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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Dec 16, 2005, 1:16 am


Christmas Crossroads

So close to Christmas and so far away
From everyone from everything tonight
I fear both life and death and so I stay
If tentatively with the door in sight
In the midst of it all decking the hall
With forty feet of garlands my daughter
Gave me when she surprised me and brought her
Encouragement her strings of sparkling light

I must gather myself arrange my face
At least buy gift certificates somehow
Some way or other get through this with grace
If I can then it will be over now
Before I know it I must not show it
Not this darkness not this terror I feel
Not this shadow which lurks within these walls
I have something tangible to embrace

The love of my children honest and real

In the light of their love the shadow falls
Because of how they look at me that way
It dries the dark to nothing in a smile
A tender hug which makes me want to say
I might just have to stick around awhile
To see how things turn out in a new year
Which could only be better than this one
There are those who love me who want me here

The shadow falls: my Christmas has begun

+Steven Curtis Lance



Merry Christmas

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Dec 14, 2005, 10:53 pm


Hand on Holiday

I woke up this morning my right hand did not
My left hand remembered my right hand forgot
But has remembered something is wrong with me
Making it challenging to write poetry
Being distracted neurologically
Which is about as logical as I get

I keep waiting for it to wake up and yet
Watching this hand write as though it belonged to
Somebody else entirely and not to me
Is a worthwhile if unsettling thing to do
An alternative perspective certainly
Not artifice nor literary device
My numbed flesh-and-blood right hand makes me think twice
To make this estranged member work properly

If I am dreaming and wake up suddenly
Then you will never read these lines because they
Will not be written into the light of day
But if you are reading this my hand is numb
A fascinating foretaste of things to come
At least I finished my seventh book somehow

I guess my hand has gone on holiday now

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 12, 2005, 5:30 am


Behind Enemy Lines

a survivor struggles to survive

What is it about me makes him hate me so?
God knows he is a piss-poor poet
He reminds me of my Uncle Jack I know
And the people who know me know it

That same dark anger which destroyed my childhood
All the torture the being misunderstood
Is all brought back to me in flashback
This man might as well be Uncle Jack

Of course Uncle Jack never wrote poetry
Hated my father because of that
But now when I encounter the bigotry
Of this man I only see the fat
Flushed sweating fury of Uncle Jack again

Something which was locked away breaks loose
He triggers me he opens that box of pain
Bearing the broken bones of abuse
Which I have kept locked like Pandora these years
But what comes out now is pity: no more tears

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 11, 2005, 1:33 am


Existential Togetherness

I have a few on whom I can depend
Other people come and go and hurt me
But I have three great kids and one great friend

As fickle and flighty ones desert me
I count my faithful few and find these four
Quite enough really and I ask no more

Of course one can never have too many
Should you like to become my friend come on
Years I wandered without having any
None anyone could ever depend on

But I am blessed now and not complaining
I wish those who have come and gone the best
That these four know me without explaining
Means everything and never mind the rest

Now that I think of him I should add Fred
Without my fat old cat I might be dead
By now but all of us made it somehow
This far because of what great friends we are

As sure a thing as one can find in life
A surer thing than wealth or health or wife
And yet I am ultimately alone

But let me pretend now as I descend
Now as I slip into the great unknown
I have a few on whom I can depend

I realize that maybe tomorrow
My friend might leave me and cause me sorrow
So this is it then irreducibly:

My kids and my cat are just stuck with me
Three kids a cat and possibly a friend
Which is still pretty good if understood

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 9, 2005, 10:01 pm


For Patricia Lance and Mildred Graham

My avocado tree is wide and tall
Heavy and massive a hundred years old
Here in December the great green tears fall
When wind breathes warm or when rain drizzles cold
I cannot bear to think it is in pain
No they are tears of solidarity

I think of those I loved and lost again
My tree knows this as trees know everything
And lightly drops these green gifts down to me
I gather them as the morning bells ring
The bells which counted out the mortal span
Of those who lived and died beneath this tree
So we are all alone now tree and man
And who knows of the future after all

I have never tasted merely gather
These our green treasures dropped down from the sky
From the soft bed of leaves and would rather
Give them to somebody else who will die
But who is alive now along with me
I pass along these tears of man and tree

Under the lawn forgotten but not gone
Evergreen avocado tree and me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 9, 2005, 9:00 am


Cross the Rainbow Through the Sky

I have tried to seek my heart
Words combined and recombined
I have sought to speak through art
Emotions defined refined

I have struggled toward a start
Of a journey with no end
Knowing that I am going
With only one span to spend

Going yet not knowing where
Showing as I am growing
Hoping to share with a friend
Words which fly away like birds

These pieces of me you see
Blow away like leaves in fall
When we get there we will share
Shattered heart-shards after all

Having learned at last to fly
We will know when we get there
Cross the rainbow through the sky
Taught to care and not to care

What it means to live and die
When we get there you and I

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 8, 2005, 2:43 pm


Bush League Endgame

Once their best were sly spoke seductively
And their hair was just-so no matter what
Their lesser lights reasoned deductively
Both worked from a script they never forgot
Though they never governed productively
Dividing us into have and have-not

But their complete control has frayed undone
Scooter got in trouble and the bubble
Has sprung a leak and is ready to burst
The beginning of their endgame begun
The Bush League's woes are about to double
Three years to go from bad to worse to worst

What a fuss they once made of a blowjob!
Small stuff next to this supersized snowjob

We can only guess as it falls apart
The scope of their staggering corruption
We always knew they were not very smart
But now this unfolding interruption
Will reveal how they lie and cheat and steal
As well as their being incompetent

Not only to govern but to repent

Hey Bush! No one believes you anymore!
You could have really done some good up there
But turned out to be a ruling-class whore
You got to the top then you went nowhere
And you took all of us along with you
To pay for every stupid thing you do

Time for the Bush League to leave the field now
As the rest of us muddle through somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 7, 2005, 3:39 pm


The Red Book of Lance

A spark in the dark to set the world on fire, words of flame cried in the wilderness by a madman who is damned to tell the truth, The Red Book of Lance is fourteen dozen of this modern master's meticulous poems introduced by his physician and illustrated with cover portraits by his son.

Darker than his other books yet brightened by flashes of mad humor, the work reflects the gravity of the times, speaking prophetically of political change and social evolution.

This seventh book of Lance is a distillation of deep meditation on life and madness, the world and the universe, the self and others, and the journey of the soul.

In The Red Book of Lance the poet breaks out, breaks through, and means to change your mind: burn baby burn.

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The Red Book of Lance
Is a most useful thing
It shows how to dance
Out of that suffering
Which given the chance
Eats away at the soul

Now I choose to live
And to suffer no more
Let destiny give
Me something to live for
Let there be someone
To share this life with me

Since this book is done
And I find myself free
Now I dare to explore
With another to love
What I shunned before
What I was afraid of

I open the door

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Fiat justitia, ruat mundus: fiat lux.

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Dec 6, 2005, 10:48 am


Silent the Snow: A Christmas Carol
warm wishes from my heart to yours

Silent the snow
The song sweet and low
Soft on the lips of the tender maiden mother
Straw on the ground
The beasts crowding round
Offer their warmth to the Son of God our brother

O Alpha and Omega
O Bright and Morning Star
O Jesu de Maria
How beautiful you are

Crystal the cry
Of angels on high
"Glory to God in the highest and on earth
Peace and good will"
Rang bright through the chill
Swift ran the shepherds to see their Shepherd's birth

O Alpha and Omega
O Bright and Morning Star
O Jesu de Maria
How beautiful you are

Splendid the song
Of right over wrong
Life over death and true love transcending sorrow
Happy are we
Who have eyes to see
The light in the darkness that we rise tomorrow

O Alpha and Omega
O Bright and Morning Star
O Jesu de Maria
How beautiful you are

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 4, 2005, 8:29 pm


Universal Intimacy

At peace with the past
The future unknown
This moment alone
First only and last

The observed interchangeability
Of humankind seems to agree with me
I live and let live with all or with none
One person seems as good as another
This one a sister that one a brother
Without possessiveness or jealousy
All are my family many and one
As I would not a slave nor master be

Entangling alliances have hurt me
In the past so at last I have evolved
To where I enjoy them all equally
No muss no fuss and the conundrum solved
In practical pleasant propinquity
No winners no losers no one to blame
No means no ends and six billion good friends
Nothing stops nor begins the world just spins

In our universal intimacy
Getting up with Jack getting down with Jill
Is one and the same except for the name
If one will not love me another will

At peace with the past
The future unknown
This moment alone
First only and last

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 3, 2005, 8:43 am


Chicken Hawks

They are completely hollow
And then they are filled with sh*t
With just a little black hole
Where most people keep their soul
And no heart as you can tell

They order us to follow
But they are so out of it
They never know where to go
As they march us into hell

The last hope for tomorrow
Best and brightest led away
Sent by cowards to the fray
While we are left with sorrow

How many will die today?

Chicken hawks who know no fear
Lead our children from the rear
To glory six feet below
Only leaving us the bones

Can you see why we throw stones?

The chicken hawks never will
If they had a mind it would
Be made up and locked for good
Death the exit strategy
Until everyone lies still

Snug and smug behind their doors I see
Chicken hawks living dangerously

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 2, 2005, 9:51 pm


Nobody But Me and Everybody

Reaching for personal intimacies
Left for dead in an avalanche of debt
Straining for everlasting verities
Left alive with existential regret

Losing my money and feeling funny
But not in a way which could make me laugh
I am alone but the sky is sunny
Better off free without a better half

The biological imperative
To perpetuate and to multiply
Would seem to last as long as we men live

But having played my part in this now I
Enjoy the company of those who were
Perpetuated so successfully

Back in the days of family with her
The mother of my children who was wise
Enough to remarry to my surprise

Which I thought I might do myself but no
It was not to be at least not with she
Who is someone else's trophy now so

Nobody here but me and poetry
Nobody but me and everybody

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 2, 2005, 2:03 am


Of Diamond Stars on Blue Velvet Sky

I like to read poetry which asks me
Questions and causes me to wonder why
Things are as they are like a shooting star
Crossing my mind to leave the world behind
And I also like for poems to be
Like meditations or ruminations
About the nature of reality

Of diamond stars on blue velvet sky

Sparkling in autumn when the nights are clear
A sky just meant to be for poetry
When Santa Ana winds are blowing here
For the lovers as their warm breath hovers
Between those stars up there and you and me
The breath of the desert from far away
Breathing magic through the night by starlight

Warm and cool at the same time as in rhyme

I like poetry which helps make me free
Which inspires me like that breath of the wind
I want to share in this freedom with you
A freedom no government can rescind
And so I will write and so I will fight
I hope you will come along dreaming too
As we make dreams of poetry come true

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 1, 2005, 6:01 am


To My Smug and Smirking Masters

You can haunt and hurt and hate
Belittle me and judge me
But too little and too late
Now you can never budge me
For fate manages this stage
Nor can you eradicate
That which I leave behind me
You can never close this gate
My children will remind me
That long after I am gone
In a better brighter age
Truth and justice will live on
Past your impotence and rage

You cannot stop history
You are doomed to fail and fall
And you never will stop me
As I triumph after all

You imagine you have won
The people hate a bully
They will rise and turn on you
They will study war no more
Nevermore to be your slaves
They will win what I fought for
As the dead cheer from their graves
And you will never fully
Understand what hope can do
Until this good work begun
Which I undertake today
Will be done with you undone
When the stain is washed away

You cannot stop history
You are doomed to fail and fall
And you never will stop me
As I triumph after all

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 30, 2005, 9:07 pm


Fighting Back

I won six dollars in the lottery today
And I only spent a dollar so it was good
The house wins unless you know when to walk away
So I took it as a good omen understood
And with a new spring in my step went on my way
Marveling that this was only one of many
Lucky breaks after a long time without any

The first paper-white narcissus of the season
Bloomed beautiful and fragrant sprouting from a crack
In the hundred year-old concrete of my driveway
Before the winter spring has made an early start
Another good omen and just one more reason
To dare to dream again and begin to fight back

As now with all my heart I want to do my part
Anything I can do to end my people's pain
That is what I will do and I hope you will too
Today I go out naked into the hard rain

The conservatives all turn themselves inside out
Making such a to-do of the A. C. L. U.
So I joined today and made a contribution
That should give them something to rage at me about

Sick of oppression of the many by the few
I decided it was time for retribution
So I also became a Democrat again
Moving from Decline-to-State to committed blue

I want to be free and with those who stand with me
Shoulder to shoulder struggling for lost liberty

And even if we fail and nothing comes of it
If this injustice reigns forever unopposed
By those with the power to make the pieces fit
And these minds like steel traps remain forever closed
At least there were a futile few of us who tried
Fighting back to honor the blood of those who died

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 28, 2005, 10:32 pm


Avocados and Pomegranates and Crystal Meth

On this startlingly sparkling autumn day
I went out in my backyard and I found
Two big ripe avocados on the ground

I never eat them but give them away
Left in a shopping bag for my neighbor
Who gives me pomegranates in return

I never eat those either but I learn
Dynamics of friendship trade and labor
Backyard fruit becomes currency exchange
Barter economics if rather strange
Practiced with green and red commodities

Avocados and pomegranates are
Coin of the realm in neighborhoods like these
Subtropical fruitful communities
Trading in subtropical oddities
Nobody here keeps their fruit in a jar

I only wish I had an apple tree
Now there is a fruit on which we agree
If I had apples I would eat them all

A crazy man came screaming down our street
Pushing a shopping cart and pulled by death
Shopping for something which we do not grow

And somewhere within his bone-chilling call
I heard somebody who might like to eat
A pomegranate or avocado

I also heard the cry of crystal meth

But he was so angry he scared me so
For now it looks like I may never know

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 27, 2005, 10:32 pm


At the Brink of Time

The light of the sun is rearranging
Reality by shadow every day
From furthest point of east to furthest west
Day for night and night for day exchanging
Those exchanges the moments I love best

The world keeps turning I keep moving on
The lotus unfolding before my eyes
Led by the light I celebrate the sun
Embrace the skies to trace its set and rise
When day is best just ended just begun

When light has just arrived or has just gone
The world seems more alive as we all spin
There on the threshold at the brink of time
Light manifests most lucid most sublime
Where life and death as day and night begin

Sometimes I wonder who I am and why
I find myself revolving on this ball
What to do how to live and how to die
And then there are those times I realize
I rather wish I were not here at all

But I look to the horizon and sigh
When light has just arrived or has just gone
No matter what the reason I am here
The world keeps turning I keep moving on
The lotus unfolding before my eyes

So I hold on and look to dusk and dawn
It seems the trick is not to yield to fear
Light always returns although it may hide
Each dawn each dusk is still a sweet surprise
The coming and the going make the ride

At the brink of time on a spinning sphere

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 26, 2005, 10:38 am


Resolution

All of the same difficulties remain
Which had vexed me so a few days ago
They have gone nowhere they are still right there
Where I left them where they had caused such pain
The difference is I no longer care
Having found my sense of humor again
By which to laugh at frustrated folly

If educated I am "elitist"
If I ask questions I am "defeatist"
Not idiotic? "Unpatriotic!"
They have found their problem and it is me

There is no logical explanation
Why I should feel such a jolly Chahlie
Except what my mother old-fashionedly
Referred to as "righteous indignation"

Which is simply another way to say
That I refuse to be dragged down today
To where their nattering inanities
Wheedling would lure me to degradation
But my faith in my friends and family
Life's virtues instead of its vanities
And my love for you will carry me through

I resolve to get up go on the town
And never let the bastards get me down

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 25, 2005, 1:09 am


Fasting on Thanksgiving

Perception is reality
What we believe is what is real
Existing in the way we see
Reality is what we feel
Just as we discern it to be
Your truth while absolute to you
Is only relative to me

Illusion is that deception
Subscribed to by one who believes
Being the myth agreed upon
Because of hope in what deceives
A dream by which to muddle through
Most often no real harm is done
It seems the dreams sometimes come true

Reality is perception
Falling into the mind like leaves
Of many colors in the fall
Fluttering life down from the tree
These days of our lives one by one
Passing before our widened eyes
Pieces of you pieces of me

Beautiful truths beautiful lies
Beautiful chosen parts of all
And then it ends to great surprise
We know death comes yet never see
The mirror of mortality
That unrelieved that unbelieved
Last unperceived reality

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 23, 2005, 4:21 pm


Happy Thanksgiving

White moon winking through newly naked trees
Sparkly stars
Rusty Mars
Friendly voices like windchimes on the breeze
Fuzzy hats
Cozy cats

Coming together on evenings like these
Through the miles
Our shy smiles
Tonight are mixing up good memories
Old and new
Me and you

Stars and Mars and the moon likes what she sees

Loving and living
Happy Thanksgiving

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 22, 2005, 1:43 am


The Light of Autumn

The days are short but sharp and shining
Brilliantly bright and perfectly clear
Before the smiling sun reclining
Welcomes the moon as the stars appear
The sky itself deftly defining
The clarity of this time of year
When the heart is called to contemplate
Answers of life and questions of death
Matters of faith fame fortune and fate
In every heartbeat on every breath

We wonder but it is not too late
No never too late to leave behind
The mistaken notions of our past
We can think a new way change our mind
We can make the dream come true at last

In the light of autumn we can see
Reflected there in the sparkling sky
That we can do better here below
Better than this and we have to try
We look within our heart and we know:

The future is up to you and me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 20, 2005, 6:16 pm


A Love Song for Thanksgiving

At the turn of time on an eve this fair
With the sky this open the night this clear
The scent of windblown sagebrush on the air
And the intuition I belong here
Feeling strangely now I should be kissing
I find that old existential despair
At least for tonight has turned up missing

What do you do when this happens to you?
A situation I do not know well
Wary I wonder if this could be true
Since most often I spend the night in hell
I can only conclude a change of mood
Along with the season is the reason
The scent of windblown sagebrush on the air

Seems like Advent might be the advent of
Something like hope even something like love
At the turn of time on an eve this fair
As Thanksgiving comes I am thankful for
My life and I would like to live some more
What do you do when this happens to you?
I take what God sends and see how this ends

What I will be as this happens to me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 19, 2005, 12:48 am


Hollow Stone

I keep filling myself with emptiness
Diet cola from the grocery store
If I am not dead already I guess
I might as well wait around a few more
Days for a few more ways to go crazy

If reality is it is hazy
I used to be so sure of things before
Which now seem to me to be meaningless
If that is not too decided a word
Perhaps a better term might be "absurd"

What the hell was all the drama about?
Flopping around like a fish on the pier
Death-throes of innocence? Birth-pangs of doubt?
The hour is late: time to get out of here
I would go home if I knew where to go

Holiday hearts echo like hollow stone
Fear over here over there the unknown
I guess you have to die to really know
Flopping around like a fish on the pier
The hour is late: time to get out of here

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 18, 2005, 4:47 am


Mirror

The leaves which had turned
To flame have been burned
Away in the ire
Of the wind's cold fire
Impatient to sweep
In a change of scene
Harvest will not wait

The trees go to sleep
Knowing that the lean
Time of year has come
If only for some
While others grow fat
With secrets to keep
As the hour grows late

I think about that
Feeling like a tree
In a change of scene
Swept impatiently
Something which has been
A season before
A once present date

But not anymore
It is not for now
Yet will be again
As time will allow
To bloom when the rain
Wakens everything
At the turn of spring

No doubt no debate
Darkness encroaches
Winter approaches
And as it begins
Becoming clearer
Mortality grins
Back from the mirror

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 17, 2005, 5:12 am


Transcendence

When you have nothing to lose you have nothing to worry
About anymore and there is no reason to hurry
So people like me find ourselves living calmly content
Beyond having and holding profit and loss continent
Within the irreducible borders of our remains

*Accepting I have nothing I inherit everything

Beyond caring anymore past the passions pathos pains
Which spin the normal self in a personal tornado
Of ego up down round and round until away they blow
Like dry leaves in autumn when it is over just like me
In the end the fact I know this is that which makes me free

*Accepting I have nothing I inherit everything

Deep in my heart I have always known to let it all go
Is the only way to break free of the things which weigh me
Down prevent me hold me back my possessions betray me
The material world would bury me in its embrace
Smothering and entombing me in context held in place

*Accepting I have nothing I inherit everything

Very well then destiny take me: I let it all go
I must die to the earth if I would be born to the sky
The flower must dry away the seed must fall away to grow
This caterpillar would at last become a butterfly
Very well then destiny take me: I let it all go

+Steven Curtis Lance



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