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Oct 20, 2005, 4:41 pm


A Brand New Unknown Day

Nine in the morning and St. John's bells ring
My absentee ballot hangs from my box
The ravens are elsewhere the sparrows sing
And hens in the henhouse outfox the fox
This seems as good a time as any to
Take up my pencil and write this for you

No matter how grumpy or negative
One is even poor and alone like me
Morning like this is a good time to live
One must admit and anyone can see
It is better to be alive than dead
On the bright side the right side of the tomb

Although I never know what lies ahead
Not knowing what lies ahead can be fun
I am having tea here in my front room
Writing poetry with my cat on me
A brand new unknown day has just begun
And I can find no reason to complain

Physics over metaphysics today
Philosophy tries in vain to explain
Psychology drains all the blood away
Theology then weeps away the stain
I just want to go for a walk and see
The pretty ladies check me out and smile

To celebrate existence for awhile

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 20, 2005, 8:37 am


Enjoy the Ride

The night is cool and clear where I am here
I only see the moon and one bright star
My furnace is still broken so I wear
As many clothes inside my house as out
And every now and then I step out there
To look up at the sky and think about
The way things have been and the way things are

I look within my heart and find no fear
Which sort of surprises me but feels good

Fear never makes things better anyway
Only worse in a random universe
Might as well have an adventure today
You can try to prepare and to rehearse
But you really never know what to say
Or if what you say will be understood
So you might as well just play it by ear

And since we really have no place to hide
What the hell: might as well enjoy the ride

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 19, 2005, 6:11 pm


Idealist

High clouds drift brushing past the full moon's face
Bordered bone white against the deep blue night
A dance of seven veils of cosmic grace
Humankind always reaches for the light

Eyes irresistibly drawn to the sky
We feel triumphant when the moon breaks through
Our hope ascending as she rises high
That maybe our full moon dreams can come true

Frozen blue sparkle flashing through the mist
Improbably high impossibly far
Just my luck to be an idealist
Humankind always struggles for a star

Eyes irresistibly drawn up away
Far distant star do you sparkle for me?
Does this mean love will dawn at break of day?
The night is deep but there is hope I see

High clouds drift brushing past the full moon's face
Frozen blue sparkle flashing through the mist
A dance of seven veils of cosmic grace
Just my luck to be an idealist

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 18, 2005, 7:25 am


Heart to Heart

These lines of mine are intended as a token
Of my gratitude for your caring attitude
Of kindness I see which has meant so much to me
When I have hit bottom and been the most lonely
Have been blind to hope and felt my heart was broken
Felt isolated as if I were the only
One who cared what happened words of kindness spoken
By erstwhile strangers have made all the difference

New friends have appeared and given me confidence
That I am not a bad person that there is hope
That my life has value to the lives of others
That I do not exist in some vacuum to grope
In darkness alone but have sisters and brothers
I never knew: so I want to reach out to you
By these words to repay you if only in part
To thank you and tell you I am here for you too

A thank you note from me to you from heart to heart

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 17, 2005, 9:44 am


Let the Journey Begin

I still believe in kindness and beauty
Having confidence in the human race
The only race we have one noble face
In so many colors across the earth
Which still looks up to honor and duty
The majesty within each death each birth

A miracle of many one are we
In our diversity who together
Make up a mighty quilt against the chill
As we gather in this autumn weather

I believe in you I believe in me
Nor am I ashamed to still feel the thrill
Of what was once called solidarity
Leaders who lead nowhere may reject us
May not care to hear what we have to say
But their shadow world does not reflect us

Rising resistance will sweep them away
We are the people let us elect us
Right here right now to overcome someday
To question and to quest to do our best

Whatever it takes someway and somehow
Let the journey begin right here right now

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 16, 2005, 2:56 am


Leaves

I embrace this change of season
Riding in on the wind today
As my senses find new reason
To waken and come out to play

The sun sets in a deeper shade
Dry leaves skitter across the street
In fireplaces the logs are laid
Soon fragrance will rise from their heat

Friends say my avocados taste
Good as they ripen fully now
Otherwise they would go to waste
I never tasted one somehow

I turn from coffee now to tea
As I do at this time of year
It seems more autumnal to me
And feels more traditional here

Though England is so far away
In autumn the old ways return
Autumn is when I remember
Those loved and lost in November

Along with the leaves as they burn

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 15, 2005, 5:29 am


By Which to Entertain You

Growing up with Kipling and the hymns of my youth
Growing up with Grandma and her absolute truth
Growing up gothic in the library you know
Those stormy Saturdays with Edgar Allan Poe
So many reasons and so many seasons now
That I just like that little chime of rhyme somehow

At the end of the line there waits that little ping
That little ca-ching which I find satisfying
Some might dismiss it as an unimportant thing
But when handled gingerly and by the right hands
It makes a spark which everybody understands
And that ping is the thing which makes it poetry...

For me: thus I sing of the ping the spark I see
Which makes it poetry for me and I will be
A singer and a ringer of the chime of rhyme
In the fall of my life as we fall after all
A harmless way to leave my mark to light a spark
The ping the ca-ching is the thing of which I sing

By which to entertain you as the night... grows... dark...

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 14, 2005, 6:48 pm


Courage

When troubles rise up towering
And looming over me
Instead of merely cowering
Pretending not to see
I find it is empowering
For stubborn little me
To see them for just what they are:

Long shadows cast by little things
When light is low and far
Imaginary bullyings
Formed and fattened by fear

We are not afraid of shadows here

Just as a flashlight spears the night
Slicing the darkness everywhere
So confidence will put things right
And courage will conquer despair

Courage is the light: may yours burn bright

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 14, 2005, 2:58 am


Song of a Survivor

Once I was in love with a narcissist
I suppose that is what she was because
When we were together I was alone
Something was wrong I know because she was
The coldest person I have ever known

So I have learned the hard way to resist
The lure of those who rule from their own throne
In their own tiny universe to find
Since I am free for self-discovery
Who I am now and to know my own mind

Since March I have grown toward recovery
Since being left for dead and left behind
Which was a blessing in disguise to be
The sole salvation of my sanity
What nearly killed me made me stronger yet

Having gathered up the pieces I see
What a toxic effect she had on me
She made me feel as though I were not whole
Unless I surrendered my dignity
As though I were not and could not be free

It seems to have been all about control
I guard my heart now and never forget
She broke my heart but no one breaks my soul
My soul was always mine and not for her
Nor any false lovers who never were

As scripture says "hold fast that which thou hast
Hold fast that no one take thy crown from thee"
My soul belongs to no one else but me
Though I might love again someday somehow
Today it just feels good to still be here

I have learned a hard lesson and come through
A time of inadequacy and fear
A very dark time and I hope that you
Will join me simply to enjoy the now
Now is the best time of all to just be

With all that behind me gone in the past
And nothing left for me to do but live
Here in the moment and alone at last
I gave my all but I have more to give:
These empty arms and this heart full of poetry

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 13, 2005, 12:42 am


Soul of the World

In my heart this morning without warning
The sun dawns on me an epiphany
In clear voices birds speak far beyond words

I realize how good it is to be
Chosen to become a part of it all
How fortunate I am to be alive

The blindfold falls away so that I see
The magnificence of riding this ball
That since I am here I might as well thrive

That I can make a difference if small
And that I need not struggle need not strive
But simply celebrate humanity

How privileged I am to be a part
Of this majestic human family
One life the earth one body with one heart

Which beats within us all one mighty soul
Breathing through the world unconquered and free
Binding together the broken as whole

In clear voices birds speak far beyond words
The sun dawns on me an epiphany
In my heart this morning without warning

My only flag shall be your love unfurled
Soaring all-embracing soul of the world

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 12, 2005, 8:50 am


Song of the Night

The time when everything feels right
When life runs deep and still
My favorite time of day is night
It has been is and will
Always be the best time for me

When stars flash in the sky
The night is right for poetry
As the moon winks her eye

The night sky is the canopy
Under which love and I
Transcend the struggle of the day
Where we never hurry
As we snuggle the night away

And we never worry
For night comes again to us soon
After resting awhile
Along with the stars and the moon
And a bittersweet smile

The denizens of day seem rash
Reflected in night's eyes
Let fools be fools slash burn and crash:

I will wait for moonrise

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 11, 2005, 4:35 am


Wager with Destiny

for my fellow poets

A beautiful day for a big ball game
And I have a wager with destiny
A hundred pushups and situps the same
Gladiatorial preparation
As any other day so I can be
Fit for the battle with mortality
Which I enter without hesitation

A battle which though we lose in the end
Fighting it makes us better by and by
And those who go on to win the war tend
To live all our days till the day we die
Losing the battle and winning the war
I need not wonder what I am here for
And if I blunder just blunder some more

When it is over I know I will be
There where I want to be right next to you
We will come through all this you wait and see
Hang on and never look back and just do
Your best and pass the test of what is true
These beautiful days for these big ball games
For we have a wager with destiny:

That the day we die they will know our names

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 10, 2005, 1:42 pm


The Grin Beneath My Skin

I have looked at myself in this selfsame mirror
All of my days now and I see ever clearer
A skull as it begins to grin beneath my skin

At least it is smiling while I am here whiling
Away the days and ways of this my mortal span

I would rather be peering through this portal than
Finding myself on that other side as I will
Someday then I suspect when this face will be still

The shade of skin will fade away till just the grin
Remains a Cheshire cat surprise beyond the pains
And ups and downs of poets and clowns like I was

My face frowns but the skull grins and that gives me pause

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 10, 2005, 2:50 am


Kindness

Does anything matter objectively
And is there something absolutely true?
Does what matters to you matter to me
And what matters to me matter to you?

Is our objectivity subjective
Or our subjectivity objective
And that which we see as reality
Is it predetermined or elective?

Why do we compete with such cruelty
As though life were lived completely alone?

The cosmos in the chaos is kindness
The constant within the inconstancy
The only light to reach through our blindness
The spark in the dark by which we might see

This is an absolute which has been shown
Objectively true for both me and you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 9, 2005, 11:21 pm


The Possible Impossibility

Accustomed to improbability
I do not easily shock nor surprise
The possible impossibility
Of things becomes attractive to these eyes
Acclimated to such absurdity
As they have so long seen along the way
Failure is often success in disguise
And bleakest night the most creative day
In my life looking back I realize

Therefore I say to come-what-may come on
Chance and change are always interesting
I might be at home or I might be gone
But fate delivers faithfully to bring
Its transcendental telegrams as they
Are issued without fail always on time
As process server more than postman now
Never shocking nor surprising somehow
Ridiculous as often as sublime

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 9, 2005, 9:24 pm


Sweet October Saturday

As I rest from my labors
I notice that my neighbors
Are some of the quietest people I know

On this silent Saturday
I write poetry and say
That the way I choose to live my life is slow

Just like this
With the kiss
Of these October breezes

I am free
And will be
Of stress-induced diseases

Others can keep their fast lane and the strife
Of chasing what cannot be caught
Mine is a useful if a quiet life
Which can neither be sold nor bought

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 8, 2005, 8:38 pm


"Me First" and "After You"

The question of sin has vexed humankind
For every day of our thousands of years
So much that some have now left it behind
Yet sin remains real still causes real tears
What is sin? It is nothing more nor less
Than pride and ordinary selfishness
As briefest expressed best and worst: "Me First"

We wonder why some people need to be
Better than we are although they are not

But then we remember that vanity
Which is the pride and selfishness of sin
And having remembered what they forgot
We can understand their hearts and begin
To purify our own left here alone
With all of the rest of humanity
Who say "After You" in community

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 8, 2005, 4:57 pm


Human Community

I have considered human community
The self and others as sisters and brothers
This relationship for half a century

I have wondered approached avoided blundered
Seeing through the issue of being with you
Or being by myself as time has thundered
Past and at last now I see that it is true:

We need each other we need not be alone

When we forsake others ourselves we forsake
But are prevented by fear of the unknown
From this leap of faith we are challenged to take
To dare to be together as humankind:

If we reach to grow we can bend and not break

There is only one race of which all are part
The great human tribe is invincible whole
In human community the human heart
Beating as one expresses the human soul:

It is our fate to be together and great

To deny this is to live deaf dumb and blind
I have considered human community
And concluded: I need you and you need me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 8, 2005, 3:13 am


Watching the Ball Game Together

This lonely Friday night is revealing
A curious sense of community
Confronted through the television news
By the existential absurdity
Of our situation with a feeling
At the same time impotent and intense
Feeling this helpless sends the mind reeling
Creates a sense of shared futility

Whatever opinions divergent views
One might have had once lost to the suspense
Of it all in the fall humanity
Emerges from the surges left and right
Stunned conjoined by the stark enormity
Of fear and the question what about me
And you and what to do? Conformity
Of confusion in profusion tonight

Awed to silence by the gravity of
Responsibility we reach for light

And more alone than ever reach for love

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 7, 2005, 3:33 pm


Clickety-Clack Down a Railroad Track

Clickety-clack down a railroad track
Rambling again a long way from home
But going away or coming back
It just seems some of us need to roam
Do we run away or go somewhere
And how do we know when we get there?

It is not the getting there we go
For but the rambling which makes it right
Where we are going we never know
But to be free and to own the night
Just feels good like being understood
Where the only ties are made of wood

Living feels more real on rails of steel
Rambling again a long way from home
But going away or coming back
It just seems some of us need to roam
We will never know till we get there
Clickety-clack down a railroad track

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 7, 2005, 1:26 am


I Live Slowly

I live quite close to where the Angels play
And also very close to Disneyland
A home run might break my window someday
Or some sparkling stars from the fireworks land
On my lawn like fairies and then be gone

I live near Chapman University
And hope their fresh ideas will hasten dawn
I live in the Antique Capital of
California in a haunted house
But the ghosts are kind and only bring love

I have a cat who would not hurt a mouse
He and I share life simply and meekly
In the Plaza Square by the fountain there
I have written six books of poetry
And I like to read the OC Weekly

Come visit and go to Starbucks with me
And I will show you an alternative
To the America some of you know
Which goes so fast and thinks that I am slow
I live slowly in a nice place to live

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 7, 2005, 12:07 am


Lunation

Intensely fragile inscrutably agile

The moon is always mesmerizing
Transfixing with an unblinking eye
Waning waxing falling and rising
Shapeshifting light of the midnight sky
Never more so nor more surprising

Than at its most rare when it is barely there

When all things are new seen at first blush
Miracle of first discovery
Heart beating faster face feeling flush
The threshold beyond recovery
A new moon is like a newborn crush

And the heartbeat of the universe
Resonating regulating mine
Beats forever for better or worse
Rhythm of the mystery divine

When the moon shows its face I see it is my own
Earthly life is lived as a lunation unknown

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 5, 2005, 9:10 am


Apples in Autumn

The heater in my forty year-old Chrysler is
A massive boiler which sounds like a tea-kettle
Whistling on the stove in this crisp autumn weather

It was re-created by a sculptor in his
Studio where he is a master of metal
In Arizona there he put it together
Of solid copper to boil for eternity
It whistles just like the old one I remember
With the comforting sound of authenticity

Tonight although it is not even November
I was grateful to have it and fired it up for
A late run for apples to the grocery store

Now I will have to get the house furnace repaired
For the moment I rely on a heating pad
Underneath me and on top of me a warm cat
The repairmen who come to the house have been scared
To go down my haunted cellar (imagine that)
But I have a back-up plan if things get too bad:

I can always go out in my car to the store
I have plenty of apples but I could have more

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 4, 2005, 11:25 am


Guess

I write the words which come into my head
And never think about what I will say
But follow with an open mind instead
As I watch my pencil find its own way

For me it is more interesting to
Just settle back and see what it will do
And because I am my words come out strange
But every word however strange is true

I read it and think maybe I should change
What has been written but I know by now
That only seems to make it worse somehow
What has been written I cannot erase

So I leave it and believe it to be
What I was meant to say in any case
Since it came from deep down inside of me
So many masks yet only this one face

This crisp autumn night this dark of the moon
Strange poetry is growing here tonight
I guess it is true I am missing you
With only these cold distant stars for light

I know you left me back in yesterday
But my heart will be touching your heart soon
You may not need me but you still read me
I guess that is what I was meant to say

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 4, 2005, 7:41 am


The Witching Hour

Midnight again and time to make the coffee strong
So much so that it is de facto espresso
The night like the coffee is dark and deep but long
It will still be here after the coffee is gone

And what it all might mean I might not ever know
At least until it is over at which time I
The sadder but wiser boy enlightened at last
Will be out of time looking back then as I die

So I will make the best of it until that dawn
Until then I live in the future of my past
I tried to sleep all day but now it is time to
Make myself useful and write a poem for you

The snotty and snarky critics have gone away
It turns out they were just jealous and unhappy
I wish I were like my mother and I could pray
For them in their unhappiness but I am not

I can see my father in the mirror today
He would simply kill them all and make it snappy
But they are making nice now I almost forgot
What does it mean when your father is a killer?

My father is a poet and I am his son
I could show those sons of b*tches a real thriller
But it is midnight now and a new day begun
My time the witching hour: good morning everyone

+Steven Curtis Lance



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