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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 25, 2008, 9:58 pm


I Love You More

They photograph me constantly
Flash flash flash
You can see a picture of me
In the trash

You love me more than I love you
Because my heart is cold inside
Where I gave up and where love died

But I blow bubbles in the square

I hold a "Love" sign I made there
Asking for love and finding some
Where out-of-towners always come
And photograph me constantly

Flash flash flash

This picture of me found by you
In the trash
Makes me admit since it is true

I love you more than you love me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 25, 2008, 7:44 am


Without from Within

If my eyes should open what would they find?
Until I have opened them I stay blind

If I want to live at the tip of the spear
And to feel how sharp and how cool it can be
I will have to let go of all but one fear
And that is the fear of disappointing me
It will have to be now and has to be here
That I open at least two eyes out of three

Is it the third eye which as illusions die
Is opened like the petals of the lotus?
Whatever it is before it has gone by
I will become all eyes and I will notice
Now as the focal point of eternity
And how what I once thought too far was too near

So I open at least two eyes out of three
And I see that I am now and it is here
That I will create my own reality
In blazing new brilliance as old shadows clear
And I feel how sharp and how cool it can be
If I want to live at the tip of the spear

Beyond pain and pleasure blessing and sin
Paradise is found without from within

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 19, 2008, 11:53 pm


Alia

I never knew
How lonely I was
Till I met you
And only because
I was supposed to

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 19, 2008, 9:03 am


The Existentialist

for Lucky

The existentialist always laughs last
Because he has nothing and all the rest
Is his

The existentialist always laughs best
Because he has no future and no past

The existentialist need only be

Which is
The hardest part of being one for me
Or another being being has kissed
Looking for meaning or reality

Like this

A momentary existentialist
Startled in a moment of existence

A kiss
From the universe for my persistence

The existentialist always laughs now
Because he has no future and no past
And having had nothing and all the rest
I can have as much as I will allow

My momentary existentialist!
Startled in a moment of existence
Like this!

A kiss
From the universe for your persistence

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 17, 2008, 7:25 pm


The Love Revolution

All hesitation falls away from me
As I grab life with hungry hands to hold
And welcome you to my insanity
This story which must be shown and not told
Since telling is only for vanity
Nor would I conspire to be vain in vain

So I will make this place a sacred space
Where the now will always be the somehow
And bloom like the rose where everyone knows
The lotus unfolds in a public place
Where secrets of the somehow are the now
And right in front of everyone: love grows

I turn to you and will not turn from pain
The lotus is here to unfold again

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 13, 2008, 9:21 pm


In

I have found my bliss
And my bliss is this
To love you more than I can say
But then to say it anyway
Lucky me and you are we
Welcome to the family

The lotus will unfold because it does
And when the time comes later to reflect
I will remember and you will respect
It was what it is and is what it was
Lucky me and you are we
Welcome to the family

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 12, 2008, 12:38 pm


Lucky

Your middle name is Lucky but it also could be mine
Since I feel lucky too to have you holding up your sign
Here next to me as I hold up the one I made before
I met you and thought I knew love (until you taught me more)
Here as a tree in a forest of my own creation
Anchored by the taproot which becomes my liberation

You are me as I am you
Past and future meeting now
Which leaves nothing we can do
But be (together) somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 7, 2008, 3:49 am


The Lotus Unfolds

for Heather (together)

Two hearts make a revolution under
Sunlight and starlight as we stand out here
With each light we grow a little more strong

The lotus unfolds as people wonder
How the thought of love caught has brought it near
How rainbows can bring lightning and thunder

And we sought above but we found it here
Now as lightning descends from the dove's tail
To warm these two hearts having come this far

If they think they can stop us they are wrong
We bear witness out here and will not fail
Because we know now what they never knew

What this is could never be kept in jail
Because this is the love of me and you
And anybody else who happens by

Thousands of people are singing our song
Because love is truth and truth cannot lie
I see in your eyes the birth of a star

You: who have stood with me here all along

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 5, 2008, 1:47 pm


O Mother Soul

More felt than heard the heartbeat of the earth
Our constant music seldom listened to
Strikes up in utero well before birth
To keep the beat of everything we do
Through the progress of day through night to day
Through the process of you through me to you
The heartbeat of the earth to mark the way

O heartbeat of the earth O mother soul
Join my heart to the heartbeat of it all
My puzzle piece pictured into the whole:
Before I learned to walk I learned to crawl
I learned to run to the pulse of your love
And having run now I would like to fly
To see what I saw below from above

O heartbeat of the earth O mother soul
Eternal why not to my question why
Picture my puzzle piece into the whole
And teach me that to live before I die
I had to learn to be before I do
And having done now I will only be
Through the process of me through you to me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 3, 2008, 9:05 am


Sister on the Line

(For the incomparable Heather, who tap-danced without stopping
through all the hours of the protest today
while holding her "Live and Let Live" sign over her head,
standing next to me with my "Love" sign
and blowing my mind by reciting extended passages
of my own poetry to me from memory.)

+ + +

I met her on the protest line
And right away I knew
Someone would be a friend of mine
And that someone was you

I feel the grace of meaning start
To settle like a dove
Then rise a phoenix in my heart
And I will live by love
As I once did so long ago
When you were far away

But we knew us then even so
Until we met today
As we have known us everywhere
Forever and always
In hope and love and answered prayer:
That which has meaning stays

I look at you and recognize
The God I serve in your dark eyes

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 1, 2008, 9:47 pm


Just Sitting Here with Fred

My disco ball my tiger skin
(Which is a yoga mat)
My everlasting refill cup
(Left unrefilled at that)
Are things I see when I wake up
From last night where I sat

As where I end there I begin
And right here is my cat
In his feline fidelity
Persisting to be fed
But he would never hurry me
He likes it on my bed

My disco ball my tiger skin
(No dancing tigers harmed)
My everlasting refill cup
(As charitied as charmed)
And best of all of waking up
Just sitting here with Fred

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 30, 2008, 11:34 pm


Eating the Moon

There may always be Monday morning
But there will always be Friday night
To slide by a cop with a warning
And to make it all turn out all right
Like the best movie you ever saw
Where the sights you see are out of sight
I like to live by natural law
Pick forbidden fruit and take a bite
Just as I please and then eat it raw

And who is to tell me I am wrong?
All I want to do is sing my song

If you want to know what I think of
This situation which we are in
I will tell you I see only love
Where some other people might see sin
But how can it be sin for me to
Be the person I am and be free
To scare up some love to share with you?
I choose to live life naturally
Love is the heartbeat of what I do

You who love me more when I am wrong
Sing your song and let me sing along

When we suffer Tuesday afternoon
We think about Thursday at twilight
And how Friday night is coming soon
When we will be beautiful and bright
I lick my whiskers and kick my heels
In anticipation of the moon
Even now to feel how good it feels
To sacrifice haste and slowly taste
Our slice of moon we share with a spoon

Feeding each other getting along
Eating the moon and singing our song

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 29, 2008, 6:55 am


Only Love

I wonder as I blunder out here under whatever
This is these days which passes for the sky
And have been looking up for a long time but I never
Noticed how it seems to smile when asked why
This or why that or why anything I wonder about

It might as well look pleasant since at least for the present
There simply is no point explaining things
Which no matter how I figure I cannot figure out
But I had just never noticed before
How the universe appears to enjoy my questionings

An educational process is what this would appear
To be in the teachable moment of
The lotus of consciousness as it unfolds within me
And whatever else it is it is love
The sky and I might change but we are both smiling somehow

What was or will be however pleasant or unpleasant
Whatever this is which passes for now
Is as good a time as any to fall in love again
And if I fell already fall some more
Because when all this is over only love may remain

Though I hope as we grope toward togetherness
I would not presume to tell you what is true
But I love you and write these poems for you
And the love of love itself as nothing less
Than the best I can (which is all I can) be

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 27, 2008, 11:21 pm


Snakes on a Bus

The python gesticulated
She wanted me to see
Her skin was reticulated
But her eye was on me

Had you to kill the cow yourself
You might decide not to
And eat (from boxes off your shelf)
Things not at all like you

Reticulated pythons might
Enjoy some bites of us
If chickenless some summer night
While waiting for the bus

An omnivore near fifty-four
Who now eats plants by choice
Cows need not feed me anymore
And chickens can rejoice

Reticulated pythons though
In search of lunch feel free
To eat some cow some chicken or
Some omnivore we know

Metabolism running slow?
Best think fast if you see
Reticulated pythons go
To university

They like to ride the bus and take
Their classes in the cool
Of evening with a dinner-break
Since they eat more at school

Snakes on a bus are not the kind
Of subject one might like
But out of sight is out of mind
So I just ride my bike...

To Herpetology

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 26, 2008, 9:00 pm


Found Meaning

I found meaning in painting a protest sign
In heavenly colors (which took sky to dry)
In the sunshine to hold at sunset last night
And in doing my best because it was mine

Then I felt as though I were lifting up light
By bearing witness as the warm hours went by
And a meaningless day turned meaningful night
By moments of clarity suggestive of
A galaxy whose each star is a firefly

I gave to my town and it gave back to me
Meaning came to meet me and it became clear
That it means to belong that I belong here
And the word I painted on my sign was "Love"

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 25, 2008, 7:20 am


I Mean to Find Some Meaning

Is the way I feel the way I am or am I the same
When I feel proud of myself as when I wallow in shame?
If only for the sake of convenience I wish I knew
Is who I am or who I feel I am the one to blame
For the manifold absurdities attached to my name?

Though I know nothing I am comforted that no one knows
And everyone should be in solidarity with me
As we try to hold on to what may come yet never came
But the sad part is that there were dreams which never came true
And there were nightmares which woke into dark reality

If I ever found some meaning I would share it with you
Though from my past experience I seem unable to
Hold on to what may come for very long before it goes
But if I could I really would whatever else I do
And I mean to find some meaning here before I get through

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 23, 2008, 7:36 pm


Existential Satisfaction

We are picky in the pink of propinquity
And we like to be able to feel respected
If not quite accepted at least not rejected
The closest we let respect get to you and me

Self-banished by blandishment for a blandish while
To the indifference of anonymity
With its enigmatic subcutaneous smile
Its grin beneath our skin our bone beneath its stone

We dream our days invisible but side by side
We fret ourselves about who lives about who died
And those who did (oh God forbid) were all alone
Leave hope behind who enter here: be satisfied

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 23, 2008, 1:28 am


One Spark of Happiness

The promise of tomorrow yesterday
Becomes a disappointment one day on
Today has only tomorrow and then
Just before it gets here it gets away
And we are left with nothing but the when
Of this fleeting present soon to be gone

But this is how it is and this remains
The only payment we can depend on
The present is the profit of our pains
A penny-candle given to spend on
One spark of happiness one moment long
Like you might find in a line from a song

The present is the promise of today
The only time we ever understand
Because all other time is meaningless
Except this gift for which no one can pay
Regret and apprehension nonetheless
Forget all time but now and hold my hand

And when we come together as we must
After having come through meaninglessness
The best of our coming will be the trust
In life and one another we will feel
When finally we are able to say
The present came for us and it was real

Like you might find in a line from a song
One spark of happiness one moment long

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 22, 2008, 7:32 pm


Lonely if Only

Lonely if only the way it must be
Actually we are all looking for us
Cruising for some chance encounter with who
We want to hang around with me and you

This is the business of us and the fuss
Which flusters us forward here day by day
And makes us search the faces on the bus
As I look for you and you look for me

Lonely if only the way it has been
I wonder why it has to be this way
But when we find ourselves we get along
Doing our part to keep humankind strong

It feels pretty good when it works out right
We just move along when it works out wrong
The light at the end of the tunnel may
Not be at all or be too far away

The light I care about is in your eyes
I might even have a little in mine
If that were all there were that would be fine
It took awhile but now I realize

Lonely if only you know what I mean
We need each other though we hate to say
It right out loud as lonely eyes see light
And hungry mouths taste hope however slight

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 21, 2008, 5:34 pm


Thanks

I am embarrassed to look as I do
And be as I am my life having come
To this after all this late in the day

Am I a hobo or am I a bum?
Will this pain I feel ever go away?
You say I never disappointed you
That you believed in me no matter what
I used to remember that but forgot
Out on the screaming streets of nowhereland

I am embarrassed but you understood
That I held on for as long as I could
You understood because you understand

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 19, 2008, 8:25 pm


Manifesto

The pattern of the past becomes a pattern in reverse
Like zebras walking backwards in a mirror at the zoo
As we pass by best and worst to slum with better and worse
In a universe which seems an existentialist joke

If I feel it has failed me does it feel I failed it too?
I seek but fail to find much as my life goes up in smoke
But our failings not withstanding this is my universe

I may not understand it but I know it like the hand
Which comforts me and challenges my need to understand
With a feeling of unsettling familiarity

Do immortals watch us with amusement and do they laugh
At us as we play beat-the-clock here in the other half
(The dark side of the moon as it would seem to me to be)?

The hand which comforts me assures me that I need not know
The answers just the questions and that hand goes where I go
Though I have the questions now the answers may not be known
Until I understand the hand which comforts is my own

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 18, 2008, 6:14 am


Maybe

My poems are not about anything
What I like to say about them is they
Do not represent but they simply are
(Although not about anything) something
Like crossword puzzles in The New York Times
They are puzzled over from near to far
Frustrating some entertaining some more

I like to try out unusual rhymes
Before the tide of time can wash away
These strings of syllables counted and squared
By which I am always asking what for
And why (as I question reality)
No one has answered and why no one cared
But maybe one will eventually

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 17, 2008, 3:27 am


The Time of My Life

As I waited for the telephone to ring one day
All the while hoping the mail might bring me some good news
I realized it mattered nothing what they might say

My poems work for me (and I hope they work for you)

We each have an opinion but what matters is whose
Is the one I choose to care about and listen to

Chimpanzees comfort each other with hugs and kisses
I only wish we could be as kind as they would be
Stumbling alone through hits and staggering through misses

I guess I wish I were as kind as a chimpanzee

Because no one leaves here alive I was born to lose
I must just do it graciously whatever I do

Because no one comes here in vain I was born to win
Whatever I do I must just do it graciously
Now as I wait for the time of my life to begin

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 16, 2008, 9:19 am


Existential Magic Show

Death is chasing us but life is running too
Though we have been so far behind for so long
We became far closer than anyone knew
Sharing certain feelings of uncertainty
And uncertainty certainly made us strong

The lotus unfolded and there I found you
Where you made me feel like a summer love song
Wearing uncertain feelings of certainty
And I knew by the time that summer was through
It would be that summer forever for me

So you are and you will be as you have been
My love and my summer forever for now
And you know I know you know just what I mean
As you saw me in half and then take a bow
Posing as the third half in the space between

Prestidigitators the both of us for
As long as there have been magic tricks to do
And I saw my lovely assistant in two
Who told me the story and swore it was true
We did our full act but the public wants more

No encore prepared and nothing up my sleeve
We reattach ourselves take our bows and leave

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 15, 2008, 12:10 am


Wait

I will wait here for you until you come
At such a time as you can be with me
And be content with nothing as the sum
Of what I know of hope and destiny
The sole exception being my knowing
My heart and feeling the feelings within

I feel the hope of destiny growing

Though all I know of what might be called real
Is just this hope of destiny I feel
Still this is enough for me to begin
We only have beginning anyway
With every heartbeat life begins again
And when the end comes then no one can say

Then only the works of our hands remain
When the spirit is far away from here
Yet never more present never more near
Because it is ever and always now
In cross-dimensional immediacy
Where spirits like thoughts will always be free

And we will be together then somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance



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