Schizophrenic but photogenic they say Having a hell of a time anyway In a good or bad way day to day Hanging on hoping for the best for now Happy to be here or anywhere
And when you read me (thank you) I am there Bilocation part of the vocation of One who got it after a fall after all What he taught was true but not how he thought he knew One who learned through doubt about how "God is love"
One who knows how sends himself through love then now Both here and there in this poetry we share
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Jun 20, 2012, 2:14 am
Ready Robert Rooster(work in progress...)
Ready Robert Rooster had a cock-a-dude'll do A shocking lock of hair that did just what it wanted to And if you didn't want it to it did it anyway
This is why I am unready for him to this day Heady Ready Robert Rooster pushy bird and bushy As feathers can be if they can as if he were a man
Of that Gottverdammtes Schuster little more to say The better for tomorrow the less said for yesterday When cock-a-dude'll didn't then unready was the word
For Ready Robert Rooster one more pushy bushy bird So I say to that Rooster hey go cock-a-dude'll you
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Jun 19, 2012, 11:09 pm
When Dugongs Do It
Oh the humanity of a huge manatee Digging a big long dugong in the swim Swimming to her as it were as to him Meeting a manatee halfway wholeheartedly
Too long since we had a manatee around The house a dugong lost but not yet found
When dugongs do it and manatees mate Then again is when it is never too late When dugongs do it then we can do it too I can be a manatee again and so can you
Splashing through the river flashing to the sea Dugong you along with manatee me
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Jun 18, 2012, 5:58 pm
Two for the Sky
Cars are parking crazily Downstairs today Dogs are barking lazily Downtown anyway
You wonder why they do What they do and I do too Remembering if hazily Having hell to pay
I never knew why only who Meant what to me Understanding loving you Love our destiny
Two for one under the sun Upstairs up high
Two for the sky
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Jun 16, 2012, 2:05 pm
On Saturday(work in progress...)
One bug to bite me The other to indict me
Ay ay ay
Another fear From another year
Never mind now Not today anyway Not somehow On Saturday
Back from the breadline And made it through fine
I only eat when I get high
Do be Do be
Have to get high or I die
Do be Do be
Do
So I do
Having some laid by Having laid in a supply As Grandma used to say On Saturday
Do you too?
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Jun 14, 2012, 11:06 pm
Dwight David Dugong
just call him "Triple D"
His name was Dwight David Dugong They called him "Triple D" A big long bull of a seacow Strong as you would see as he could be
As fanciful because he Was as big then and still bigger now Than he was when he is not If he ever was because of me
Even if not he is a hot Topic hotter than I thought Albeit not quite gotten Because he was not forgotten
When I ring up his glory Then to bring you a smile I will sing his dugong story Thing is though it takes awhile
But if my swerving memory Is serving right who might be wrong He seemed more than less to me To be more or less a manatee
Some judging from this shape of his tail Through whispers of conspiracy Said he had come and swum the wrong sea But strong Dwight David Dugong would prevail
A manatee a man of the sea Of his word undeterred from daring To lend a flipper or spend time caring Digging the dugongs who dug "Triple D"
No less though less than more a dugong but A dugong all along no matter what Name you give who by his fame will live Because of mine through me throughout the sea
A man or two or three Dwight David Dugong Or D. D. Manatee A dugong: a song
Just call him "Triple D"
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Jun 14, 2012, 1:56 pm
Far Enough to Rise a Star
That particularity Of testicularity That which makes men lift their trucks Takes and makes for some sad fucks Nothing left but their big bucks Then that quality by which They got poor when they got rich In the end my friend will be Not the end no not of me
Though I have two no thank you To that sort of thing One love heard and listened to Is the thing I sing Who I am and what I do Never mind duality One love one reality My particularity Love the gift to lift me
Having fallen far Enough to rise a star
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Jun 12, 2012, 12:57 pm
Long-Haired Old Men
The long-haired old men step out in the sun Of Orange my hometown and I am one
Long-haired old men stepping out not dead yet One with a hat on and two with a bow To tie back their hair three I do not know
Professors at the university Or paranoid schizophrenics like me
Long-haired old men walking I have not met Mine hangs down freely and gets in my face But I like it there in its rightful place
Like Orange my hometown out in the sun Just starting here when I thought I was done
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Jun 12, 2012, 4:36 am
Not Hating Just Waiting(work in progress...)
He overdrives his oscillators right through the wall Oscillators that should not be driven at all Given how cross they make me feel like a loss coming on
Knocking warning until morning will bring up the dawn Not my style but I smile to see my solution Not hating just waiting for just resolution
Of oscillators overdriven given how cross They make me feel my gain through this pain of his coming loss When I will wait patiently for fate then to appear
No warning until morning fate will show him how Arriving for his overdriving oscillators here Now mind over matter matters to my mind somehow
And so when they blow maybe then he will know maybe not But I am not hating--just waiting--no matter what
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Jun 11, 2012, 11:09 am
Parents Who Were Cooler
In the beginning of my end begun I cough like the Iron Grandmother now
My father never coughed or if he ever did not how She did and I do nor did my mother Even as she died so that they had to employ other Means to the end of continuing when She saw little reason to cough another breath again
Cough or die they said but she wondered why With my father out of sight my mother out of her mind Cool but kind my father cool but unkind She was too cool to live he was too cool not to forgive Orphaned I have only been cool now and then
Coughing heaven knows enough I suppose For parents who were cooler than their son
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Jun 8, 2012, 10:31 pm
Heaven Knows
for all my friends all over the world who get me because you get it
Now and always here and everywhere Help us I suppose would be my prayer Heaven knows if I knew who to pray To what I would do what I would say
Help us people of good will to be All of us where we are near and far Happy healthy people who are free To try and understand why we are
And then after that to wonder who We are when we are and be and do What we are being woman and man Both of us doing the best we can
The sun came out and though it went back in I have no doubt it will come out again
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Jun 4, 2012, 3:01 pm
For Love
and for the Laughing Daffodil
They tell me about heaven and hell Heaven knows and with hell to pay Through these two say well one anyway The other or nothing between
For me like they would like it to be Like this duality they mean This is the reality they sell Profitably but not to me
They tell me about it but I doubt it
Not buying because they are lying Preaching each exclusivity By stories of glories of control Cheap tricks to keep me from my soul
No thank you I would rather be free To journey through a universe Of up and down for better or worse Not below nor above: for love
Why and how and who we are to be The best of us our destiny All we ever really know and all We get to bring from spring into the fall
As long as we are we might as well Be us beyond duality At last one world past heaven and hell For love: the one reality
I live for love as my reason why So if God is love then so am I
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May 30, 2012, 1:56 am
Lunatic 1-2-3
1
I suppose I am a lunatic A heretic heaven knows Having a hell of a time I rhyme Whatever comes to what never goes
Ridiculous and sublime
2
Grandma took note on her calendar Of the phases of the moon Blaming my own on it and not her Who was the crazy one? Two we were
Lunatics too late too soon
3
Suppose I am a lunatic when Unlike the Iron Grandmother Whatever comes and I never go Almost like forever then
Rhyming time for all I know Howling at the moon
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May 25, 2012, 4:54 pm
Choosing Love
I
And do I dare descend the stair Do anything go anywhere Know anybody dare to care Even though I know I may fall?
Yes for the laughter of it all If only maybe for the tears Of yes or no for all those years Of maybe so now after all
Now though I let it go I know How what goes down comes up again As to and fro I come and go How every time I lose I win
Past it all I rise to claim the prize Happiness at last to my surprise
II
What money buys instead of happiness is distraction From unhappiness to the luxury of inaction When one has something that has to be done but is able To lay some money down then who keep it off the table
But to make it go away a day or so is to know Though one pays for delays what has to come will never go Till when it does then just because whatever has to be Will be like I have to and you we who do this for free
Unmoneyed undistracted asserted unretracted Unapologetic energetic in pursuit of Happiness the hard way with no money and with only love Enough to give and take for free to our satisfaction
III
So yes I dare descend the stair Do everything go everywhere Know everybody dare to care Even though I know I may fall
Finding myself by losing it All in the fall excusing it Letting it go and releasing It so it comes back increasing
Yes for the laughter of it all If only maybe for the tears Of yes or no for all those years Of maybe so now after all
Hanging on and hoping for the best Choosing love by losing all the rest
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May 24, 2012, 1:22 am
If You Will I Will
for Lindsey
Wondering about What it will be like when I run out Of time then I rhyme
Living under this life sentence of Death if you will with only my love To show for my time
Bittersweet stories Of glittering but fleeting glories More of these than I will ever need
So I write you read
That you might avoid my mistakes then Know what it takes when The wheel turns so you can hang on still
If you will I will
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May 22, 2012, 7:34 pm
Daffodil
Daffodil When I am ill As I am now and Seem to be somehow These days I think of you To get me through
Because you understand Me then and now And of my love for you I think of you who Get me through and through Of you who always do
When well or ill Daffodil
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May 18, 2012, 3:01 pm
Janus Just in Time
Janus looking back in January At his annus as he might as well Wonders why it has to be so very Black and white with heaven or with hell More like purgatory for the wary Nor buying what those two have to sell
Looking in the mirror with two faces Going through it and wondering who We are seeing then exchanging places Who we are being which of us two Is the other coming to replace us Reflecting each other when we do
Not that we do anything but wonder Janus looking back in November Around and round when over then under Trying to forget we remember Our dual confusion as illusion Done once one has begun December
Janus just in time for January Annus gone anus but come what may Preaching the con to the temporary Charlatans looking the other way Say lay down your money and let us pray We both forget now to remember
A thing or two for neither to forget: No heaven yet nor hell but regret
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May 13, 2012, 6:42 pm
Because He Was a Manatee
A manatee got mad at me Because I smoked his grass His vanity offended thus he kicked my ass
But gently though because he was a manatee
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May 13, 2012, 5:38 pm
Closer to the Sky
Up on my roof is closer to the sky So if you would know why I go up there that is why
And from me as Icarus to Daedalus as you I who go up on my roof to do what I do Say should you like to do it with me there you may too Being as you are the very sort of person who
Should you come to see me you could be me for awhile Where I would be you too when understood we share a smile There we could be if only for awhile then as we are Should you like to be alongside me a few bright hours
A roof rat as proof that location has vocation With wine and cheese for our disease of loneliness we face Invites you to delights of onlyness here in this place Open to the sky a situational vacation
The sun to light the golden day the moon the silver night Not mine and yet it is when after hours then it is ours For watching all the fireworks or wishing on a star Up on the roof where in my view there everything looks right
For the first nor second floor could never satisfy Not like my roof up closer to the sky
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 6, 2012, 7:28 pm
Three Little Songs
I.The Role of My Soul
What is the role of my soul And what am I saving it for?
I never know anymore Always had forever before Never had now until when All that was left and only then Was and is and will be now
At anytime for anything Only taking what I bring My only lonely offering For forever here is how I play now the role of my soul
Anyone up there? I look down and see My soul play its role only lonely me
II.The Ghost at Grandma's
Back when I was a railbird for my mother at the track I used to think about that body buried out back Nor could even all those quarters from the fountains I stole Mitigate this circumstance then out of my control At Grandma's house that I was not supposed to talk about
I used to drink about it later wondering who He was and what he thought about it or what I could do Then someday in a seance when he said he was fine And was nineteen but in between he was a friend of mine Who found himself forever for never finding out
Where we grew up at Grandma's house there juxtaposed somehow I had to go he had to stay and he is still there now
III.Long Laugh the Daffodil
Five foot four nor more where that came from Or maybe five foot three for all I know Sweet and smart and profoundly good
Bringing me being understood Being good to me
Though I never know when I Am how long I will be then my Moment now to be
Still alongside bringing spring Along before I go
Around and round with everything Forever and for all I know Where five foot four nor more came from
When there I go then here you come: Long laugh the Daffodil
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May 4, 2012, 2:20 pm
The Ghost at Grandma's
Back when I was a railbird for my mother at the track I used to think about that body buried out back Nor could even all those quarters from the fountains I stole Mitigate this circumstance then out of my control At Grandma's house that I was not supposed to talk about
I used to drink about it later wondering who He was and what he thought about it or what I could do Then someday in a seance when he said he was fine And was nineteen but in between he was a friend of mine Who found himself forever for never finding out
Where we grew up at Grandma's house there juxtaposed somehow I had to go he had to stay and he is still there now
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 3, 2012, 4:11 pm
The Role of My Soul
What is the role of my soul And what am I saving it for?
I never know anymore Always had forever before Never had now until when All that was left and only then Was and is and will be now
At anytime for anything Only taking what I bring My only lonely offering For forever here is how I play now the role of my soul
Anyone up there? I look down and see My soul play its role only lonely me
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May 2, 2012, 8:03 pm
Long Laugh the Daffodil
Five foot four nor more where that came from Or maybe five foot three for all I know Sweet and smart and profoundly good
Bringing me being understood Being good to me
Though I never know when I Am how long I will be then my Moment now to be
Still alongside bringing spring Along before I go
Around and round with everything Forever and for all I know Where five foot four nor more came from
When there I go then here you come: Long laugh the Daffodil
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 30, 2012, 4:41 pm
Better
at spes non fracta
No bad news in the mail Nor anything to go to jail For not now or not yet
Invisibility Would seem to be the policy Of those who know regret
But I can still see
When having lost the best First then the worst having cost the rest Life and death again having met
There between good and well Where heaven at taps shot craps with hell And I always lost their bet
No more games for me
Never having been a betting man Better having been the best I can
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Apr 28, 2012, 1:06 pm
Mere Me
But a bag of bones these days Heaven knows
You see
But a bag of tricks always I suppose
And free
Non moriar sed vivam I Am to live until I die
A tight little package daresay A man who began
To be
Again not having been When having been not to be then
