest month so
Sunday is the cruelest day I know
But this is since these are brightest and best
Like stars to light and lift me through the rest
To get to forget to get to a place
Where forgetfulness remembered as grace
Makes Aprils and Sundays the kindest then

Perhaps I could be and be happy when
I lose myself in being utterly
Perhaps I could be happy not to know
And be simply fortunate even so
Even though the being is only me

+Steven Curtis Lance

*I hope therefore I am

**And (hopes love) it is what it is

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Apr 24, 2009, 9:12 pm


Man Down: Death in the Breadline

among the homeless of the Plaza in Old Towne Orange California

What I heard was he died in the breadline
At St. John's there on Saturday morning
Where I stood once when he without warning
Fell on his face there yet got up just fine

I was relieved then so disbelieved when
At first I heard the worst by word one day
Of his homeless homeboy who hurt to say
Though in life our friend posed toughest of all
Once dead seemed just a broken victim then

We find it surprising when tough guys fall
When they turn out fragile like us instead
Then sometimes they never get up again

I told him what he knew that none is tough
Especially an exposed hairless beast
Who once rough and ready became just rough
The police said they were pleased he was dead
Falling filthy at the foot of the feast

Dressed like the rest in hollowed hallowed ground
Recatholicized hands pose as to pray
Putrefying in a more perfect way
His cause of death is really that he drowned

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 23, 2009, 2:42 am


Gleaning Meaning

promises to keep in an uncertain hour

We stumble by our billions through this stammering
Stupefied by stupid sages into sadness
Leaving us left only yawning to yammering
No wonder the timid are tempted to madness

A paint horse run free from the carousel awhile
I feel no longer timid but crazily brave
And other carousel horses alongside smile

As I tempt and attempt to escape from this grave
I know nothing prevents me except perhaps fear
Pursuing my pursuit of immortality

I have written in my blood I must remain here
By simply defying a form of gravity
Hardly more feared thus more easily transcended

Escaping gravity in graying gravitas
My stammering and yammering days have ended
Going down without up is not what it once was

Before I knew better I went down for meaning
So far so long the wheel has turned me up again
If only here to the humble work of gleaning
The meaning of this pain for those who must remain

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 19, 2009, 4:38 pm


At Least of Love

for each alone of everyone who knows my name as nothing less than Papa

Not a chain of bondage but of being
The uttermost we are and nothing less
Nothing to see but some way of seeing
As we are perfected by nothingness
We insist to be if imperfectly

If blood can curse then blood may also bless
This is my blood but this is your blood too

Unusual I know but family
Resemblances never kept from showing
I know I know nothing is what I say
(As all of you can tell from what I do)

Yet I gather that in a family way
Gathering becomes a way of knowing
Pregnant with the possibilities of
If not of faith nor hope at least of love

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 17, 2009, 9:52 am


Heretic

I could not make nor would I want to take
You to the point of understanding how
Disappointed I guess it feels to be
Held to be a heretic just in case
You have not suffered this indignity

The point of understanding is a place
Like always everywhere but here and now
Where in the garden some might see the snake
I am but Adam and that not by choice

Yet since I am and since I have these eyes
To see the way I do and have this voice
To speak informed by these I realize
That someone has to say something somehow

And though few think but many think they know
Like them I know nothing and tell them so
That underneath it all we are the same
As victims of our own mortality
But I am not as they are not to blame

Each of us has a dream as I have mine
Live and let live and let the rainbow shine

+Steven Curtis Lance



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