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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

Displaying Poems 2001 thru 2025 of 2843 Poems

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Aug 12, 2006, 6:52 pm

The Point of It

One extreme reflects the other
Just as sister is to brother
The bloom of triumph bears the seed
Of its defeat as greed bears need

An alcoholic wet or dry
And addict felled or flying high
Saved from the sin of living die
While yin and yang eternity
Leaves behind raptured you and me
As crusader and jihadi
Find freedom to be slavery
And seek to do wrong to do right

I only seek to kiss your face
And neither slave nor master be
Not black nor white but human race
Past reason and insanity

Sunset moonrise day follows night
As we are complementary
We face each other and we fit
Which seems to me the point of it

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Aug 12, 2006, 7:53 am

Selfmade Unmade

In a voice roughened by regret
I can hear what he has hoped for
And that it has not happened yet
That he has always been so strong
But now he wonders how much more
Disappointment he can endure
Before he leaves it all behind

When he was young he was so sure
He knew the answers or could find
Them if he asked the questions long
Enough or maybe loud enough
But he got lost and things went wrong
He bet it all and lost the bet
And now it hurts inside his mind

So when he talks his voice is rough
Since he is fighting not to cry

How do you live when your dreams die?

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Aug 11, 2006, 11:41 am


on the eve of the birth of my book Sea Stones

Oddly classical and formal
A fastidious fellow I
Am definitely not normal
(If such a thing exists these days)
A solitary simple soul
And a little set in my ways

As unrelentingly I try
To achieve whatever my goal
Might be with cunning courtesy
Like getting good at poetry
Perhaps becoming somebody
Before (maybe after) I die

Believing the dream becomes me
Becoming and coming to be

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Aug 10, 2006, 3:07 am

Pieces of Us Both

Whatever ends up happening to me
I might as well look fate square in the face
No matter where the pieces come to rest

The puzzle will be finished finally
The way it will and that way will be best
Because that way is the way it will be
However the pieces fall into place

That configuration of destiny
Can only be accepted then with grace
Since there will be nothing else I can do
But inhabit my place in time and space

I only hope that I will be with you
And that together someday we might see
The pieces of us both fit in embrace

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Aug 8, 2006, 9:42 pm

Into the Night

I felt a chill and looked within today
To find that my heart has been gnawed away

Though I had felt a growing emptiness
And bit by bit an increasing distress
As if I were losing myself somehow
I find that I have been hollowed-out now

A hole in my soul and nothing I say
None of those clever things I used to do
Can make it any better anymore
Since from this open sore my life leaks too

As if someone forgot to close the door
Let in a chill wind which blew out the light

And what I was slipped out into the night

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Aug 7, 2006, 5:17 pm

To Someone Somehow

A fear to freeze the blood within the veins
In which it runs in panic through the night
A deadly dread's ironic labor pains
Where people all say it will be all right
But it will not because it cannot be
While reason sleeps where rulers have gone blind

In the "New American Century"
My country lost its way then lost its mind
What little light is left is scarcely seen
And if it shines it seldom shines on me
So you might never know now what I mean

You reading this might wonder who I was
Who questioned in an unquestioning age
Might even seek yet not find me because
As a wanderer on a pilgrimage
I was once here but I am long gone now

May my words matter to someone somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Aug 5, 2006, 11:43 pm

Shadow of Despair

There suspended in the air
With its unanswered question
Waits the shadow of despair
Immune to all suggestion
Night might pass light might return

If you have not yet felt this
Welcome to your turn to learn
To receive your virgin kiss
Of that chill which gnaws the soul
Snaking softly night and day
Of that dark which swallows whole
Lives which have been sucked away
By the shadow of despair
Which with patience questions for
All you have and then some more

There suspended in the air
Immune to all suggestion
Waiting for us me and you
With its unanswered question
Where the nightmares all come true

As it waits so too can we
Hold my hand and stay with me

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Aug 1, 2006, 9:25 pm


Having rather been a has-been than a never-was
I am grateful to have once believed in Santa Claus

And I look back now with no regrets at all because
It all went down according to how it had to be
For the pieces of the puzzle to become this me
You see today the only me which ever could have been
Because of what I do and did what I see and have seen

For better or worse this is life and I am used to it
The pieces of the puzzle come together and they fit
Just as they are and having come as far as I have now
All I can do is move along and muddle through somehow
So I will see where I will be when this road ends somewhere

We never know until we go and get from here to there
Where we will finally end up but until we arrive

The journey is the destination: on the road ...alive

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 30, 2006, 7:18 pm

Instrument of Grace

Your telephone knows and tells you it is time
Mine knows nothing never tells me anything
But thinking of you I feel this poem rhyme
And hope you will tell my telephone to ring
It will only waken when you tell it to

This squatting black slab-like unglamorous thing
Inertly waits here for a signal from you
It knows no tunes no tricks does not dance nor sing
Knows but one bright ring but one right thing to do
When you call it as an instrument of grace

Until you come home when we come face to face

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 26, 2006, 4:15 am


When I sold my grave back to the mortician
He said "Mr. Lance you will need it someday"
For him it was a grave breach of tradition
To leave the family plot and move away
He may be a slave to a grave but not me

If I want to join my loved ones I know where
To find them where they always wanted to be
In the water the fire the earth and the air

When I pass from earth through fire then I will see
The glory they taught me and we will be there
With our mortal eyes opened immortally
Together forever together again
Past graves and morticians beyond death and pain

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 24, 2006, 7:29 pm

Dying to Find Out

two roads to nowhere

Back in the day they all used to say
"You want to live forever?" "Hell no!"
But it is hell to go the hard way
To be falling apart as you go

Now they are more genteel in their ways
They "live right" up to a point right up
To the moment of the hemlock cup
Twisting the end of the end of days
This could be because death takes longer
When practiced by cigarettes and booze

Old-fashioned patience might seem stronger
People preach and argue pray and shout
Modern self-destroyers like to choose
Yet both still have to die to find out

Both live all they can and then they die
One slow one fast both wondering: "Why?"

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 22, 2006, 10:01 pm

Mutual Respect

We need each other but need ourselves more
The self must be in good repair to share
To be we need to know what to be for
To "be there" for you I must first "be there"

If there exists among us an elect
Election is by mutual respect
To love my neighbor as myself I must
First love myself in order to love you
How can I trust you if I cannot trust
My own word when I give it you as true?

We are spirit as sure as we are dust
If "hell is other people" heaven too
I watch your back because I watch my own
We live together but we die alone

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 20, 2006, 10:11 pm

A Little Help from Angels Here and There

I have decided to give up worry
As Lenten sacrifice though in July
And I firmly resolve not to hurry
But take life as it comes as time goes by
I mean to mosey to cease to scurry
And live all I can until I must die

Since nothing can be helped by worrying
Except turning whiskers white on my chin
I will not worry about anything
Just let this summer sun come streaming in
Triumphantly into my darkened room
Rejecting death unready for the tomb

Under this brilliant blue high summer sky
Where hummingbirds and butterflies abound
I cherish the simple belief that I
Though I had lost my way have now been found
By life itself and rescued from despair
My night washed away by the light of day

Hope falls gently like snow without a sound
Here in July through bright blue summer air
Falling like manna to me on the ground
Which when I gather it blooms in my hand
And I need not question nor understand
A little help from angels here and there

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 19, 2006, 9:03 pm


Like Skinner's superstitious pigeon we
Repeat strange patterns in the hope of love
Wasting life waiting for eternity
Hopping foot to foot while glancing above
Anxiously this way and that faithfully
In pursuit of the utterly opaque
Pecking each other when we disagree
Worrying lest we might make some mistake

Wise pigeons say we never know until
Someday when the box is opened at last
But as things stand now it looks like we will
Ignore our present to play out our past
Hopping and hoping for bits of birdseed
Watching the feathers fly as pigeons die
Pecking each other in need or in greed
And flapping our clipped wings as life flies by

At night we dream that when the box is gone
A pigeon might transfigure to a swan

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 18, 2006, 9:51 am

Fly Away Home

Fly away home birds to the sky
Death never asks nor answers why

My father could not bother to
Have anything at all to do
With his strangely quiet baby
Now and then my mother maybe
No feeling no dealing with me
So he agreed to disagree
And threw us both into the street

Into disorderly retreat
Back to where my mother began
With her own mother as before
Giving birth to this child this man
Who came home late to leave no more
Alone and broken just as she
Was in my heart a weeping sore

And after all these years here I
Bury them all now as I die

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 17, 2006, 2:18 am

Friends and fellow poets,

I am so grateful to all of you for your support and encouragement, and so
sorry for my relative absence lately that I wanted to send you a brief
note both to thank you and to ask you to forgive me.

I have had quite a struggle holding on to my old haunted house during
these past few years since Grandma died, but recently things took a turn
very much for the better. It looks like I will get to stay here now, and
good people have come to me to help, and are working hard at renovating
the place.

But this keeps me away from the computer, since I am caught up in the
whirlwind of it all every day. I write here and there as I am able when I
have a moment, on a clipboard with a couple of sharp pencils (and a little
blue pencil-sharpener Juan the handyman brought me) which I carry around
with me, and then post the results at night or in the morning when I can.

I hope you will forgive me for not replying to your poems as I would like.
Before it was depression which prevented me; now it is something much
better--happy hubbub and hullabaloo--but the effect is pretty much the
same, that I don't reply as I would like, and I apologize. Things will
settle down later in the summer.

I deeply and sincerely appreciate the kindness and the friendship which
you share with me. I am still here, and will be, and am doing my best to
write as best I can. It's just that sometimes my water is turned off, the
electricity is turned off, or there are huge projects going on all around
me involving wet paint and loud noises.

We will rent rooms to students when all is completed, and I will have a
nice loft upstairs, either to rent or to use as my own Batcave (an
increasingly tempting option!).

I send you all my love, and as ever, my respect and solidarity,


Jul 16, 2006, 5:32 pm

"What is Truth?"

Pontius Pilate asked "What is truth?" as
Everyone else before and after has

And whether or not he got his answer
Depends on your technique as a dancer
Of that old metaphysical mambo
That balancing act between light and heat
Which comes to a boil and threatens to blow
As regular people die in the street

I bet my life on Pilate's prisoner
But "truth" be told I wish I never were
I trust He was right and his Pilate light
Was on
But I might lose my sight before this night
Is gone

(That is if this night ever goes away)
Where "What is truth?" smolders in shades of grey:

Kyrie eleison

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 16, 2006, 9:13 am

...So Here I Go

I have forgotten my life somehow
I would remember but... better not
Time knows no delay except decay
I am not who I was (if I was
Ever even anyone) at all

I was someone else but I forgot
Just who that was who was long ago
Lost in the service of some lost cause
Yet I played my part however small

Why? I cannot say nor do I know

I was young then when I went away
Back when life was long and time was slow
Another lifetime another day
Too far in the past to see from now

I am uncertain as to whether
I could even find the words to say
Alone now how it was together
Before those pieces of yesterday
Shattered (if they mattered) anyway

They say "life goes on" ...so here I go

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 13, 2006, 10:15 pm

Our Everlasting Now

for Franziska

I could never afford to pay you for
This moment of human propinquity
Arc-sparking the space between you and me
I could give you myself but nothing more
Yet by the same token give nothing less

Here in the dark together we can see
By this spark which arcs between me and you
Such wonders as have not before been seen
And all our secrets confide and confess

Here we can discern the false from the true
The that-which-is from the what-might-have-been
But never mind about the what-might-be
Since it never really is anyway

We cherish this our everlasting now
Where you and I always know what we mean
By such light as sparks in the dark allow
Our darkest night blooms into brightest day

I could never afford to pay you for
This moment of human propinquity
Arc-sparking the space between you and me
I could give you myself but nothing more
Yet by the same token give nothing less

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 12, 2006, 6:40 am

Rhinestone Cowboy Heart

Up on your high horse little man
You might think you have the answer
But you have no idea at all
Smirking at us because you can
The world is weary of your lies
Metastasizing like cancer

Each time you speak someone's child dies
And will you have the answer when
Their mothers come to you and say
Enough of them have died someday
For your false war? Just lie more then
More hype and more hypocrisy

You knew you could never fool me
But now your loyalists ask "why?"
As eyes through tears begin to see
You on your high horse little man
As one by one our children die
Smirking at us because you can

Now broken hearts in the heartland realize
Little wars grow big and bring things down to size

But your cold rhinestone cowboy heart is ...empty

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 11, 2006, 3:44 am


I already know the question to
Your answer yet I wonder if you
See what I mean of what might have been
With backwards eyes which have never seen
Except what is sealed within your head
Turning tight circles till you are dead

The machine knows no hesitation

Freedom is slavery (turn turn turn)
Unequivocal evocation
But it took so many dead to learn
You could not hold a conversation
Our world is on fire now "let it burn"
You say as you make night of our day

You never saw the light anyway

Curfew and the night runs red
Is that all? Yes that is all
No not heaven hell instead
First we rise and then we fall:

Deadline (and the line... goes... dead)

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 8, 2006, 8:11 am

Love Her

Hearts in love are marked by fragility
And whether soon or late those loved must learn
They play with fire who disrespect desire
Aflame in a heart so the burn they earn
Is a growing pain as they grow to know
Best sooner than later learn to discern
That love must be taken seriously

If somebody loves you never make fun
Of her
Love answers to few and yet you are one:

Love her

Or else when you are older all alone
As I am now with my day almost done
Then weep like me for joys which never were

But might have been ...if only I had known

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 6, 2006, 6:51 pm


Once I was married and then I was not
Tying the knot and then breaking the seal
Once someone loved me then someone forgot

Playing the cards I am dealt or I deal
Through good hands and bad hands the game has brought
Me closer to the ultimately real

Whatever the prize I am nearer now
Than ever to winning this game somehow
But will never know until I arrive
What life means except that I am alive
Nor where I am going ultimately
Except to ultimate reality

So here I go going on with the show
I feel like I am going home again
Where questions there have answers I will know

As if remembered from eternity
From womb to womb I pass through labor pain
And mystery to victory to be

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 5, 2006, 9:05 pm

Dangerously Exciting

I tire of being treated like a pawn
Or else a pariah from dusk to dawn
Of the dark which obscures the light I see
By gaming judgmentals who want me gone
So they can have the whole world to themselves

The one they hate most is the one who delves
Into the nature of things to seek out
The truth ignoring the slogans they shout
Of nocturnal national vanity
They rule but their sanity is in doubt

At least by me so I am free by choice
They scream but cannot still the still small voice

Of God

How odd

Yet dangerously exciting to be:


+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 4, 2006, 10:02 pm

Whatever it Takes

Independence Day in the USA

Many speak today of independence yet
Few of them seem to speak independently
And many who claim independence forget
That all of us all over the world are one

You are linked interdependently with me
And everyone else agree or disagree

The rockets' red glare the bombs bursting in air
Are as real as ever and will still be there
After all the fireworks and speeches are done
In a small world after all which we all share

Remember the Romans: avoid their mistakes
The world weeps for peace now whatever it takes

+Steven Curtis Lance

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