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Jan 8, 2009, 7:01 am


[attachmentid=980]My dear ones all:

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I love you,

+Steven








Jan 2, 2009, 12:03 am


Winter Fire

If summer now frost lent winter its fire
Were wishes more than horses beggars rode
And we not turned inside out with desire:

If frogs were princes concealed by some load
Of karmic comeuppance some witchery
Spelled out in spells not for ordinary
People like princes but others like we
Are (of the extra extraordinary):

Then princes might worry others might see
Them for the fraudulent frogs which they are
And scurry to leap farther if not far
Since princes pay others to leap all day
We know how to leapfrog out of their way

But winter is frost as summer was fire
And we are turned inside out with desire

(I thank you that I am O Lord
On this my natal day
At least I think I am [you see
I might have been away]

And that I think I am would be
Enough for Descartes [say]
So that should be enough for me
That shining two-edged sword

That blade of being only this
Now [lest it fade away]
To learn love and to earn its kiss
[And may it not betray])

I could give me to you if you would
Daring I might be misunderstood
But you give to me so I give to
You

We wear our hearts on our sleeves to share
Anyway anytime anywhere
Yet you remain you and I stay me
Too

That I am me is how I define
You
And that you are you how you assign
Me
Establishing our identity

Were we the same not others we could not
Find the otherness which sameness forgot

Realizing our reality
We remember
Our play has no rehearsals they say
Some learn roles late and lines the hard way
In December

Then when spring arrives
Only love survives
Like an ember
Reflected in the frost on the wall

Winter blooms spring as summer fruits fall
And winter desire bears fire after all

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 20, 2008, 4:34 am


Today

If I appear as though
I anticipate no
Tomorrow the reason is because
Even if there were one it would be
Irrelevant like yesterday was
Or is I should say
As seen from today
The only day which is real to me

With now in the pockets of the pants I wear
How can I think of tomorrow when
Tomorrow is never here but always there?
Today is always now but never then

Irrelevant tomorrow
Just like yesterday
Grieving for when and hoping for then
Reading ahead and falling behind
Is the timely way to lose my mind
And yet if I forget regret I find
The mind I lost just in time to see
Tomorrow and its uncertainty

Good to let go
Better not know
And best of all for me to be today:
The only day it can ever be

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 18, 2008, 2:39 am


Late Autumn Thunder

When my time ends time ends for me?

I contemplate eternity and wonder:
Is there enough eternity
For me to find within late autumn thunder
To manifest within my mind
Not from ahead nor from behind
But in the moment when we hear
What sounds like God to this man's ear?

It seems like this alone should be
Enough for unkind humankind
More than enough eternity
For all in late autumn thunder

I contemplate eternity and wonder
That when my time ends time ends for me too
Regardless who I am or what I do
Or where: when my time ends time ends for me

One way or another (brother)
This is all I know
Heaven is more for my mother
Where she had to go
But should there be a hell well then
That would not be so
Attractive although active quite unlike
Between the lightning and the thunderstrike

Not from ahead nor from behind
Not from above nor from below
But in the moment when we hear
To manifest within my mind
What some believe and none may know
What sounds like God to this man's ear
For me to find within late autumn thunder

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 15, 2008, 10:49 pm


Familiar Strangers

We are estranged

Which is to say that we have made
Strangers of ourselves to one another
Things have been done and words were said
Each remembered sharply by the other

And like remembering the dead
By each at the feet of the other laid
Sorrily sent sadly arranged
Withered bouquets gather dust at our feet
Reminding dryly love and hate
(As we avoid ourselves lest our eyes meet)
Are two sides of one coin: is it too late
To flip this coin and make things right?

Familiar strangers we avoid these eyes
Where we have seen hate rising as love dies
Eyes once lost in our own now lost alone
Made unfamiliar to each other now
Strangely familiar to know we have known
Our nailed-down lives upended and deranged

We gave our hearts and then we gave them back
We must seem not to care to us somehow
We who die longing for the love we lack
Still asking the question but with a sigh
While wincing from how painfully we paid
While left with nothing but empty hands
While left with no one who understands
The answer like the falling of night
Drops like a dead star down through the sky

Nothing has changed

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 10, 2008, 6:55 pm


In a Blue World Orbiting

As to whether I exist I say yes
I believe I exist since I feel pain
But as to whether I have been before
Or for that matter might I be again
If I could answer I would answer no
But I am now or at least I think so
(Existence seems an educated guess)

And yet it is not only pain I feel
But the thrill of expanding consciousness
With all the ecstasies this might entail
Women and poetry music and God
The phantasmagoric glorious and odd
Whether someone says I succeed or fail
(But who am I to say if it is real?)

If anything is real then people are
If hell is other people heaven too
The greatest pain but also nothing less
Than the greatest pleasure I ever knew
Which for all I know is only known in
This place where we are never alone: in
A blue world orbiting a yellow star

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 9, 2008, 1:46 am


Rare Birds

I scarcely know the questions to
The answers of the universe
But do the best I know to do
And I believe I could do worse
Because I have and might again

I keep growing despite the pain
Of believing but not knowing
Hoping not to believe in vain
Even as my doubts are showing
Even now that I feel insane

Believing in keeping going
The only thing to do I know
Is seek the beautiful and true
Till I am gone and vow to go
To find them as I search for you

Whoever you are waiting there
To learn to fly again midair
Like me accompanied only
By shared unanswered questions of
Life and death and between them love

Maybe (like me) you are lonely
Even if you have lots of friends
Since it seems not enough to be
The means to justify the ends
Of others (if you feel like me)

Just let them watch as they see two
Rare birds escape captivity
And if we fly separate ways
We fly in freedom all our days
To find our own reality

Outside the aviary now
So rare in fact we disappear
If other birds should wonder how
We did it let them look up here
Where there are only stars to see

As wondering they wonder more
What is the aviary for:
To let us out or keep us in?
The aviary of the mind
Is best escaped and left behind

Let transcendental flight begin
And may it never cease
Since only the escapees win
Rare birds who sang of peace
And got away with it somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 6, 2008, 4:51 am


Always Just for Now

The melodic curve of your body and
Your curvilinear clasp of my hand
Invite me to see possibility
Where I had thought there was none left for me

As I begin at last to understand:
I just might have been wrong (apparently)

Two aliens in alienation
But not from one another anyway
As we come to the realization:
This very well might be our lucky day

If I exist and you do too well then
Let's go
Nor worry about what it means till when
We know

Which of course is never so never mind
Anything but now: before and behind
Only exist in the now anyhow
As the best benefit time will allow

Let love be like a bond which does not bind
Let love be all and always just for now

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 5, 2008, 2:06 am


Living Room

Though window-rainbows dance within the sill
No one quite lives in the living room now
Not like when the floor was my perspective
Further from earth where the air is colder
I only notice the ceiling these days
Further from birth where death becomes bolder
I smile to remember painting it blue
All by myself without falling somehow
My brain insane my senses defective
Since being left and leaving one who stays

And when I have been and done what I do
When you turn around at a sound you hear
When what I am and do is was and did
You might see stars on the ceiling appear
Shooting from the top of a pyramid
Unfinished under an all-seeing eye
Green on the back of that old dollar bill
My people chased though never caught but tried
Yet through that sorrow I remember joy
With living loved who losing had to die

They live alone in the living room still
And I live here for love of those who died
As I start to finish growing older
Here where the stars once appeared to that boy
Now this man seen by an all-seeing eye
Green on the back of that old dollar bill
Here where the stars on the ceiling appear
Hidden from the eye of this beholder
Unfinished from the start to finish here
When what I am and do is was and did
Held within the eye of the pyramid
Though window-rainbows dance within the sill

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 2, 2008, 8:48 pm


I Want to Be a Poet

I seek to speak what has not been said
At least not said to death
Nor merely spit up what I have read
And not to waste my breath

Beautiful magical cryptical words
Soaring things-in-themselves like sunset birds
Squared-away and added-up ...just ...like ...so:

I want to be a poet (did you know?)

I seek to see what has not been seen
At least not seen by me
And I see you will see what I mean
Inside my poetry

Singing and soaring praying and roaring
I am so glad now that I have gone mad
To do some good by doing something well

I want to be a poet (can you tell?)

I seek to sing what has not been sung
At least not heard by you
And climb the ladder another rung
Doing this thing I do

Improving myself improving the time
Trying to make my prosaic life rhyme
Fifty-three going on fourteen in fall:

I want to be a poet (that is all)

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 29, 2008, 5:18 am


Oasis

At this late hour as you can see
How and why it is with me
It would not surprise me should you wonder why
And how I remain to write poetry
As I remain in refusal to die
Though given good opportunity
On a regular basis

Still even more stubborn than ever I
Remain in my oasis
If only as a palm tree after all
But I keep these leaves when other leaves fall

Stop stars stoop down and sing with me
Of substellar destiny
And a falling star in my backyard
About how I fell and went down hard
Right here in my oasis

Still more stubborn than ever I
On a regular basis
Remain surprised I survived such stuff
To bring such surprise to your faces
Though I was crazier than I was tough
Still I remain and that remains enough
For palm trees planted difficult places

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 26, 2008, 5:55 pm


Capricorn Lutheran Decline-to-State

Unafraid of heights it is hard to scare
Someone with nothing to lose after all

The sky is not so high nor I so small
That I cannot soar it with wings of mind
Lifting me so I fall up when I fall
And sometimes ahead though sometimes behind
Imagination rising raising me
As high as I imagine I might go
To win a wiser perspective up there
Whether or not whether challenge or dare
Affording me the possibility
To know better whether or not I know
And to take care whether or not I care
Losing or winning ending beginning

Unafraid of heights it is hard to scare
Someone with nothing to lose after all

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 24, 2008, 6:00 pm


Between Expectation and Memory

on time the threefold present

How did it get to be late
So early
Making my motions first straight
Then curly

Aswirl in the general tendency
Rounding the corner to circle the square
And being surprised to run into me
When I thought someone else was standing there
Squaring the circle to answer a prayer?

The only answer I hear is to be:

Present
As a leaf I fall
Pleasant
Into after all

Aswirl in the general tendency
Rounding the corner to circle the square
Squaring the circle to answer a prayer
When I thought someone else was standing there
And being surprised to run into me

How?

Between expectation and memory:

Now

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 15, 2008, 8:49 pm


Models

We are like clotheshangers
Since we are more
Or less the cliffhangers
Of what we wore

Life is killing us thrillingly
We strut through stiff dangers
Chopping the chore
Willingly and unwillingly

So determined so dutiful
As plain as day as beautiful

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 11, 2008, 12:10 pm


Keep

stars over Studio Lance

I fall back to the keep
Of my castle to sleep

With love to all the homes within this house
I fought for and won while losing my mind
In the fight but that seemed part of the plan
When lions were silenced by the roar of a mouse

A solitary yet a lonely man
Determined to leave it intact behind
As it was set before me long ago
When nobody knew they would come to know
That I was more stubborn than all of them
Together and whether or not I knew
This is my Zion never mind Jerusalem

This is my somewhat worldly paradise
My home and that of many very nice
Somewhat worldly paradisians like you
And I will see you again tomorrow my friends
As another mouse-roaringly mindful day ends

I fall back to the keep
Of my castle to sleep

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 8, 2008, 9:21 pm


All Right with Me

Somehow everything is going to be
Though going through these many twists and turns
Now as it always is: all right with me
Since this is just one of those things one learns
In the course of this turning and twisting

Like we learn it is pointless resisting
This twisting and turning of what some call
Fate in winter yet destiny in spring
Like love in summer cools to hope in fall
What is it then but the name we give it?

But it is nothing less than everything
My life is what I name it after all
And it is mine to embrace and live it
With all my heart believing it to be
Now as it always is: all right with me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 6, 2008, 7:42 pm


Your Other

can you handle the truth?

That erstwhile ecstasy of being me
Makes present life worth present agony
And births the hope my former happiness
Having gone could come back nevertheless
And that presently something might go right

But something has always been right I guess
Rising in the dark while sinking from sight
Just as the sun has always come and gone
From day through night to day from dusk to dawn
The vessel overflows its emptiness

I live as me so you can be
The star which you believe you are
My old makes possible your new
But I knew how to be a star
Before you ever met you
And I will not forget you

I may be an extra in your movie
But I am a star in mine
An image beyond your reality
But yours is no heaven mine is no hell
I enjoy how I can see
I rock your world a little: I can tell

Yours is flashy mine is fine
Unseen therefore underestimated
And those who will not see will find it strange
This is my movie released unrated
In which I smile my silent threat of change

From day through night to day from dusk to dawn
The vessel overflows its emptiness
I may be an extra in your movie
But I am a star in mine
I live as me so you can be
The star which you believe you are

I will not be your mother
But you seem to have that covered just now
So I will be your Other
And you just have to deal with me somehow
So be mindful what you do

This is my movie released unrated
In which I smile my silent threat of change

The vessel overflows its emptiness

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 1, 2008, 7:41 pm


Tragic Magic

The path of life is tragic
Endured by weed and wine
But its process is magic
Diabolical or divine
As muddy waters settle and come clear
Death everywhere with life nowhere but here

So forward then I stumble
Though I aspire to dance
As trouble keeps me humble
I know I get just this one chance
To see the light and get it right somehow
Since all is lost with nothing left but now

The path of life is tragic
But its process is magic

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 30, 2008, 9:42 pm


This

for my family

Some leaves as they fall turn around and spin
On the free flight of death they get to be
So beautiful that as they lose they win
This is how I want it to be with me

A leaf which though falling still seems to rise
And spinning sails on silently away
So beautiful it makes me realize
That today is as good as any day

No time like the present to give the slip
To gravity on a spiraling trip
And if the direction is downward then
Make this count since this will not come again

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 30, 2008, 7:33 am


For Now

These leaves turn red before they fall
The redder leaves the colder days
Now in this time of turning
To turn to soil then that is all
Or else they flame out in a blaze
And slip decay through burning

I turn but do not turn away
I want so much to stay with you
But I am just a dying leaf
No matter how I want to stay
Whatever I might try to do
And fall seems something like relief
Somehow

So I will celebrate today
For now

I wish that you could be with me
Before I have to go
But what I know of destiny
Is what I do not know
I turn but do not turn away
I want to be with you

But shadows lengthen as today
Admits tonight as true
And it is over after all
The red the turning and the fall
And fall seems something like relief
Somehow

So I will celebrate today
For now

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 29, 2008, 10:50 pm


Paradise

When I hold you I can hear your body sing
So I give you myself as my offering
And hope and trust that I will be enough for
You since it is you yourself which you give me
Nothing less than everything no less no more
Than the real meaning of that word "reality"

The only thing I know about things like this
Is I love how you drive me mad with your hair
How you blast me off into space with your kiss
To search the night between the stars and find you there

Born once although I want to be born twice
I want to go back where I came from within
The universe of you beyond pain and sin
Where I make love to Eve in paradise

Woman oh woman oh sister of my soul
Take me break me make me the mirror of you
Defeat me complete me in shared victory
I need you since only you can make me whole
You it is inspires me to do what I do
Woman sweet woman sweet sister of my soul

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 28, 2008, 11:54 pm


Like Birds

I am dreaming about you my faraway friend
Can you feel me?
The only cure for loneliness comes at the end
Can you heal me?

If only you would
I know how you could
And yet
We remain unknown
Both of us alone
With only
Regret
Too lonely
For words
Like birds
Of a feather
Not together

I am singing about you my faraway friend
Can you hear me?
The only cure for loneliness comes at the end
With you near me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 26, 2008, 7:43 pm


To Journey Mindfully

for Kyle Gaulke

You might as well be headless as be heedless
For all the good a heedless head could do
Unseemly haste scorns mindfulness as needless
But heedlessness would have you hasten to
No-one-knows-where including heedlessness

A heedless head forgets it ever knew
And this is how you know when you get there
Where getting ahead is getting behind
Ahead of your body out of your mind
And no-one-knows-where can be anywhere
Except the place you are supposed to be

A heedless head could be the death of you
As it has nearly been the death of me
But whatever happens to us passing through
This passage in which we find ourselves now
The passing through makes us better somehow
If we embrace the passage after all

The mindful pass the place the heedless fall
Reminded as they pass to journey mindfully

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 24, 2008, 9:36 pm


Throughout the Velvet Universe

Throughout the velvet universe tonight
Infinite alien worlds wink awake
Multifoliate stars bloom cold and bright
And if by accident not by mistake

Or maybe this is all inside of me
What is outside might be just what is in
This simulacrum of reality
Might only be what I have mistaken
For something unapproachable and high
When it was just the I and not the sky

Since I am unable to leave my head
To see what is unshadowed by the skull
I will live this life like a dream instead
Where bright stars bloom so nights are never dull
And tomorrow never comes anyway
Where moons on oceans and emotions pull
But never pull away and so I stay
My half empty glass soon to be half full

And if by accident not by mistake
Multifoliate stars bloom cold and bright
Infinite alien worlds wink awake
Throughout the velvet universe tonight

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 21, 2008, 6:06 pm


Somebody

That I mean something to someone
Means everything to me
But for me to mean something to
A person such as you
Makes it a joy to live to see
My moment in the sun
And see it before I am dead

If it goes to my head
It only goes as champagne does
Or the ganja I toke
But it keeps me humble because
Before my life goes up in smoke
I am able to be
Someone to someone: somebody

+Steven Curtis Lance



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