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Jan 11, 2016, 10:37 pm


This



As you are reading this I
Wonder if you know
How much it means to me as why
I go on as I go
Having gone through bad to sad
Going on gone mad
Through having friends somehow to glad
Now you understand me

I had to thank you
By this thing I go on so
About thank you out
There understanding that no doubt
About it you are who
Keep me going you who read
This and what you do
By doing this is all I need

This meaning in between
Us is what I mean



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 9, 2016, 1:44 am


Flattering Pants



Flattering pants came by FedEx today
Matteringly they fit anyway
At thirty-one and no more thirty-two
At the core like before fittingly
Getting me at sixty-one as who
Fitting into them see they flatter me

Being where they are by not falling down
Staying at where they were meant to stay
At seeing others pratfall like a clown
Going where they went without delay
Coming clear across the USA
Out and up here to my Hi-Desert town

Pants that matter flatteringly because
Neither down too low nor up too high
Either of two legs to do what each does
From the hem of them up through the thigh
To the butt of what matters the way
They do by blue denim flatteringly

Matteringly as they flatter me
Flattering pants came by FedEx today



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 6, 2016, 7:05 pm


Turnabout



The wheel of life turns
And somebody learns
The hard way again
Somebody rising
Through the surprising
In the turnabout

Turning in the throes
Of life turning out
Realizing goes
The lonely way when
Nobody else knows
The only way in

In the turnabout
Of life turning out



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 29, 2015, 11:13 pm


Threescore and Then One More



Having already lived threescore
Years I am ready given one more
To bet it gets better as I
Live it up before having to die
Having lived it down I get it
Now whatever was then forget it

Because what is to be is not
Yet and what was is what I forgot
What is now that I am living
Not what then but I am forgiving
Given the chance forgiven and
Forgiving living to understand

Understanding expanding my
Mind to find more than I lost before
Seeing us being as we are
In this together if from afar
Finding myself in humankind
Arranging itself changing its mind

Freeing ourselves to figure out
Who we are and what to do about
Us as we find ourselves somehow
No matter what time the clock may say
Whenever we are always now
Tomorrow never comes anyway

But here I am threescore and then
One more to bet now I get it how
It gets better for having been
Earning my way learning the hard way
Yesterday turning me away
Became tomorrow that came today



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 26, 2015, 2:40 am


Cold Moon



Too old too cold to go
Out at freezing or below
Inside realizing
The entrance of winter by
My window to the sky

And by the cold moon and I
Seeing each other through
The blue and my window too
Christmas night no wonder
They say snow is coming soon

Too old under the cold moon
For too long anyway
Long enough for my birthday
Snow you know I hope for
How at sixty now one more

The cold moon is rising
Out my window surprising
Me to see Christmas night
By the brightness of its light
But this cold moon is right

As they were right to call
This the cold moon after all



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 25, 2015, 5:26 pm


Paradox



1

When being now was sinful then
For being original or
Being different I was sent
Away at last when out I went
A goat then but a sheep no more
When cast out from some garden of
God oddly without any love
For a doubt about what was done
To one of many without doubt
No doubt about it or get out

2

Seeing me being different
Seeing one to wonder about
No doubt about it I was one
When original was a sin
Cast out of the past like a star
To fall like lightning through the sky
Out past the limit of too far
No doubt enlightening as I
Found how to rise by falling when
Down but around then up again

3

How on my way around I found
Myself unbound by what had bound
My mind to find it fall behind
Reminding me again begin
Now whenever never mind then
Finding my being becoming
Me to be going and coming
Finding myself overcoming
And understanding some who were
Wondering about Lucifer

4

Tripping slipping through a rip in
The fabric of society
Down through the darkness in between
Light all night to know what I mean
So you do when I write to you
Who understand me then somehow
By light of day what I might find
Descending transcendentally
Out past the limit of to be
Or not above all falling free

5

To fall and yet almost to fly
The it to get is letting go
And that was what was hard for me
Not knowing then what I do now
Getting it what I got to know
A paradox ascending by
Descending through why not to why
Transcending to mean what I meant
A falling star tattoo to mark
Me in my arc across the dark

6

Past forgetting at last and yet
Remembering out past regret
Realizing myself I see
No doubt about it I was one
Who lost it all but falling won
Down but around then up again
Being original I win
Realizing as I have been
How falling all the way is to
Rise surprising the way I do



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 22, 2015, 1:16 am


Lessons



Lessons return until they are learned
Waiting on corners fated to be turned

Down dark alleys where we have to go
To deal with something real we have to know
Insisting on persisting being

There everywhere resisting not seeing
Strange but true how change comes due and we
Learn what we have to eventually

But what is doing the teaching or
What is it but what we are reaching for
Down dark alleys of reality

Where we have to go to grow being how
Turning the corner then becomes now
When some of us learn the hard way like me

What we get from what does not forget
Until we get it to get what we get
But would not have known not being shown

Having been shown not to be so alone
For better or for worse as we thought
In the universe maybe we are not

Waiting on corners fated to be turned
Lessons return until they are learned



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 18, 2015, 7:24 pm


Laughing Last



for Franziska



"Und webt in ewigem Geheimnis
Unsichtbar sichtbar neben dir"




I



A letter from Social Security
Has a cathartic effect on me

I got one but everything is OK
They said when I called them anyway
And that they would call back another day
Ask routinely about me again
But please not to worry and until then

Report any changes like if I
Inherit a fortune or if I die

Wary of a scary letter but
Better now somehow and no matter what
My misfortunate fortune is gone
But fortunately for me I go on
Though I am mad being glad to be

But letters from Social Security
Have a cathartic effect on me



II



Once we evolved fists
We started making lists
Who to be afraid
Of and who to be made
Enemies of these
Enforcers at the ends
Of losing our friends

We are our enemies
But they are us too
As we do as we do
One and another
Fighting with each other

What love has made clear
Made otherwise by fear



III



Swaggering bully-boys lay down the law
With frozen hearts that will never thaw
Until like some of us someday they may
Look at themselves in another way
But they dance as puppets for donors now
Nothing trickles down but cruel tricks
And so we have to vote them out somehow
Our time has come and I think they know

They change the locks on the ballot-box when
They can and they think they can again
They do everything they can think of to
Discourage the rest of us and do
To keep us down from voting them out but
Though trickled-down on by politics
We are who can do this no matter what
Our time has come and they have to go

Up to shenanigans to keep us down
We have to run their circus out of town



IV



Seeing us appear
Involved in all the fuss
Of evolving us
Devolving to our shame
The fist is to blame

But when the fist unfolds
And another holds
Unfolding as friends then
Evolving again
We go on as we came
Being as we are
Evolving pugilists

Unfolding our fists
Together come this far



V



I feel I have succeeded
Transcending when I needed
To by doing as I do
Resisting then insisting
On being now persisting
Incoincidentally
Being transcendentally

Getting here from then to now
Seeing how from now somehow
Being as I am as who
Made it this far more or less
Being crazy all the way
And yet being anyway
Being a success I guess

Better now at being me
Than how I have been before
Having less but being more
Understanding finally
Letting go let me go free
Wondering if I should be
Answering the question yes

Being a survivor of
Past fear laughing last for love



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 17, 2015, 5:16 pm


Survivor



I feel I have succeeded
Transcending when I needed
To by doing as I do
Resisting then insisting
On being now persisting
Incoincidentally
Being transcendentally

Getting here from then to now
Seeing how from now somehow
Being as I am as who
Made it this far more or less
Being crazy all the way
And yet being anyway
Being a success I guess

Better now at being me
Than how I have been before
Having less but being more
Understanding finally
Letting go let me go free
Wondering if I should be
Answering the question yes

Being a survivor of
Past fear laughing last for love



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 11, 2015, 5:40 pm


Understanding Differently



I



In December now I remember how
The sun set early the moon rose late
In between the two in the dark somehow

Through the deep blue of the velvet sky
Under diamond stars that fascinate
Out wondering about things like fate

Outgrowing asking to understand why
Answering why not the world goes by
Who knows why but it goes and so do I



II



Marisol is not pretty
She is beautiful
Eating spaghetti
Dutifully until she is full

Chewing and chewing
She knows what she is doing
As she does because
Al dente is what Marisol does

So she eats it all
No leftovers to be found
With a hound around
Like big tough beautiful Marisol



III



How do these dogs understand me so
Well they can tell what I mean though
I may not know myself? How do they know
What they do? But they do seeing through
Me seeing me through as they do
Seeing me being an animal too



IV



Understanding differently
Standing out as different
Where everybody was the same
I was how I was
There but now am where I went
On to be gone becoming came
At last to this conclusion

Here and now because
Out and up and past illusion

Meaning to be where I meant
To find the meaning it found me
Under a Joshua tree
Doing what it does
Out standing in a field of sand
Joshua trees understand
As much as anybody why

Understanding differently
We shrug our shoulders to the sky



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 9, 2015, 8:18 pm


A Hound Around



Marisol is not pretty
She is beautiful
Eating spaghetti
Dutifully until she is full

Chewing and chewing
She knows what she is doing
As she does because
Al dente is what Marisol does

So she eats it all
No leftovers to be found
With a hound around
Like big tough beautiful Marisol



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 5, 2015, 7:15 pm


Differently



Understanding differently
Standing out as different
Where everybody was the same
I was how I was
There but now am where I went
On to be gone becoming came
At last to this conclusion

Here and now because
Out and up and past illusion

Meaning to be where I meant
To find the meaning it found me
Under a Joshua tree
Doing what it does
Out standing in a field of sand
Joshua trees understand
As much as anybody why

Understanding differently
We shrug our shoulders to the sky



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 3, 2015, 6:47 pm


The Morning Star Rose Anyway



I



I could explain but would rather not
Or would complain but for what I have got
To remember past before I forgot
Last spring as it passed forgot to remember

With so much to remember to forget
Then when I have not forgotten yet

Remembering now in December
When this is it how this moment is what
I am here for what comes after before
Becomes now then steadily ready or not

Seeing I am I would like to be more
Being my moment I am here for



II



Some of the effects of aging are OK
My stomach has completely disappeared
Nor has my hair fallen out as I had feared
But grown into a mane albeit grey
To go with the wizardly white of my beard

And even though I am a madman now
Not a sad man which makes it better somehow
Absurdity works for me anyway
And when I get depressed and then forget why
I let it go and go look at the sky

No more do I have to prove anything to
Anyone but me the best I can do
For the rest of my days as an old man who
Finally got it and forgot it too
Some of the effects of aging are OK



III



The morning star rose like a jewel
Over the kind and the cruel
Seeing humans being kind or not

The sun is up and this is what
Seeing by the light of dawn I find
The tie that binds unties behind
Seeing eyes pretending being blind

Denying the reality
Of the humanity of our kind
Seeing humans being unkind

But when some humans are unkind to
Some others in kind human too
Choosing to lose their humanity
Where is the kind in humankind?

Not in the papers but today
My eyes still open to hope I see
The morning star rose anyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 3, 2015, 5:33 pm


Aging



Some of the effects of aging are OK
My stomach has completely disappeared
Nor has my hair fallen out as I had feared
But grown into a mane albeit grey
To go with the wizardly white of my beard

And even though I am a madman now
Not a sad man which makes it better somehow
Absurdity works for me anyway
And when I get depressed and then forget why
I let it go and go look at the sky

No more do I have to prove anything to
Anyone but me the best I can do
For the rest of my days as an old man who
Finally got it and forgot it too
Some of the effects of aging are OK



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 2, 2015, 1:25 pm


The Morning Star Rose Anyway



The morning star rose like a jewel
Over the kind and the cruel
Seeing humans being kind or not

The sun is up and this is what
Seeing by the light of dawn I find
The tie that binds unties behind
Seeing eyes pretending being blind

Denying the reality
Of the humanity of our kind
Seeing humans being unkind

But when some humans are unkind to
Some others in kind human too
Choosing to lose their humanity
Where is the kind in humankind?

Not in the papers but today
My eyes still open to hope I see
The morning star rose anyway



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 1, 2015, 6:59 pm


Moment



I could explain but would rather not
Or would complain but for what I have got
To remember past before I forgot
Last spring as it passed forgot to remember

With so much to remember to forget
Then when I have not forgotten yet

Remembering now in December
When this is it how this moment is what
I am here for what comes after before
Becomes now then steadily ready or not

Seeing I am I would like to be more
Being my moment I am here for



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 29, 2015, 5:03 am


Three Things About Fate



I



Escaping from the noise
To find my latter equipoise
And finding myself free
I like to be in harmony
Having learned the hard way
Otherwise would rather not be
Would not could not be me
Any other way anyway
Than harmoniously

Being transcendental
Seeing incoincidental
Patterns in the beat of
Life to feel the rhythm of love
Learning rhymes of times and
Seasons reasons to understand
In their reality
The meanings in the in between
So knowing what they mean

Forgetting what I knew
Remembering what I forgot
I learned a thing or two
I got to know by going through
It doing as I do
What I thought I could not
But being tougher than I thought
Now I know how and who
To be myself in harmony



II



Nothing happens until
Its time when it will
Not until then because
When it will it does

When it comes time for
It then but not before

The first thing about fate
I know is to wait
Keep my eyes open and
Hope to understand

As happening to be
Who it happens to

The second thing is to
Decide what to do
How to be as I see
What happens to me

The third not to worry
Be in no hurry

A journey not a race
On through time and space
To see what comes but goes
Knowing no one knows

Happening to be
To be happening too



III



I never go anywhere
Because I am already there
However I am to know
Who I am wherever I go
And so I am where I mean
To be within the in between
Here I am and I am glad
Now having had the trouble I have had

On my own to find myself alone
With maybe what may not be known
At least by me but I am here to see

There were places that were bad
I have been where I have been sad
And in them all I went mad
By degrees but none of these
Were anything compared to this
Afterlife this final kiss
Making up for what was taken
When I was shaken because mistaken

I thought I knew what we never do
I learned the hard way but got through
Somehow to now where I feel free to be

By going nowhere my being there
Through the middle of nowhere to everywhere



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 28, 2015, 9:50 pm


Harmony



Escaping from the noise
To find my latter equipoise
And finding myself free
I like to be in harmony
Having learned the hard way
Otherwise would rather not be
Would not could not be me
Any other way anyway
Than harmoniously

Being transcendental
Seeing incoincidental
Patterns in the beat of
Life to feel the rhythm of love
Learning rhymes of times and
Seasons reasons to understand
In their reality
The meanings in the in between
So knowing what they mean

Forgetting what I knew
Remembering what I forgot
I learned a thing or two
I got to know by going through
It doing as I do
What I thought I could not
But being tougher than I thought
Now I know how and who
To be myself in harmony



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 26, 2015, 8:36 pm


The Middle of Nowhere



I never go anywhere
Because I am already there
However I am to know
Who I am wherever I go
And so I am where I mean
To be within the in between
Here I am and I am glad
Now having had the trouble I have had

On my own to find myself alone
With maybe what may not be known
At least by me but I am here to see

There were places that were bad
I have been where I have been sad
And in them all I went mad
By degrees but none of these
Were anything compared to this
Afterlife this final kiss
Making up for what was taken
When I was shaken because mistaken

I thought I knew what we never do
I learned the hard way but got through
Somehow to now where I feel free to be

By going nowhere my being there
Through the middle of nowhere to everywhere



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 25, 2015, 5:53 pm


Happening



Nothing happens until
Its time when it will
Not until then because
When it will it does

When it comes time for
It then but not before

The first thing about fate
I know is to wait
Keep my eyes open and
Hope to understand

As happening to be
Who it happens to

The second thing is to
Decide what to do
How to be as I see
What happens to me

The third not to worry
Be in no hurry

A journey not a race
On through time and space
To see what comes but goes
Knowing no one knows

Happening to be
To be happening too



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 21, 2015, 7:12 am


What She Wrote Was Me



"All I ever wrote was 'Steven Curtis Lance,' but that was enough." -- Patricia Lance



Among the dead is she
Who said what she wrote was me
Who seems no longer there
Alongside all of us but
Me out in the cemetery
Not there now but everywhere

How somehow still the mystery that
She will always be



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 17, 2015, 6:40 pm


The Dead



The dead are out of time
Out beyond the rhyme
And rhythm of season

Beyond what we can see
Unlimited by
What does before we die

Out of time but gone on
The dead are not gone
Wherever they may be

Timeless is the reason
Past time at last why
Transcending they ascend

The dead are out of time
Out beyond the end
Of time to be sublime

Forever to be free
To be timelessly



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 15, 2015, 5:38 pm


(work in progress...)



Fascism is poised for a comeback I see
This unending war on reality
Quietly waged being staged the more boldly
Seeing frightened people being coldly
Unaware of going there somehow become
Who just talked now must walk some things to come

Though free people may choose unwisely and do
Reality bites when some dreams come true
Then sometimes they become nightmares for those who
Obsessed but I guess did not think things through
So now things will do as they do as we find
Us thinking things through so changing our mind

Some have bitten off more than they can chew
But reality bites back through me and you



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 12, 2015, 9:41 pm


The Snack Shop (work in progress...)



They were practically Hooters costumes
Medical students objectified
Judged by their tans by their counter-side fans

Paying their tuition one way how
To get it and forget was what they tried
By letting themselves be lesser-thans

Philosophy majors who justified
Themselves in a culture that assumes
This was OK in the day but not now

Looking back at the Snack Shop somehow
Seems something like brutality to me
Around the corner from Grandma's place

And they were my sisters my classmates when
We were young looking at our fates then
But that was how it was not like today

What seems to me now like a disgrace
Shared because there as a kid I admit
How I looked too for the thrill of it

We did what we had to do no less
No more to get where we got but I guess
I feel really sorry anyway

Though we did better and so life went on
And now the Snack Shop of then is gone



Steven Curtis Lance







Nov 9, 2015, 7:36 am


Reality's Virgin Kiss



I



To understand wonder as
An unadulterated child
What lightning by thunder has
Taught me has brought me to the wild

Where instead of frightening
This child finds it enlightening
Under flashing crashing sky
To wonder as the storm goes by

No wire can bear its fire though
So when it goes by the lights go
Too and through it all offline
But then the rainbow comes to shine

What lightning by thunder said
Not frightened enlightened instead
Unadulteratedly
A child of wild reality



II



Riding the world flying through the universe
It could be better but it could be worse



III



I remember a conflicted minister
Whose pious face masked something sinister
That he did not share but we knew it was there
Weeping weirdly through his pastoral prayer

As if he were speaking to somebody who
Knew better and maybe knew what to do
But who was reluctant to help him again
I was a child when it was awkward then

Before I was kicked out of the junior choir
I saw his bald head turn red and catch fire
As though he were embarrassed to have been
Losing my religion maybe that was when

My mother said to keep my eyes closed and
Wait for it to pass but try to understand
But when I could I understood and I
Could see the lie he would project on the sky

He needed to stop talking and to see
If he could start walking if he would be free
But he never did as he hid away
What thrilled him but killed him and was anyway



IV



Actually how could it be better than this
Moment of now reality's virgin kiss?



V



I never grew up but knew
Who I was and what I would do
And here is where to do it
Where I am at it and to it

When I was left to wonder
I saw lightning and heard thunder
Then I wanted to know more
What became what I came here for

Gone to come through the storm here
When the stars dance diamond clear
On blue velvet over me
Unadulteratedly free

What lightning by thunder has
Taught me has brought me reconciled
To understand wonder as
An unadulterated child



Steven Curtis Lance










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