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Feb 5, 2006, 5:51 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1424:
Escape into Light

Sunday morning: I would go to church but for
The fact that I am afraid to go outside
Sooner or later I would go to the store
But for the fact of slow-motion suicide

I wonder if anyone knows what I mean
Or if anyone bothers to read between
These lines all perfected and polished to grace
Or if one can see the skull behind this face
Come clearer and nearer and dearer to me
As it smiles at me and speaks of destiny?

Sunday afternoon: I think about the night
I wonder if anyone knows what I mean?
The meaning is found in the spaces between
The places where trapped souls escape into light

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 4, 2006, 10:22 pm


I Choose "Be"

Most of us here in this world are lonely
You have to be lonely to see it though
We search for love so earnestly only
To find it always just beyond our reach

In the end only we lonely ones know
Among the ruins of us all and each
That what we sing of love is just not so
That those who find it soon lose it again
Having tasted heaven then fall to hell

Only we lonely ones really know pain
This world is hell enough we know too well
But heaven flashes every now and then
Probably just a cruel illusion

And yet we still hope never knowing when
Lightning might strike to end our confusion

All of this teaches me celibacy

No light just pretty lies and weeping skies
Empty arms and "To be or not to be?"

Alone and accepting it I choose "be"

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 3, 2006, 5:26 pm


The Question Answered

I hear the hair and nails grow on the dead
Between life and final preparation
But then hear it is something else instead
Only a part of the separation

Lying here feeling my hair and nails grow
In mortuarial affinity
Content to wonder I need never know
Nor think about this applying to me

Content to blunder I go with the flow
Of waking dream of imagination
And of simply going on with the show
To write as though my life depended on
It since it does: and then? I will be gone

So it will no longer matter to see
An answer to this or to anything
No hair no nails no desire but the fire
To answer the question of suffering

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Feb 2, 2006, 3:10 am


Burning in You

How paradoxical love seems to be!
Delightfully so:
I stopped chasing love now it chases me
And at last I know:
Sealed with this sweet kiss love will be my bliss

Love will flirt with me when I am busy
Make me drop my work and make me dizzy
While I bide my time pretend not to see
As if unaware of its presence where
It hides in plain sight as it peeks out there
Love is a wild child absolutely free
We play hide-and-seek but love will find me

Thank you beautiful friend who remind me
Love is always near me and mine to share
In the deep burning coals of your dark eyes
Earth turns around those twin stars where love lies
Timeless true ancient new: burning in you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 31, 2006, 7:06 pm


And We Will Remember This Always

Of all past ambition I repent
Especially the pursuit of love
Left with little I am still content
With what I have learned the hard way of
Our life our world and our universe

And now I know what I have to do

I will make things better and not worse
I will always be honest with you
Love everyone as much as I can
In the time given me till I die
To live as a kind and simple man

Let us come together you and I
And all of us as we face these days
Lovers friends and enemies as one
And we will remember this always
Into the dark when our day is done

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 30, 2006, 10:22 pm


To Live Free

Above all else it is best to live free
This does not mean that unregulated
State of the worldly ones segregated
From humankind and their humanity
Island-dwellers in denial gated
Behind a powerful state protected
From the rest of us claiming elected
Divine right into which can shine no light
While underneath them it is always night

No: to live free is to have dignity
No one who holds this also holds the whip
I would not a slave nor a master be
Both victims of the same dictatorship
Of cruelty beyond simplicity
For to live free is uncomplicated
Let all your chains fall and then you will know
I cannot tell you how it is to grow
No one can tell you: we can only show

That now is the best and the only time
To hear in your heartbeat your freedom chime

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 30, 2006, 12:20 am


Silence Between

I learned and remember
Desire comes to nothing
In May or December
Desire is suffering

I wash my clothes out in the sink
And I
Hang them on the apricot tree
To dry

Under the cold clear winter sun
I read and write I pray and think
Cook a bowl of brown rice each day
My heart belongs to everyone
Yet no one and find this my way
To live in solidarity
With all the world when day is done

Alone
With my cat I craft poetry
Unknown
But by a certain chosen few
As I agree and disagree
With everyone and none so you
Can be with me yet still be free

No one belongs to anyone

I fast
And yet I feast upon the universe
My life could be no better and no worse
At last

I learned I remember
Desire comes to nothing
In May or December
Desire is suffering

From silence we rise to silence we fall
Silence between is solace after all

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 27, 2006, 11:54 am


Testament of Succession

The one who lifts me from obscurity
Is now the son who once was named for me

The name my mother gave me is rising
Floating to the sun from the ocean floor
As life triumphs at the last surprising
Death and chasing it away from this door
A dusk a dawn and then the noon shall see
The wheel turn for a generation more

My son remember one who loved you so
And break the surface of the sea to soar
Go tell the world that secret we both know
Gift of my mother given once before
With you as with me wherever you go
Witness my hand and understand my will

The one who lifts me from obscurity
Born of the water which powers the mill
Is now the son who once was named for me
The wheel my mother turned is turning still

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 26, 2006, 6:29 pm


Graveside on My Mother's Birthday

May it all be true what you taught me
Of heaven and of life after death
Sweet kind gentle mother who brought me
To life by your life and gave me breath

May you shine like the stars forever
And know your only child will never
Never never forget about you

May you see me honor you and know
I will ever and always love you
And that because of you I will grow
To be the man you knew I could be

May you see this and be proud of me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 25, 2006, 3:02 pm


Sky Riddle

The bright crescent moon hangs heavy in the southeastern sky

Just above one of its hornlike points a star is flashing
As if it were spelling out some coded message which I
Cannot decipher yet wonder about as the dashing
Commuters are beginning to be heard in the distance
On the frantic freeway where some of them will be crashing
This morning without warning as they meet with resistance
From one another and from the laws of the universe
Their flux of frantic fluidity flows from bad to worse

The bright crescent moon hangs heavy and languid as before

But it has moved up and to the south to avoid the noise
That star keeps flashing a signal which is hard to ignore
And neither seems to care much for commuters nor their toys
Whatever their ends the crescent moon and the star are friends
To each other and to me and if the star is warning
Someone of something somehow I know I need not worry
It does not seem to be for me since I never hurry
I have nowhere to go and I like it here this morning

My celestial friends and I need no means hence have no ends

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 24, 2006, 6:36 pm


Stage

Our life seems a stage
Across which the players wander
On then off each age
Leaving us alone to ponder
Play or pilgrimage

It is theater in the round
In which "reality"
Is but accidentally found
We actors (you and me)
Are blocked in circles backstage bound

Our careers are as fragile as our fates
The director sits in the dark ...and waits

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI
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Jan 24, 2006, 7:29 am


Night

Weary of eating and excreting
Weary of giving
My all as I watch my country fall
Victim to each new stupidity
Draining the meaning from you and me

Fearful of living
Fearful of meeting and of greeting
Myself in the mirror after all
Of this has gone amiss and awry

Weary and fearful to live to die
Or whatever I am supposed to do
At the end of time as they tell me now
All I can do is write these words for you
And hope someone understands them somehow

Alone: and yet... the moon is beautiful the stars are bright!
I will forget the mocking day... and give myself to night

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 23, 2006, 4:41 am


Dancing Naked in a Haunted House

I found this couplet scribbled down somewhere
And can readily see why I tossed it
Aside but regret I never lost it
Completely as I snatch it from the air
This Santa Ana windy Sunday night
Perhaps a closer look might shed some light:

"Most loyal lover most fanatic foe
I will follow you wherever you go"

...Unless I suddenly lose interest
And turn inward which would probably be
Among the possibilities the best
Although anyone can telephone me
And many do as you are welcome to

While some walk by my haunted house to see
Some proof of my existence just to know
If there is really such a thing as Lance
I am clearly visible through the lace
Of the curtain and am rather certain
If they are lucky they might see me dance
Naked with a cryptic smile on my face

A lover to none yet courtly to all
And quite completely contradictory
White sheep of a very dark family
A harmless eccentric gentle and small
I only care about my poetry

But yes: I am a most fanatic foe
Having been raised that way what can I say
I tried the lover thing but I got burned
A foe is much more loyal I have learned
But no: any talk of "lover" and "foe"
Is moot now (if you knew me you would know)
I will turn inward and let it all go

Nonetheless... I might still answer if you call
Or dance if you walk by my house... after all

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 22, 2006, 6:46 am


Metamorphosis

In an erstwhile disused corner
Of a dusty dining room
Scene of so much childhood trauma
I evolved from damaged mourner
Waiting to join in their tomb
All those others in the drama
Which was once my family

Here in this once barren womb
I have transcended tragedy
Something happened these past years
Through the lawsuits through the tears
Hoped from heartbreak forced from fears
Something happened here to me
I have turned into a poet in this place

Emerging from this chrysalis a butterfly
I am ready for the world to see my face
Out of the dust of death to soar in the sky
I give you me: this poetry my life's embrace

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 21, 2006, 11:41 am


Whatever Happens Now

The people are frightened
Their actions are strange
Circumstances tightened
Reactions to change

An instability
Of the emotions
In a brittle daily
Dance through the motions
Self-conscious patterns of
Nervous activity
The only hope is love
The only remedy

Whatever happens now
Whatever else we do
Before we go somehow
I would make love to you

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 20, 2006, 6:29 am


Life Waits

Before avenging dig two graves
And grieve twice as you do
Love liberates as hate enslaves

"Thou shalt not kill" applies to all: us too

Until we are no more
Hope is not dead
Life waits outside our door
But seeing only death our heart and mind
Lock down instead
"An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind"
As Gandhi said

So what are we here for?

For life! For hope! For seeing through both eyes!
For leaving death for dead to realize
Now is our time and leave war's ways behind

Before avenging dig two graves
And grieve twice as you do
Love liberates as hate enslaves

Life waits outside for you

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 18, 2006, 6:59 pm


Simple Pleasures Shared

Violet incense and rose petal tea
New issues of Vanity Fair
Full-color-dust-jacket-bound poetry
Glenn Gould sparkling Bach on the air
Ravens stalk scolding parrots soar squawking
Sparrows just stay out of their way
Those green hummingbirds hushed us from talking
As if we saw fairies today
Cats are sleepy but then they always are

Then I know just what I will say:

"I will polish you my gem from afar"
And we can wash the car today
But first there will be flirting and squirting
With the hose heaven knows and sun
Lots of love scads of suds and fun
Wear your car-washing duds or none at all
If naked stand behind the old Chrysler
No one will see you (you're not very tall)
Then jump out and wave at Pastor Geisler

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 18, 2006, 5:01 am


In Plaza Square

Come see me and step out to take the air
With me and we will see what we can see
Downtown by the fountain in Plaza Square
While parrots squawk in squadrons lustily
In ragged green ranks through the bright blue sky
As sparrows flit close to where you and I
Stick curious noses into sweet roses

Fat ravens will watch us mysteriously
From the branches of that old tulip tree
Which first bloomed on Eleven November
Of Nineteen-Eighteen so I remember
My Grandma telling me when Uncle Lee
Could come back home from the Great War at last
At night the fountain turns romantic blue

The future blooms here from buds of the past
A future I would love to spend with you

Come with me and I will read poetry
At Starbucks to earn us some free coffee
There on the square and I will brush your hair
And kiss your sweet brown skin sweet as toffee
All over everywhere nor will we care
What time or day it is or anything
And then to the shops for that perfect ring

You and me there at home in Plaza Square

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 16, 2006, 7:01 pm


Alone is Not Alone

Life is not meaningless
Though it may seem that way
About every third day
Not meaningless unless
We let this sun today
Which is ours by birthright
These birds these bugs at play
Which offer their delight
Be squandered slip away
Into a sterile night
Wherein we lie alone
Confronting an unknown
Which we know all too well

While lying in their beds
Right here in our own town
Ache other worried heads
In life lived upside down
The state which some call hell
We isolate ourselves
Like corpses on morgue shelves

If we were together
We could by morning's light
Reconnect our tether
Our lifeline through the night
We are not the only
People who are lonely
Life is not meaningless
Pick up the telephone
Or go out visiting
Not meaningless unless
We live that known unknown
Life is a simple thing
Alone is not alone

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 16, 2006, 12:34 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1423:
Desire

The more we want the less we get
Desire is suffering
Happy are those who can forget
Desiring anything

The less we seek the more we find
That which the heart requires
The body through a quiet mind
Receives the heart's desires

The love you seek will come to you
Ask not and you will know
Forget and let your dreams come true
At last when you let go

For empty must the vessel be
To be filled to satiety

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 15, 2006, 4:26 am


Puzzle of Ten Pieces


1.) I am descended from an aristocracy of crime
And regular aristocracy too but I just rhyme

2.) When I was all ready to go fight the Vietnam War
Then the Army decided not to draft me anymore

3.) The psychiatrist from the government asked me about
What I saw and I could see he had pig ears and a snout

4.) When my mother used to practice smiling in the mirror
She only saw death staring back at her ever clearer

5.) My father is a hitman and he would like to kill you
We are proud of each other and I know he would thrill you

6.) My son Teddy the poet and my father the poet
Share a birthday and the Lance mojo wouldn't you know it

7.) My daughter Maria is a celebrated beauty
And I tell the world with pride as my genetic duty

8.) My son Stevie the rock star called me from San Francisco
While walking in Chinatown after a successful show

9.) I have known Franziska since early Two Thousand and Three
She's seen me through hell and been the most faithful friend to me

10.) Some think they understand me yet they don't and never will
They shouldn't f**k with me but just think twice and then keep still

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI

Should anyone want to see this poem in full color, as it was really intended to be seen, go to this link at AuthorsDen:

http://www.authorsden.com/stevencurtislance

It's on my homepage there, and also on a page of its own, easily accessed from the index. Thanks for reading, +Stevie








Jan 13, 2006, 2:41 am


Flying Lesson

Between piety and dubiety
Betwixt fundamentalism and doubt
Stands the golden mean of satiety
Wherein the soul soars but never flies blind

While those souls on the fringes flail about
Faith and reason in their season heart and mind
In equipoise avoid the noise and strife
Of the unbalanced and unexamined life

When fringes fail extremes have sorely tried
When what has been is gone let go and be
Come find the middle and be satisfied
To be full of now and open to love

Finding unity in variety
With no one beneath you and no one above
Past drunkenness beyond sobriety
From that which might have been to the golden mean

Seek not the overfullness born of greed
Wrapped in the cheap self-printed cloth of sloth
But that balance between excess and need
The satisfaction of satiety

Trust but verify claim yet clarify
For there is really but one society
To be shared by all and by you and me
Keep your wings healthy and strong: fly high fly long

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 10, 2006, 7:17 am


As the Calendar Speaks Epiphany

In the midst of life it appears to me
Now as I see through its ice-brittle heart
This culture is consumed with cruelty
Though I celebrate the exceptions I
Fear they only prove the rule as I try
To find the light but find to my despair
Searching for truth as the deceptions fly
That it most often is simply not there
If it ever existed anywhere
As the calendar speaks epiphany

Though we have always felt ourselves so smart
It was our hopeful misfortune to be
Naive to believe those who would deceive
Through a propagandistic history
Which justifies hate in disguise through lies
Of glory and manifest destiny
Though we have always held ourselves apart
We were fools in the best schools we were tools
Of a tyrannical oligarchy
Which ran a scam they called democracy

And all through history little has changed
They have always been greedy and grasping
Only the deckchairs have been rearranged
Deep is the cold sea shallow the glory
As we slide to sink freezing and gasping
Caught in a net caught up in the story
Left by manifest destiny to die
In the midst of life it appears to me
Wondering under a star-spangled sky
As the calendar speaks epiphany

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 8, 2006, 6:58 am


Oh Beautiful Terrible Carousel

I recall a beautiful carousel
Gold leaf on porcelain of white and blue
I rode it to heaven rode it to hell
Never got there never got anywhere
None of my carousel wishes came true
But that was my fault because I lacked faith

I wonder if I were to ride with you
If it would not end as it does in death
Maybe it would take off like a rocket
Aboard which to explore the universe
I still have two tickets in my pocket
And if we die at least we have lived worse

It beckons to me with music and lights
Like nothing you have ever heard nor seen
With enchanted days and magical nights
All of the memories which never were
Of all of the wonders which might have been
All of those dreams which they always defer

Come take me to heaven take me to hell
Oh beautiful terrible carousel

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 7, 2006, 10:58 am


What the Sunset Told Me

Now as the fools fall from the weight
Of fearful folly to the fate
Of all the arrogant their days
End now as their kind end always
And ever for they can never
Grow at all since they know it all

Or so they think here at the brink
Of final destruction and fall

Sadly we slowly turn away
And wonder if a better day
Could rise with the sun tomorrow
If we too could rise from sorrow

No one left but us to love us
Nothing left to say but hold me
Nothing left but sky above us
This is what the sunset told me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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