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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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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

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


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