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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

Displaying Poems 2001 thru 2025 of 2827 Poems

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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

Copyright MMVI

Jul 3, 2006, 7:18 pm

Blinking into Light

Ungrudging and understanding I have paid
Debts left behind them by those who came before
Those unwitting mistakes my family made
Back when people never talked about certain
Things and who lived in a world which is no more
When no one dared to peek behind the curtain

My Grandma said each person ought to live twice
That a first time just for practice would be nice
Since nobody knows what they are doing when
They are doing it just dumb luck now and then
But as for the big things we just never know
So we see our life come and then watch it go

Once for practice and for real and that is all
Our first rehearsal is our opening night
We blow lines bump into scenery then fall
And the audience is just out of our sight
Where the house might be empty at curtain call
When at last we are led blinking into light

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jul 1, 2006, 2:52 pm

La Copa Mundial and Flags on the Fourth

I watch soccer in Spanish from Germany
I don't get it in English on my TV

I tuned in at the beginning of the song
"Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit" sang along
And through a war of sport which Germany won
I felt I helped though beneath this distant sun
Of California on a sizzling beach day
Was there and here and far and near you might say

In this place or that I am... not quite all there...
Wherever I am in the world anyway
At the same time nowhere and yet everywhere
And I might appear to make no sense at all
But I just try to keep my eye on the ball

Juan was rooting for Argentina of course
He is a good friend who bet on a bad horse

And so this is how Fourth of July weekend
Began for this "rootless cosmopolitan"
But when the big day comes you will see my friend
The flag which I raise will be American
My old one from the Second World War will be
Alongside a new World Cup flag ...from Germany

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 29, 2006, 5:42 pm

Blood Offering

Whose story is history?
The story of those who won
Of how they killed the others

Yet it is no mystery
Each combatant is a son

Victors and defeated die
Each of those sons have mothers
Whose history knows no lie

See the weeping mother bring
Vengeful tears to rain upon
Victors in blood offering?

Forgotten she is not gone

Her son's blood is her glory
When books as flesh lie rotten
Her story is this story:

Blood will not be forgotten

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 28, 2006, 4:44 pm

Between Darkness and Destiny

And now to write
And so good night
Whether anyone reads or not

Some say they do
So maybe you
Have read a little bit of what
I found in the dark
In search of a spark
Of meaning along the way
Gleaned from the gloom observed then brought
Out into the light of day
Returned from where
Among the stars the world is small
Attempting to make some sense of it all

I share from there
Such insight as I might seeking see
In the night between darkness and destiny

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 27, 2006, 6:17 pm

The River

Now is the interruption in the flow
Of the river of before and after
Between where I come from and where I go
At the balance of after and before
This tang of tears this starburst of laughter
This heartbeat this breath no less and no more

Looking behind me I see hopes and fears
And dreams and nightmares some false and some true
With starbursts of laughter and tangs of tears
I can see all of us I can see you

Ahead of me I can see nothing where
The future is not granted me to see
Only the river but as it flows there
It bears along all possibility
The river bears me and all I must bear
Is my simple interruption to be

I am the river the river is me

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 26, 2006, 6:17 am

Vow the Now

So many summers but this is the first
In which I pursue the better and best
As now I let go of the worse and worst
To live in the now and forget the rest
The future which never comes and the past
Which I must leave behind me now at last

Put aside what-if and what-might-have-been
To focus on this moment in-between
Since out of all of time is only this
Not what-was-once nor remains-to-be-seen:

I vow the now and seal it ...with a kiss

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 25, 2006, 8:11 pm


When the blind have led the blind
Both have fallen on the way
Now the blind lead the sighted
And unlike those left behind
Just the sighted fall today
Controlled by the benighted
Who are only blind inside

And no matter what we say
How we die how many died
Down their dark road they lead us
As they play upon our fear

They think they do not need us
That we need must heed them here
We are sighted but our voice
Is disengaged from our mind

Rendered mute we see no choice
And we know they cannot see
Will not hear the silent scream
Of our slow-motion nightmare
Falling into their blind dream
From the top to God knows where
Who still sees must hear somehow

Only God can help us now

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 25, 2006, 2:11 am

The Gift

a sonnet

Why do you want the world to end?
What on earth is your hurry?
Life embraces you as a friend
But you sow fear and worry

Saving your soul have you lost your mind
Disdaining those you would leave behind?
The world will end when it is ready
Till then hold on and ride it steady

Life is gentle and will forgive
Your sin of unseemly haste
As for me and mine we will live
Nor let our world go to waste

I wonder: will you ever understand
The gift of life in your impatient hand?

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 24, 2006, 2:33 am

Hitler Farted Constantly

Did you know Hitler farted constantly?
Indeed he did and took pills for it too

A failed painter and tendentious writer
As full of bile as he was full of shit
The servants nicknamed him "Carpet Biter"
Because of his temper (or lack of it)

And quite the pervert he turns out to be
He made his poor niece Geli Raubal sit
On Uncle Adolf's face (to her disgrace)
Yet thought himself top of some master race

Even with twenty-eight drugs just in case
And all his hollering hullabaloo
He still went down farting in history
With his round rump trumpeting: "tootle-oo!"

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 23, 2006, 3:27 pm

Apocalypse Calypso

On an odyssey of idiocy
Where nobody makes any sense it seems
The degradation and indignity
Unfold as in a long night of bad dreams
With no morning no opportunity
To wake and wonder "what happened to me?"

Huddled together completely alone
No past no future the present unknown
Trying too hard to forget what has been
Written on the wall by a spectral hand
Too terrified to think of what will be
Written in our blood on the drifting sand

Just hoping not to see not to be seen
Where nobody could ever understand
Just wishing to disappear quietly
Lunesta midnight and Lexapro noon
Strangers to ourselves in a stranger land
At least they say it will be over soon

They say to follow them so here we go
Doing the Apocalypse Calypso

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 22, 2006, 5:47 pm

Together You and I

I have learned the hard way
To depend on no one
Myself especially
But accept that each day
We turn around the sun
Turns out as it will be

So a wheel once begun
Set turning at my birth
Will turn till I am done
With my turn on the earth

You may look down on me
As many people do
I look at destiny
Look straight across at you
And when I look I see
That you are turning too

So we are turning now
Like pinwheels in the sky
But only God knows how
And for how long and why

Yet still we turn and fast
As at first so at last:

Together you and I

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 21, 2006, 9:11 pm


The ones who really should will never quit
Writing unread till they are dead if not
Beyond (or maybe they already are
For all I know) rant on no matter what

Since they do I too sought to have my say
Hitching my wagon to a falling star
But now embarrassed to end up this way
A self-published self-starved none-of-a-kind

I finally have had enough of it

I wish I had the sense to walk away
Yet the delusion stays stuck in my mind
That maybe I could still make it somehow
And leave all this disappointment behind

But the hour grows late maybe too late now
As night falls hard time to call it a day
Or eyes-wide-shut-oblivious write on
The rest of my way to oblivion

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 20, 2006, 9:12 pm


To wake up in the morning wondering "Why?"

An itch which can be scratched in no other way
Than to resolve to get up and go find out
Is motivation for a meaningful day
In which the wonderer (too busy to die)
Is sustained by curiosity and doubt
To marvel along a trail of inquiry
In search of as much as can be found about
The nature of things: to see what one can see

This is a good day in a good life to me

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 19, 2006, 2:15 pm


If I had become a learned lawyer
I might have amounted to something then
But I am just one of the never-were
Outside looking in at the might-have-been

If I had been a famous physician
I might have made a fine fortune that way
Or had I been a better musician
Everyone might have come to hear me play

I ended up a little-known poet
Who lives from day to day and hand to mouth
Nobody much (but at least I know it)

So if my fortunes ever headed south
It would make no difference at all to me
I would just muddle through as I do now
Small change: so how much smaller could it be?

And yet... I like my little life somehow
Under the radar anonymously
As a wanderer and a rambling man
Who slipped through a crack in society

Down at the bottom where it gets muddy
I do what I know as well as I can
But as well as you or anybody

You say you never heard of me? Well... I
Look from the bottom up (but see: bright sky!)

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Jun 18, 2006, 7:23 pm

The Wayfaring Way

for my children on Father's Day

The best part of the wayfaring way
That discarnate portability
Which belongs to a wandering mind
Is what grants one the facility
Whether at midnight or at noonday
To transcend and to leave all behind
Even without going anywhere

This is that joyful ability
Of the free to be not here nor there
But as vagabond to live beyond
Limitation and live everywhere
On a minimum of calories
But maximum curiosity
Vaccinated against the disease
Of that need for control which enslaves
Beyond want and its obesities

To be neither needy nor greedy
Day or night and dark or light the same
One who knows how to bob and to weave
An artful dodger smooth and speedy
Who can find the pattern in the game
Knowing when and when not to believe
How to flow like water my daughter

A wayfaring soul is one who saves
The world my son: may you be one of these

+Steven Curtis Lance

All my love to Maria, Stevie, and Teddy, today and always.

Copyright MMVI

Jun 17, 2006, 2:17 am

Poetry is Not Supposed to Be Hard

Poetry is not supposed to be hard
If it is you might be doing it wrong
Poems hide in plain sight in your backyard
The kettle on the stove is spouting song

And this is not to mention all those birds
Sharing their feathered Promethean fire
Who (if you asked them) would tell you the words
Translated for the page straight from the beak
To English or Chinese or what you speak
Of poems they recite upon the wire

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI


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