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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 12, 2005, 12:18 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1416:
Sweet Girl I Promise We Will Be OK

Listening to Dylan dreaming of you
My sons came and visited me today
I believe in some things as just plain true
Like hope and faith and love and being kind
Even when the world seems out of its mind
My ears are wide open to what you say

And more importantly my heart is too

I have some good strong coffee in my hand
My daughter will visit me on Tuesday
All three of my kids and you understand
Every crazy thing I say come what may
We listen to each other we are one
Believing in life liberty and fun

Sweet girl I promise we will be OK

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 11, 2005, 10:38 pm


Let Hope Be Sparked

thoughts on a 9/11 four years later

Maybe they never read Lincoln's speeches
Perhaps they have forgotten Kennedy
I guess they are too young for Roosevelt
But those who rule today seem like leeches
Draining America from you and me

Does anyone remember how it felt
To know the deep goodness of this country
And to be truly proud of our leaders?

When did we settle for bottom-feeders?
We apologize as we realize
Our embarrassment with our president

Do you think about this? Do you doubt this?

Something has changed and not for the better
Killing the spirit shouting the letter
I believe in America: do you?

We can do better we can and we must
Let our sweet American dream come true
E pluribus unum: in God we trust
From many can one future be begun
As God above is love so let love be

Let hope be sparked to kindle you and me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 11, 2005, 3:18 am


Lady Luna

Because I have kissed it
Because it has kissed me
I cannot resist it
And this it is a she

Lady Luna the moon
Is calling me tonight
I feel her kiss and soon
She will love me in light

The best part of my days
Comes at the end my friend
Once again as always
My Lady Luna's love
Will drive me mad again
Will lift me up above
This cruel day of pain

My Lady! Come for me!
Lift me to ecstasy!

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 11, 2005, 12:44 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1415:
Night Flight

My first three books all might as well be thrown in the sea
Written as they were for one who cares nothing for me
It hurts now to read of the love I poured inside them
I was once so proud of them but now sadly hide them

The last time I talked to her she had them in a box
In the attic with the artifacts like broken clocks
It took the best tattoo artists here from miles around
Working hours and hours on my arm to get her name drowned
To make her star fall in terrible beautiful flame
And to leave a black hole where no one can see that name

Some seeing now ask me "Were you shot down?" Yes I was
But no one ever flew higher than I did because
I have a devoted imagination you see
And for a thousand nights I imagined she loved me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 10, 2005, 5:25 pm


Why

From a cold and still and dark and silent place I seek
As though from a premature grave as it were to speak
Those things which are in the end unspeakable yet I
Whether through folly or stubbornness seem doomed to try
Bearing a burden of a peculiar urgency
To share with you the dreams and visions inside of me

I have made some mistakes along the way you might say
Wrote a thousand sonnets for a girl who did not care
Gave my all and uttermost to someone never there
Beautiful dreams burned to ashes by the light of day
Looking back now I see it was all an illusion
Alone among these ruins now with my confusion

I wonder if anything really means anything

In and out my lungs keep breathing my heart keeps beating
Apparently I have not yet run my course of days
And the sentence continues more of this mortal span
They tell me my consciousness might continue always
In that case please remember me as an honest man
Who sincerely did his best and please forget the rest

So ultimately what do I want and hope to be?
To be a good poet so you will be proud of me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 9, 2005, 10:24 pm


I grew up under the shadow of an abuser.
I cannot forget nor will life let me;
he is here and there and everywhere,
wearing different faces different places.

Inspiration in Reverse

You are an inspiration in reverse
As you do the wrong thing at the right time
Make me bloom better as you wizen worse
Grist for a counterintuitive mill
Train-wreck careenings refracted to rhyme

Your freefall continues and so I will
Never lack negative inspiration
A cautionary tale as one might say
An embodiment and evocation
Of how bitterness eats the soul away

With your example of what not to do
Seen in a spotlight as you fall apart
I wince at your pain as you fail again
Here in the audience mind my own heart
And pray God I never end up like you

As with a shudder I pull the rudder
Away from the scene of the accident
I leave you to rant in your stinking stew
You inspired me whatever your intent

You thought if you made a big enough noise
If you could prove yourself a bully too
Then they would let you play with the big boys
But too late: here comes fate to bully you

May God have mercy on what is left of
You and those who will now be bereft of
You who doubtless wish you had not left love
Back there behind out of sight out of mind

You are an inspiration in reverse
Make me bloom better as you wizen worse

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 8, 2005, 6:24 pm


Red Apple

This seems a good day in which not to talk
A day in which to rise above the noise
One in which to think to wonder to walk
To ruminate to celebrate small joys
Of solitude in quiet gratitude
Reflecting clearly free of attitude

An inventory day of taking stock
People argue nature acts: just the facts
While armchair quarterbacks grope and grapple
While irrelevant idiots natter

I am going to eat a red apple

What those talking heads say does not matter
Nor are their minds functional anyway
All I would say on this beautiful day
Is they should struggle less and snuggle more
I wonder if they know what life is for
It is to be enjoyed and not destroyed

Lighten up shut up get on with it go
Our life will be over before we know

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 7, 2005, 2:34 pm


September Song

In the misty-moisty morning shady
Hours before the sun breaks through
My thoughts my dreams are of one sweet lady
Fantasies of loving you

The first leaves turning on the maple tree
Here on my quiet old street
Remind me how much I wish I could be
Wrapped within your hair so sweet

Here or there where you are or wherever
Our hearts could ever soar to
Just to be with you and there forever
To cherish to adore you

The world grows smaller every day
Someday soon we will be together
And you are not so far away
Especially in autumn weather

When the wind whispers soft above you
Listen and hear it sigh "I love you"

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 6, 2005, 4:52 pm


Tomorrow Today Will Be Yesterday

a frisky frolic

Sweet girl where have you been? I have missed you!
Thoughts of you warm me like sunshine each day
It is impossible to resist you
None could nor would I try to anyway
I will not rest until I have kissed you
But I think you might kiss me back daresay

We feel the first breath of autumn weather
And wonder if we are going under
If so let us go in style as they say
We might as well be going together
And since we go the same way come what may
Let going be going on holiday

We only get one chance and ours is now
This life which we enjoy some would destroy
But here we are today one girl one boy
Who might as well have a good time somehow
And live all we can while we can today
Tomorrow today will be yesterday

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 6, 2005, 2:51 am


After One Before Another

Here between the hurricane
And 9 / 11 again
We wait for fate beneath
Our sword of Damocles
Hanging high hanging by
The skin of broken teeth
Confused brought to our knees
Where some pray where all say

An ill wind blows today

Anger shakes its iron rod
Waiting in the dark tonight
We look up and question God
Searching shattered dreams for light
Brother at the throat of brother
All against all back to the wall
So steep the height so deep the fall
After one before another

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 5, 2005, 11:40 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1414:
The Racist "But"

Whenever people say "I am not racist 'but'"
Then they go on to prove they are no matter what
They say since having prefaced their remarks that way
Apparently they think those are the magic words

And then what comes after the "but" is for the birds

If you have a bullshit detector as I do
Listen closely after the "but" and you will hear
The self-alleged non-racist pontificator
Motivated by insecurity and fear
Is made insecure by and is afraid of you
And will get to all of us sooner or later

Just remember it is what comes after the "but"

First they flatter then they natter then people die
Above all else keep your bullshit detector dry

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 5, 2005, 2:40 am


Cock-a-Doodle You

past poultry

To all of those cocksure cockscombed roosters out there:

For my sake go on and take her as if I care
Or as if she would be with me in any case
I find your cock-a-doodling to be out of place
And if she is that shallow as to be with you
Then there is simply nothing anyone could do
(How I wish that I could be gay but I cannot
Abused that way as a child I never forgot)

The crowing is slowing but still I can hear it
I want no part of poultry nor to be near it
If you have money though you can go buy hair plugs
Impress your honey with penile potency drugs
A thorough waxing and a little nip-and-tuck
An eyelid lift some botox and a fancy f**k
Is what you get for your effort and energy

Just keep your cock and your doodle away from me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 3, 2005, 10:13 pm


Freedom of Speech for All and Each

All hail the conservatives
Pickled with preservatives
Of stupid superstitions
Mistaken for traditions

Hate is a tradition too

They dislike the likes of me
And will dislike your likes too
When we frolic friskily
Through their mythic misery

I will not be enslaved by
The narrow and depraved I
Am not here to live in fear

So conservatives: screw you

You will never catch the best
And may you fail as you do
Your worst to enslave the rest

But I am wrong! But you are right!
I hope that gets you through the night
For the truth is something better
More of spirit less of letter

Go have your fun play with your gun
Stay well the hell away from me
Your way is right for everyone
Except for me: we disagree

Now very slowly back away
From me go have a righteous day
Smugly snuggling with ignorance
Go rule the world at my expense

But you will fall someday and I
Will have the last laugh as you die
When late you learn and understand
You were supposed to share this land

With me

Freedom of speech for all and each
Keep your hands off my liberty

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 3, 2005, 1:15 am


Of House Dust and Nattering Nutters

fiat justitia ruat mundus

House dust bales itself into sundry shapes
Making it easier for harvesting
Dust bunnies and kittens up to great apes
Which handily drift by in offering
A small convenience for the householder
Distracted or drunk or getting older

Cleaning becomes evolutionary
Humble house dust rising to the very
Tip-top of the tree of society
Where it is finally captured by me
The nutters natter but does it matter
What they are saying and spraying today?

Just tell them to shut up and go away

Or like house dust bale their bile into shapes
Make themselves handy for their disposal
Scared bunnies cross kittens not-so-great apes
Quick with a quip or crackpot proposal
Heaven forbid we ask them a question

So here is my fist and my suggestion:

The confraternity of the confused
Has blamed and bullied us and has abused
Us long enough now rough times make us tough
Real people overcome real disasters
And after that overcome our masters

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 2, 2005, 1:58 pm


The Lifting

In a world of insanity
Anger the order of the day
Futility and vanity
Where nobody knows what to say

And it would seem to you and me
That it would be better if they
Could channel their hostility
Into something more constructive

Come my friend let us turn away
From the bitter and destructive
Dogma and ideology
Which would create hell here on earth

Today let us be born anew

Rejecting death let us choose birth
And this shall be the rise of me
And this shall be the rise of you
The lifting of us gloriously

Come transcend death to rise above
Our fear to hope our hate to love

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 2, 2005, 3:47 am


Stars in My Eyes

Uncertain as to what to do
While my world seems to spin away
I write these lines for readers who
Might never read them anyway
Finding rhyme to be amusing
Measured time made less confusing
As out of place in time and space
I simply do the best I can
As a thoroughly mixed-up man

Yet

Fundamentalist hobbyists
If that is what they are
As they would seem to be
Archconservative lobbyists
If only from afar
Who take things out on me

Get

On my nerves as one deserves
Who roots for truffles such as I
Snout to earth and heart to sky
The wistful twinkle in my eye
Blinks blind as I am going
Into this cloud of unknowing
Into a crowd which is showing
Curiosity with hostility
But with stars in my eyes I need not see

Let

There still be hope in sorrow here tonight
Somehow someway someday let there be light

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 31, 2005, 9:27 pm


Dancing by Moonlight

It occurs to me
I am fortunate
And no matter what
I might as well be
Enjoying this ride

Here on which I find
Myself alongside
You now as we share
Heart and soul and mind

Whether we know it
Whether we show it
Or not since we bear
Burden and blessing
The challenges of
This life which we love

Triumphs tragedies
We are made of these
We pay by the day
It is all we know

No second-guessing
When down here below
Of what is up there
Just wonder tonight
Dancing by moonlight

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 30, 2005, 7:02 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1413:
Sung in the Stillness

Given the slightest encouragement I find
All of the vinegar washed out from my mind
And I wonder then where the bitterness goes
But only the moon and nobody else knows

The moon is not talking but we are walking
Together

And whether
Or not I ever understand anything

I can be grateful for the present you bring
In that moment when the breath is suspended
Before the next begins the last is ended
The moon always knows what to say anyway

The greatest poem is silence after all
Sung in the stillness between the rise and fall

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 30, 2005, 8:08 am


Moon Walk

I enjoy as I have said
Making coffee at midnight
Waking up stark in the dark
Proving life is not yet dead
Moving to shadow from sight
Straying away from the day
Which misunderstands so much

On nocturnal holiday
I reach out as if to touch
The cool white face of the moon
We speak but we never say
A word yet silence is heard
And no sound is more profound
I will be hearing it soon

Beautiful friend come with me
I will show you: you will see

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 30, 2005, 4:50 am


My Monday Makeover

A team of dental experts toiled all day
To purge the imperfections from my smile
Thence I went direct to my physician

My Monday makeover made more worthwhile
Because it placed me in the position
Of encountering an old friend from school

A lady now to whom I seemed no fool
At all and we felt like when we were small
Too young back then but here we are all grown
And all this time I thought I was alone

It only seemed that way but now to play
Again to pray again to thank God for
Today again just what I need no more
No less in fact today is all I need

Life loves me and I love it back indeed
(My new tattoo is healing nicely too)
Today I live I love and I succeed

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 29, 2005, 12:14 am


Two of a Kind

I have decided to live and give you fits
Life is worth all your crap to give you the shits
Why should a good poet commit suicide
When a target like you beckons far and wide
For some sharp ridicule? I would be a fool
To pass up an opportunity like this
I am puckering up my sarcasm's kiss
If revenge is sweet your ignorance is bliss

Of course there are a lot of other reasons
To shuffle back into this mortal coil
The beautiful the true the changing seasons
But I really love to make your blood boil
I vow you will only feel the burn you earn
In spite of this I know you never learn
But never mind that as the blind lead the blind
Despite our means and ends let us be friends

Do you remember? We are two of a kind!

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 28, 2005, 6:06 pm


Congratulations

If you can grab hold of a wealthy man
Well then hop to it go ahead do it
But get to him while you are young enough
And still have your looks before things get rough
What the hell might as well get all you can

The rich just seem to get richer each day
But they have to pay if they want to play
So swivel those hips now cash in your chips
You can always divorce him tomorrow
But be sure to get the cash in writing
Before things go sour and you start fighting

Live large and in charge in the USA
And get it all before it gets away
Be wary of ex-children and ex-wives
As you start your honeyed new-moneyed lives
Later there will come a time for sorrow
And until then some will think you are scum

What the hell might as well get all you can
If you can grab hold of a wealthy man

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 28, 2005, 3:00 am


Better Not Read This

Most are only in it for the tax-cuts
At least around here in my neighborhood
Some distant others though seem to be nuts

Their apocalypse of evil and good
Can become confusing in this twilight
It gets hard to tell when they speak of hell
So merrily with their eyes burning bright
Do they like their toast to be dark or light?

But should you disagree they shout: "Treason!
Give me my tax-cut get out of my way
Full-serve my Hummer and have a nice day!"

So we must behave since the souls they save
Might well be our own in the known unknown
Just pray today they will leave us alone

They have those prison-camps for a reason

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 28, 2005, 1:51 am


All in the Family

My son the rock star is going to play
Las Vegas where all of the secrets stay

But he likes secrets knowing he has come
From family with more secrets than some
Pezzo novante up there on the screen:
Family business (you know what I mean)
Bobbing and weaving making a living

We have a little problem forgiving

Not always pretty it can get gritty
But it is understood we must look good
Just mind your manners in the neighborhood
Eyes open mouth shut where night spends its days
No one knows anything (maybe crime pays)

I am the white sheep of my family
Fredo... the poet... this misfit you see
But still I remember never forget
And are my children of the blood (you bet)?

So I will write my poetry (just never mess with me)
And if you like it or do not we are polite: agree?

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 27, 2005, 10:52 am


Silent Singing Which Cannot Be Stilled

I cannot fail to find the night is filled
With magic bursting at the seams of sky
With silent singing which cannot be stilled
With beauty so intense it makes me cry

The wonder of it all so great so small
The universe within my hand as I
Bounce on the spacetime fabric like a ball
And though I have no wings embracing fly
At one with all with everything the tide
Of time takes me on one hell of a ride

Do you believe in miracles tonight?
The spacetime fabric is our trampoline
Let go and fall and bounce: it feels so right
Just try it once and find out what I mean

And we will never again want to go
Where they only think but they never know
That they cannot know since they cannot feel
The difference between what they believe
To be real and that which is truly real
I want to spend the night and never leave

Let go and fall and bounce: it feels so right
And your mind too will find the night is filled
With silent singing which cannot be stilled
You will believe in miracles tonight

+Steven Curtis Lance



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