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May 14, 2007, 12:56 am


Or...

If unique is what you seek I am your man
If polite is your delight you might like me
I get along with me and I bet you can
If you can embrace my eccentricity
And have some of your own for me to embrace
An eccentric partnership can be begun

If you like to start your day without a plan
Meeting life in the moment and face to face
I am sure we will get along swimmingly
We can have a pleasant run have lots of fun
Then you will see how refreshing it can be
To leave each other laughing when we are done

Or... who knows? We two might be each other's "One"

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








May 13, 2007, 7:49 am


Mother's Day Meditation

By love I came to be
Life left its navel scar
My mother to her son
To mark the moment I
Arrived though she has gone
Compass and natal star
Her gift of life to me
A link within the chain

Though I have fallen far
So I have risen high
And so I fall to rise
Still higher than before
And so I realize
That I was meant to soar
The higher for the fall
Which lifts me after all

The wheel of destiny
Turns slowly one to one
Unending unbegun
Life left its navel scar
My mother to her son
Compass and natal star
And so I rise again
A link within the chain

By love I came to be

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








May 12, 2007, 8:00 am


Crystal Blue Sun Sky

Out of the crystal blue sun sky of May
Where roses bloom and fountains rise and fall
Hope came and sat down beside me today
I brought with me a heavy load of fear
But set it down and I will leave it here
Where roses bloom and fountains fall and rise
I think I just might make it after all

The weather has done something to my eyes
So that the world looks better than before
It takes a day like this to realize
Out of the crystal blue sun sky of May
Although the universe seems cold and vast
Who has the blue sun sky needs nothing more
The weather suits my clothes today at last

Hope came and sat down beside me today
And I can feel myself warmed through and through
Forgotten lies the future with the past
One comes one goes and both of them too fast
Right now is how I want to be with you
Right here is where we are and what we do
Right now right here one moment and one place:

The two of us together face to face

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








May 11, 2007, 5:16 am


Your Steppenwolf

for Franziska

I am a grizzled Steppenwolf now but
I am your Steppenwolf no matter what

Hard traveling unraveling winding
Down dark and dusty roads in parallel
But when we see light it will be blinding
As heaven has the last best laugh on hell

You reach out I reach back and we both feel
By faith if not by sight the hope to heal

Stuck in separate nightmares yet always
Together in one shared and shining dream
Through all these needy nights and lonely days
Nightmares look real but are not what they seem

We have always been together somehow
Never and always never more than now

We both went crazy a long time ago
Or so they tell us in this crazy place
But I went crazy for you as you know
Your golden skin and your lioness face

If this is madness then let madness be
Bond bed and daily bread for you and me

If you are a dream and I wake and die
Alone I will have loved you nonetheless
But I think we can make it if we try
In a blue moon as wolf and lioness

Forget what rats and weasels might have said
We hunted will howl when hunters lie dead

So come out tonight and howl at the moon
With me my golden girl my fantasy
They think they have us cornered now but soon
Your lioness eyes will open to see:

I am a grizzled Steppenwolf now but
I am your Steppenwolf no matter what

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








May 10, 2007, 1:13 am


The Visitation

A brown squirrel out for a stroll on the fence
Outside my bedroom window looked in on me

We both paused a moment in timeless suspense
To regard each other understandingly

She came by to tell me I will be all right
This is how I understood her anyway

As she sat shining gold in the late spring light
She taught me to believe in magic today

And now I await an opossum tonight
To see what a night creature might have to say

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








May 7, 2007, 7:37 pm


Showtime

I might as well live as to die today
Things could get better before they get worse
Might as well laugh as to cry anyway
It makes no difference to a universe
Which seems a shadow play to me daresay
A play in which mine is a minor role
One given me with no chance to rehearse
A bit part but a part of everything

Thrust on the stage to improvise awhile
In the role of my life the play's the thing
I sing for my supper to save my soul
In command performance admission free
Applause the actor's pay my recompense
For making up songs to sing as I sing
A minor star in a far galaxy
Might as well be entertaining and smile

Who knows who awaits in the audience
Among those shadowed faces watching me?
No one came to this show to get depressed
So I must put my mask on and get dressed

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








May 5, 2007, 2:15 am


Surprised by Dawn

a self-published poet's self-published obituary (a little early)

I lived on borrowed money
Then died on borrowed time
The land of milk and honey
Left me without a dime

But... I kissed a girl or two
(Not as pretty as you)
And did what I thought I should
(Such things as I could do)

It surprised me then to see
How far I made it but
Despite all the poetry
I left along the way
Measured by eternity
Not far (no matter what
Those few who loved me might say)

I just did the best I could
With what God gave to me
And some of you understood
Who took the time to see
Me for what I was and would
You remember me to be
My afterlife in memory?

I lived my life without a plan
Then I was gone surprised by dawn
A simple... complicated man

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








May 4, 2007, 2:45 pm


Just Poetry

He has a prescription for Vicodin
But it interferes with his vodka so
He will only take a pill now and then
And a few of the kids around town know
That he has a stash of them and wonder
If he would be willing to sell a few
To them so they could chase their pain away
And put themselves under anaesthesia
They ask me if I have seen him today

Since he is homeless one can never tell
Where he might be and he has amnesia
No doubt from the vodka so I just say
He forgets where he is and would not sell
His pills if they could find him anyway
Whenever he takes one he sleeps so deep
He looks like he is dead there on the ground
I really wish the hospital would keep
Him safe and treat him but he moves around

The last time I saw him I realized
That about all I can do for my friend
Is light his cigarette and hope that he
Will find what he is looking for someday
He and the kids find life painful like me
Everyone wants to be anaesthetized
We are all out looking for love somehow
And a place to call home but in the end
Our lives have become unbearable now

He and I at the end as kids begin
But I am past vodka and Vicodin
So what is left for me? Just poetry

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








May 3, 2007, 11:06 pm


In Utero

Nine months until foreclosure
Nine months in utero
Until full moon exposure
Of what awaits below

Full climax final closure
Five generations go
Down with me to birth depths of
Death aboard this ship I love

Receive me Lord forgive me
The done and the undone
That those next who outlive me
Know as I lost I won

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








May 3, 2007, 3:19 am


Consecration

Deep down in me that part which lives forever
Divine spark or soul or call it what you please
Is turning as I feel my heart rearranged
Beyond this world and all its absurdities
Turning back to poetry now as never
Before feeling I have been profoundly changed

A life is sacrificed in moments like these
And consecrated to that which I must do
To spark into flame which burns me through and through
To sacrifice myself into poetry

For such days as I might have left on this earth
And after whatever hereafter might be
I will mark this moment as my second birth
Suffering having taught me wisely and well
I am bound for glory if only through hell
This is the beginning not the end of me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 29, 2007, 2:24 am


Outside Inside

The cabbies are out to pick up the drunks
The wanderers too but going nowhere
The poets the paranoids and the punks
Are smoking and some are on fire out there
Or here in this case we do what we do
In this hollow place dreams never come true

We laugh artificially but we weep
Down deep in hurt hearts as cops warily
Shine us their spotlights while businessmen sleep
Tossing and turning with worries of war
And how it might hurt their economy
They have all the money but they want more

Their shiny brass lamps shine elegantly
But they shed no light just darkness and dread
Tomorrow is another day they say
I may look horrid but I am no whore
I never cared for money anyway
Facing foreclosure and forced removal

A homecoming in solidarity
With the homeless hooker by the bookstore
Talking back to the voices in her head
Spare change please spare me your disapproval
She was once a solid citizen too
I heard her hurt and this is what it said:

"A professional prostitute like you
Gets black and blue getting out of the red"
A businessman wakes in a cold sweat now
In his expensive adjustable bed
He saw outside in his nightmare somehow
Some look alive but inside they are dead

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 27, 2007, 2:39 am


Up Up and Away!

I already died once before so why
Should I be afraid to die anymore?
The question is "to be or not to be":
If I choose "be" do I dare to be free
To rise bolder than I dared rise before
Over deep seas colder further from shore?

These wings I have won should suffice to fly
In an upward eastward trajectory
With spirit and stubbornness carry me
Improbably far impossibly high
With no guarantee except one good chance

I feel I am ready to rise again
This night is long but soon might dawn my day
To soar and if it does to have my say
And when I fall I will not fall in vain
If you see some poet surfing the sky
It might just be old Steven Curtis Lance

Stroke? Heart attack? Cancer? I have known worse
Diseases than these no one ever sees
So why not live to rise and meet this day
Streak like a comet through the universe
As high as I can? Up up and away!

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 24, 2007, 6:07 pm


Black-eyed Peas

To eat some black-eyed peas on New Year's Day
Is a worthy if wistful tradition
Said to bring good luck keep bad luck away
To bring better days show humility
And start the new year from a position
Of strength when eaten with the family
From a big pot or only from a can
In a lonely room if you are like me
Or out on the road like a rambling man
By the tracks beneath a cottonwood tree
With a friend who might be rambling your way

I set store by such simple things as these
Although I have stumbled nearly to May
So I ate some black-eyed peas yesterday
A gracious flavor from a friend of mine
Who brought me some hope with some memories
The flavor was earthy the grace divine
Which always helps any day of the year
I thought I might ramble but I might stay
For some black-eyed peas on next New Year's Day
And I will eat them with my friend right here
It never hurts to eat some black-eyed peas

With a friend who might be rambling my way

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 22, 2007, 4:29 am


Jim

A homeless man I once knew had this tattoo
"I Love My Family" inscribed on his chest
It was the only thing he knew to be true
As he tried to forget about all the rest

He told me when he was found dead they would know
He remembered them wherever he might go
He said he sure hoped they would remember him
I hugged him hard and said "I know they will Jim"

Lord have mercy on the wandering man
Men like Jim and me out rambling around
Who have no idea where we might be bound
If no one else will help us Lord you can

Someday when these worn-out bodies are found
I hope they know we loved our families
With broken hearts forgotten tragedies
With broken minds troubled with things like these

Remember us please despite this disease
Which makes us wander lonely through the night
Wanting so much to make our wrong things right
Just out here looking for a little light

Nobody knows why nor what we have to do
Except for us ...but Jim: I remember you

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 20, 2007, 11:29 pm


Rite of Passage

Let the hard rain fall
Let it fall on me
And bring down the pall
Of insanity
Wash away my sins
As madness begins

My world has grown dark
I like it this way
My flickering spark
Shines in shades of grey
Shadows everywhere

I no longer care
For the mockery
Of a cruel light
Which I cannot see

Come then bring the night
Come and let it be
My womb and my tomb
Like a secret room

In the dark I see
A hand burning bright
Writing on the wall
Destiny or doom

Now it beckons me
Finding me alone
Now it reckons me
As one of its own

This then is my rite
Of passage to be free
Of a past which now at last
I no longer care to bear
Of a mask worn at half-mast
I no longer swear to wear

You can look for me
But I will not be there
Seek yet never find
(Like me) as I say good night to the day
Which never understood me anyway

Let the hard rain fall
As I slip out of my mind
Let it fall on me
As I leave the day behind

The night is my birthright
It was always there for me
Let the hard rain fall
I have chosen to break free

As I fall into the All
I bid you all good night

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 19, 2007, 10:15 pm


Cigarettes and Kisses

When I think I want a cigarette
What I know I need is a kiss
Now I have neither of these and yet
A kiss is what I really miss

Offering me life instead of death
A kiss is something which takes my breath
Away in such a much better way

So someday if you should hear me say
That I think I want a cigarette
We will know what I need is a kiss

Lonely looking for love I went astray
And I found nothing but poems like this

While at least I don't taste like an ashtray
Nothing really matters without a kiss

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 18, 2007, 6:48 pm


Possibility

Today dawned on me as an epiphany
The universe is starting to make sense
A thing-in-itself in the present tense
Which now seems to be feeling less tense to me

Seeing it as open and not hollow
I will simply keep going and follow
Its open road to where I am meant to be
As a present from the present today

Which is itself the present anyway
A present pregnant with possibility

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 17, 2007, 6:22 am


For Matt Fisher

a sonnet in solidarity

The works of my hands will never endure
The words of my mouth are even less sure
Because my disease is one with no cure

So all I can do is share it with you
Just you and me and our mortality

And damn it here I am smoking again
Trying to burn off existential pain
I guess but what a mess we both are in!

So baby maybe I just choose to sin
A little to stay whole and save my soul

Brother in dusk down here waiting for dawn
Homeboy in heartbreak as we reach for hope
Hang on with me for awhile as we grope
For some light until our darkness is gone

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 12, 2007, 8:05 pm


Shy Little Love Song

I have survived things I thought no one could live through
Had crazier misadventures than anyone
I never could have made it this far without you
But what we got through has made us two more like one
At least to me and I hope you feel like this too
So on a new day when I feel new life begun
I take a leap of faith and believe that you do

I sit with the homeless and hear with empathy
(Since that is all I have to give them anyway)
The tales they tell which might as well be about me
And I thank God and you I made it to this day
More or less intact booze drug and tobacco free
(After Easter I threw those last cigars away)

Love opens these once tight-shut eyes so I can see
To dare to take a further leap of faith and say
Held close within your heart is where I want to be
Just as I have held you close within mine always
Come build with me a home of solidarity
To keep us warm with love and laughter all our days

This is from my heart: I hope you feel like this too
I take a leap of faith and believe that you do

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 11, 2007, 6:13 pm


Circus Train

In our awkward puzzling position
Life on earth can seem a circus but
Remains never without its reward
Try to enjoy it no matter what
As the temporary condition
Which it manifestly is and must
Be before we return to the dust

Until then our circus train chugs toward
The summit of our humanity
Where whatever our idea might be
Of that which is to come after this
Awkward puzzling position we know
To one we know not where we might go

Through trial to transcendental bliss
Or maybe just an end to it all
Whatever follows when petals fall
But never neglect the here and now
This moment itself for its own sake
And try to have fun with it somehow

Because never having died before
Life on earth becomes an act of faith
A very good chance for us to take
And who could ask for anything more
Than to live well and laugh last at death?

Life on earth can seem a circus but
Personally I believe and trust
That you and I are much more than dust
But if to the dust we must return
Let us live and love and laugh and learn

Try to enjoy it no matter what

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 9, 2007, 10:19 pm


Exacta

I grew up out at the track with my mother
Checking out the horses and helping her choose
Getting an education like no other
While learning about all the ways you can lose

But I never saw her so happy as when
She hit an exacta and understood then
Why all those people with their broken-down cars
Left broken-down lives back home to reach for stars

Because once in a while the magic would come
And an angel would kiss some broken-down bum
To bless him with martinis and long cigars
Long as the odds which once in a while we beat
Snatching victory from the jaws of defeat
We held our tickets until all hope was gone

But I found the fountains in the infield lawn
And filled my pockets with wet quarters for her
From superstitious winners who never were
Finding more money than my mother most days
Finding one of the more dependable ways
To come home a winner those sunny Sundays

I grew up out at the track with my mother
Checking out the horses and helping her choose
Getting an education like no other
While learning about all the ways you can lose

The odds were so long yet at the end she beat
Cold death to snatch life from the jaws of defeat
Now as I place a wet quarter on her grave
I know she won and offer my life to her
I place my bet for another soul to save
For me and for those winners who never were

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 9, 2007, 4:08 am


Easter Before I Go

No one wants to die and neither do I
But when your time is coming you just know
So I spent this Easter wondering why
Waiting for stars watching the cars which go
Around and around all seemingly bound
For happy destinations far away
From where I sat with the homeless out in
The hub of the wheel of my town today

The stars never came the flickering flame
Of my cheap lighter lighting cheap cigars
Became the vigil light of lonely night
Which came as a relief beyond the grief
Of seeing happy families like these
Making their fuss who looked askance at us
The people like me with no family

Just a few broken friends with burnt-out ends
Of smokes and bitter jokes about our lives
And where we have been and what we have seen
Of who we were once with children and wives

Only the lonely would know what we mean
Here in this in-between of life and death
Where some say we are punished for our sin
My homeless friends with vodka on their breath
No booze for me just the insanity
Of cars without stars and some cheap cigars
A kind fellow-wanderer shared with me

No one wants to die and neither do I
But when your time is coming you just know
So I spent this Easter wondering why
With friends of mine out here before I go

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 7, 2007, 9:33 pm


Surprised

If I ever had anything to lose
I probably would have lost it by now
If I was once given the chance to choose
I might well have made the wrong choice somehow
Sure made my share of mistakes anyway
Forgotten now (don't mind doesn't matter)
I just look back and laugh at this late hour
Having developed a taste for surprise

I never really had much of a say
Not being one of the ones with the power
Just picked up such crumbs as fate might allow
Went hungry as the fat cats got fatter
Did what I thought was my best every day
Picked up a few tricks between there and here
Learned the great lesson that life while not fair
Is full of surprise for curious eyes

It surprises me to be anywhere
After years of seemingly meaningless
Ins and outs and ups and downs and sideways
Adventures so I can handle I guess
Such phantasmagoric frolicsome days
As I might endure as I know for sure
Mortality's a disease with no cure
Except to let go: to let go of fear

I just look back and laugh at this late hour
Surprised to be one of the ones with the power

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 3, 2007, 6:32 pm


Etude: Thirteen by Thirteen

thirteen lines of thirteen syllables

He turned out like his father as his mother had feared
Made the same mistake and thought it best to go to sea
Out of sight and out of mind seemed a good place to be
So rounding the corner of the world he disappeared
But once around the corner he saw it was in vain
To go since what goes around just comes around again

No matter how far we flee we can never be free
Of the wheel of the real of the turning of the pain
Of the burning of the learning of the suffering
Of rounding the corner of the world to disappear
To go all the way around to be found right back here
Where we started and departed from once long ago

Yet until we go around the wheel how can we know?

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Apr 3, 2007, 2:59 am


The Thing I Like Best About You

I seem to think of the right thing to say
About a week later or maybe two
You always know what I mean anyway
This is the thing I like best about you

I lost my money I misplaced my mind
And trouble haunts and hunts me everywhere
The road is hard for those who walk it blind
Like me as I go without knowing where

But I like you and I think you like me
I might be wrong I know but I think so
I know everybody needs somebody
For a little company as they go

So never mind the meaning of it all
And what the hell we might as well just be
A couple of autumn leaves as we fall
Twisting in the wind but elegantly

Or eloquently if we wait a week
Or two but then we never need to speak
Because we know what we mean anyway
This is the thing I like best about you

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII











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