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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Dec 7, 2006, 3:21 am


More

Life is nothing like I thought it would be
I wonder if life is like this for you
I never imagined complexity
Could be this beautiful if scary too
I suppose this must be reality
The consequences of the things we do

This reality feels unreal to me

I only take what touches me as true
You touch me in the dark until I see
Replacing old complexity with new
More beautiful if scary than before
But I am not complaining since I seek
To touch reality beyond this week

Nothing like I thought it would be but more

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 5, 2006, 8:23 am


Christmas Carol

Come Christmas come to far and near
Around the corners of the dark
Starlight we have been waiting for
Who live next to or in the park
Return us to your childlike ways
Who have grown up so stern and stark

Remind us of the child whose birth
With animals and human love
From everywhere to every here
Came once and comes again to earth
Upon your pilgrimage of days
Your spark in our dark solstice sky

The secret of the meaning of
The birth and bearing of the light
The ageless angels rustling by
The crowning glory of the year
The rose of love which does not die
Buds to bloom magic at midnight

The miracle: now as before

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 5, 2006, 12:34 am


Apple-Crisp Moments

In this late autumn twilight
Cusp of winter pairing of
Late morning with early night
It feels right to be in love
And hugging you through layers
Holding gloved hands snug and tight
Confounding such naysayers
As dare not bear light aright
So theirs simply slips away

You can sing about spring
Say what you may of May
But this December day
I can tell you one thing:

These apple-crisp moments of fall
Are what we live for after all

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 4, 2006, 1:00 am


Got What He Wanted

Steven with a V but stoned nonetheless
He never did well in captivity

Commercial failure critical success
Not good for much except for poetry

Practicing daily his eyes on the prize
With perfectionistic avidity

And some new bullies to bring down to size

His house not before but now is haunted
So in the end he got what he wanted

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 3, 2006, 3:46 pm


One Hell of a Ride

The wind is all wound up and coils waiting outside
Crackling as it sparkles with electricity
Looks like we could be in for one hell of a ride
On a moonlit magic carpet of destiny
With dusk long forgotten and with no dawn in sight
I can feel the fabric of relativity

The stars are flashing cryptic messages tonight
Will they be understood? Well we must wait and see
Until then all we can do is enjoy the sight
Linear captives of nonlinearity

Embattled but emboldened as we grope toward light
Shattered in a thousand shards spread across the sky
Scattered by the wind in a rude liberation
In which the moon and stars and you and I must fly
Stirred by the storm in the fever of creation
Which work is not complete and which can never be

The wind is all wound up and coils waiting outside
I think it might be fun to take it for a spin
Looks like we could be in for one hell of a ride
On the roulette wheel but we have to spin to win

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 3, 2006, 1:40 am


Life Instead

Death speaks to a beast and that beast knows
There can be no argument and goes
Quietly into the shadows when
Called accepting its time has come then

Such pure inevitability
As is not given to you and me

Death speaks to one of us and a fight
Ensues and pursues death through the night
Instead of giving our breath away
Being rolled over then playing dead
Breathe then the harder and vow to stay
And fight all night chasing death away
Of to be or not to be to choose
Loving to be and hating to lose

Death speaks? We hear: but choose life instead

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 1, 2006, 10:35 pm


Love is Free

The parts of me in balance form the whole
Of me and I need all my parts to be
Complete even if completely alone

I wanted to share but she wanted more
I hope she found what she was looking for
But what she really wanted was my soul
And without my soul there can be no me

I can see now how she felt incomplete
Hungry for someone else's soul to eat
How sad that she could never find her own!

Hollow and empty starving at the feast
Her means could never justify her ends

I wish she could have shared awhile with me
I wish she could have tasted love at least
And her soul and my soul might have been friends

She never understood that love is free

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 1, 2006, 2:03 am


Survival Sonnet

Just being born I won the lottery
Then surviving all the crises after
Surprising everyone especially me
Through stubbornness and some well-placed laughter
A smattering of grace a splash of style

Still here to enjoy the absurdity
I take it with a grain of salt and smile
Since not taking things too seriously
Seems key to survival after awhile

I have died once and have lived lots of things
Been nearly buried been dearly married
Have worn disguises and symbolic rings
But it has been best of all just to be
A wanderer everlastingly free

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 30, 2006, 1:56 am


Snow

The memory of life in my front door
Remains a secret deep within the wood
What came from the tree will never forget
What is of earth is of earth understood
When it reminds us of what we live for

The forest of a hundred years ago
Is present in this door a century
And all of us who sprang from earth should know
The memory is not forgotten yet
There is kinship between this door and me
Which runs as deep in fall as sap and blood

And when the winter comes the wood will show
That it remembers long-forgotten snow

Covering the forest of memory

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 29, 2006, 7:14 am


Star

Where the shadow falls from eternity
Through contemplation vigil and fasting
A star arises from the heart of night

To comfort bless inspire and simply be
From everlasting to everlasting
First last and always uttermost the light

The gift is given to us just the same
As to the immortals even to me
Although a fragile thing human by name

No broken hearts are deemed unfit to see
No empty hands unworthy to receive
Nor can it be bought for gifts must be free

The shadow only asks us to believe
That first it must fall for the star to rise
And fill from the inside these empty eyes

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 28, 2006, 9:12 pm


It Was You

Lonely I thought that I wandered alone
My whiskers whitening through years of care
Out rambling straight into the great unknown

But now I can see you were always there
For all of the way for all of this time
By my side for the journey all along
Behind and before me leading the climb
You have kept me sane you have made me strong

To feel all alone in the universe
Is a hard thing and it could have been worse
I only wish now I had known as well
As you did all this time how I could be
So close to heaven and so far from hell
With someone who cares right here next to me

Until I noticed my dream coming true
I never even noticed: it was you

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 26, 2006, 4:58 am


To Be Lonely

This is how it is then to be lonely
At the end of the day it settles in
Where I thought I saw someone was only
No one in the shadows of after-all
And nothing in spite of what might have been
Or if anyone my own reflection
On shards of mirrors broken in the fall

Mortality my original sin
And darkened mirrors in each direction
Analogous to the elements of
Earth water air and fire faith hope and love
As well as time and space and life and death
Seen dimly in the half-light from above
And oxidizing slowly with each breath

This is how it is then to be lonely
On shards of mirrors broken in the fall
At the end of the day it settles in
Where I thought I saw someone was only
Mortality my original sin
No one in the shadows of after-all
And nothing in spite of what might have been

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 25, 2006, 9:45 pm


My Brother Bee

A worn-out bee would rise and fly but falls
Having always flown it will fly no more
And knowing or not knowing then it crawls

Having always known I would only soar
When I came to be as this bee is now
That I have to crawl on the ground till then
I see that we are opposites somehow

But in the same predicament today

I hope it knows not as I know not when
It will fall still and I will fly away
And yet it might know as I might know too
To die to fly is what we are and do

This bee and I like Peter on the sea
Treading the elements till we find out
Will soon learn our lessons of faith and doubt

As we both sink will anyone catch me?

My brother bee I leave you now to fly
As you have flown in life now as we die

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 24, 2006, 11:44 pm


Midnight Consolation

Knee-deep as I am in November
(With December coming soon)
It helps me hang on to remember
That I always have the moon
And you do too

Something we can depend on
Fortunately
For me and you

Her changes chart how dreamers exist
All our waxing and waning
Rightly regulated by a force
Impossible to resist
At least for me

Nor would I be complaining
About what I spend my wishes on
And will these wishes come true? Of course!

Still... until they do... my policy
(With December coming soon)
Is wait and see

But: I always have the moon

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 23, 2006, 12:05 am


These Autumn Stars

Watching these autumn stars twinkling
Like silver and blue bells of ice
I can almost hear them tinkling
The sparkling sounds of paradise

When the night is open like this
Revealing its patterns clearly
The sky a deep blue velvet kiss
I can feel the stars and nearly
Taste their diamond coolness sweet
Yet subtle as my senses greet
The Other which they represent
And thank them for reminding me
Here in the chill of night half spent
What I am here for is to be
With all my senses wide awake
No matter whether day or night

These autumn stars which make me take
Another look make things look right
As not just with my eyes I see
But with my soul I see the light

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 22, 2006, 3:04 am


My Providential You

As lacking as I am in common sense
I am thankful for the kindness of friends
Providers of that gentle providence
Which gives me hope and helps to meet my ends
In spite of the scarcity of my means

Somehow I always survive winter's greys
As surely as the coming of spring's greens
As dependably as nights follow days
But this security would never be
And I by now have landed in the street
Without you who have been so kind to me
And pulled me from the bogs of bankruptcy

As lacking as I am in common sense
A higher mind than mine caused us to meet
A greater strength than ours will see us through
Providers of that gentle providence:
I thank you all ...my providential you

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 21, 2006, 4:17 am


Her Name Was Patricia

My mother became more and more like a bird
Until she flew away on the twenty-third
Day of November it hurts to remember
Of Nineteen Ninety-Eight on that date I hate
Which will be the date of Thanksgiving this year

Thanksgiving comes back some years early some late
For others but never came back to me here
And yet I am thankful and appreciate
That I had the mother I had when I had
Who died singing I know because I was near
A sweet sad old song in a voice soft and clear

She thought I was gifted I thought she was great
We had nothing but it never seemed so bad
Scarce money sad sickness scant hope and no dad
My mother though frail bore the burdens of all
And showed in her death what it meant to live strong

This year on Thanksgiving I will sing this song
For my songbird who flew away in the fall

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 19, 2006, 11:02 pm


Slugabed

Cold tea from last night still here by my bed
Last night a very long time ago now
I need to make black coffee for my head
But first must move my curled-up cat somehow

He seems to want to sleep permanently
One never shoos Freddie Noodles away
But if I pet him right he might agree
To take the plunge with me into this day

So I will offer kitty treats instead
And maybe a few aspirins for me
That coffee I spoke of followed by tea
For I have been too long a slugabed

Autumn afternoon at Studio Lance
The sun is not patient nor will it wait
A sunny Sunday finds us sleeping in
As earlier each day the hour grows late

Come cat! Let us leap up to join the dance
And let Sunday festivities begin!

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 19, 2006, 5:16 am


Sheltering Shadows

Within sheltering shadows waits the light
Until the time comes to dawn the new day
It nestles there in the heart of the night
Until the time comes to come out and play

Then the sun and the moon change their places
One looking forward the other behind
Yin yang opposite-attracted faces
Without which the sky would be cold and blind

When the sun goes to bed the moon rises
Or so it would seem from here on the ground
That they share a bed is no surprise as
All of their doings are done in the round

Until the time comes to come out and play
It nestles there in the heart of the night
Until the time comes to dawn the new day
Within sheltering shadows waits the light

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 18, 2006, 9:04 pm


Coming Home

The river is drawn to the sea and falls
Gratefully beneath subaquatic walls
With remembered familiarity
Fulfilled in its ultimate destiny

The wanderer comes home to roam no more
The welcoming mother closes the door
And water and water are one to be
Together again elementally

The river is embraced as with the tears
The blood sweat and life of all the world's years
Consider the river the sea and learn
Who came from the womb to the womb return

I am the river and you are the sea
When I come home I pray you welcome me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 17, 2006, 10:13 pm


The Veil Withdrawn

A shadow passed across the moon one night
A cloud within a cloudless winter sky
And when it passed it left a lesser light
As though when it passed it had not passed by
But left a stain between the moon and me
A strain in what I thought reality
A crack in the mask a rip in the hem
Of the veil which falls between "us" and "them"

A shadow passed across the sun one day
A cloud out of a cloudless summer sky
Which though it seemed to take something away
Left something intimate yet lifted high
Resolved to show forgotten is not gone
A glimpse behind the spacetime veil withdrawn
Evolved I know we grow but never die
Who see dusk simultaneous with dawn

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 16, 2006, 11:45 pm


Respect and Solidarity

None of us has any money but
We share what we have no matter what
Through thick and thin times (more thin than thick)
Our cooperation does the trick
As in our daily lives we elect
To practice our mutual respect
By looking after one another
Friend and sister to friend and brother

None of us has any money though
We have what it takes to make a go
Of living together and living well
At Studio Lance where the old bronze bell
Rings for respect and solidarity

When I come to die: ring that bell for me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 16, 2006, 2:03 am


Sweet Bread

Franziska baked some sweet bread shaped like birds
I wish I were with her in Germany
Since all I have to eat here is my words

I think sweet bread would be better for me
Sometimes my words are hardly sweet at all
And sometimes bitter in the chill of fall

But she is far away along the Rhein
Her sweet bread is probably eaten now
So I am stuck with just these words of mine
With which I have to muddle through somehow

Still there is sweet bread which one need not eat
To savor in spirit across the sea
From along the Rhein right along to me

And feeling how I love her I feel sweet

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 15, 2006, 10:07 pm


Do Not Disturb

I feel so fortunate to be alone
Able to do whatsoever I please
Given some relationships I have known

I choose to avoid cheap dramas like these
Call me a sociopath a recluse
Sign me up again for celibacy
What I see of "love" is a poor excuse
For genuine human intimacy
Which even if achieved will not endure

All that is not for me I choose to be
A lifelong bachelor confirmed and sure
Of one I can depend on which is me

So go ahead kids grapple grope and scream
Just do it somewhere else and let me dream

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 14, 2006, 10:45 pm


My Fall My Rise

Summer came and went with little fanfare
Surprising autumn slid in smilingly
I hardly noticed summer's fall at all
With autumn's rise around me everywhere

Rose petals and red leaves swirl around me
A rise which seems nothing at all like fall
But more like the arrival of the now
The process of becoming which is dawn

I never got to mourn summer somehow
Was too distracted to see it had gone
It was kind of autumn to come like this
Arriving gently on the morning wind
Summer slipped out while I slept with a kiss
Took its bad but left its good memories
And left me here with autumn by surprise

The passages of life are times like these
My fall inscribed on clouds my rise on air
Those moments when I pause and realize
The wheel of time is turning with a sigh

Winter will come then my seasons will end
I fall to earth to rise again and bear
The light which stretches after as before
Life's passages are written in the sky

When spring comes I will celebrate it there
Who am I to ask for anything more?

+Steven Curtis Lance



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