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Selected Poems of 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


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


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


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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Oct 3, 2005, 2:08 pm

I Believe in Poetry

I believe in poetry
Thought distilled and crystallized
As artform and therapy
By which dreams are realized
Spoken to reality

Things which one could never say
By poetry are spoken
Here the hopeless find a way
Out of reach to common speech
To hope where hope is broken

Poetry repairs the breach
Whether written whether read
Hearts connecting each to each
Saying what cannot be said
Reaching what is out of reach

Stylized speech by which we deal
With the world we thus create
With loved hated feared and real
People things and celebrate
Mourn exult cajole debate

Opening closed hearts to feel
Opening blind eyes to see
Opening deaf ears to hear
Opening both you and me
There and here and far and near

I believe in poetry

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 3, 2005, 2:26 am

Why I Write Poetry Every Day

The time I came to write poetry
And to do it obsessively was
When catastrophe happened to me
My world collapsed around me because
Of factors in my life which go back
To my childhood my birth and before
Due to fundamental things I lack
I had kind relatives then no more
And I was left with my Uncle Jack
Who tried to take all I had away
Which caused money problems to this day

He stole my inheritance and sued
To take my home put me on the street
I got a good attorney and beat
Him while writing about his attack
As outlet while he nearly killed me
And now by men like him I am viewed
As a threat but they have not stilled me
Hotheaded conservatives like him
Who always somehow seem drawn to me
Make me liberal and take a dim
View of their vicious chicanery

So in poetry I found a way
To save my sanity day by day

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 2, 2005, 5:24 pm


Unsure of what is safe of which to speak
Bland broadcasts balance blank banality
They seek to push more products than last week
I know they are not aiming them at me

The target audience does not know Greek
From Greco-Roman but they cannot see
The blindness through the blandness anyway
But first this is today on NBC

You lost me at hello if you must know
Good morning America as you say
Tightroping through the time zones red and blue
Yesterday tuned in tomorrow today

The kids are trying crystal meth and so
No fries with that just supersize the lies
Rates of childhood obesity might slow
Looking on the bright side is what we do

Pork to the powerful tweak to the weak
The rich get richer and around we go
The kids are brilliant bittersweet and bleak
They know that nothing on TV is true

If someone asked them they could tell you how
To fix things but nobody wants to hear
You are busy and cannot listen now
You wake up in the morning gnawed by fear

How strange it is to grow up in Bush-years
Sort of like dog-years only more absurd
The second time around is even worse
And there will be a third time I have heard

Push products and push people and push fears
Disperse them like stars through the universe
Push terror and push torture and push tears
Our irony will never be the same

The first time silly second time scary
No one knows anything no one to blame
But it is all just a video game
Brought to you by Curly Moe and Larry

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 2, 2005, 2:42 am

Found and Lost

Surprised by that reflection in my mirror
Which presents me with the future of my past
I see new dreams by old ones drawn the clearer
That I am the selfsame person first and last
After all is said and done the only one
Who can truly understand the man behind
This inversion of reality I see

I know this face so well I could shave it blind
We have traveled fifty times around the sun
Underneath the cover of this book is me
Remaining half unwritten but well begun

There have been exalted pages clarified
By incandescent love and mystic yearning
And those chapters where I struggled terrified
With flame which lent no light but only burning
Such that I wondered if I might already
Have forfeited my soul and turned to turning
Away from right and wrong where light burns steady

Yet here I am still standing after all of
The adventures of my years still seeking light
As at morning now I am facing the night
A lost lonely little boy looking for love

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 1, 2005, 5:01 pm

A Saturday Someone

A Saturday morning walk
Overcomes my lethargy

A Saturday morning talk
With a someone who cares for
A someone to say prayers for
A someone overcomes that which overcomes me

A Saturday someone to
Keep me company you see

A Saturday someone who
Is a someone like me is a someone like you

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 1, 2005, 2:25 pm

Truth is Rising

fiat justitia ruat mundus

Had enough yet? No? How much will it take?
As you bend over backwards fit to break
Explain away the crimes of your leaders
Disrespect God yourselves and your readers
You threaten me and try to silence me

You bullies are cowards as all shall see

A groundswell of anger is coming for
You and your masters and your endless war
Based on the lies against which we now rise
Your lies and your fears by which you enslave
The faithful and make puppets of the brave

Bush Cheney Rove Rice Hastert Frist DeLay
God have mercy on you come Judgement Day
Truth is rising it is coming on through
Truth is marching now and looking for you

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 1, 2005, 6:12 am

Wheel of Fortune

The whole world seems a racket
Which the house will always win
We wear full metal jacket
And are sorry for our sin
But we cannot weep away
That which is by that which was

Yesterday without today
Is a very common cause
Of not seeing tomorrow
If it ever comes indeed
Let hell keep all its sorrow
And heaven provide for need

Should the world get too intense
Its absurdity too great
A common situation
As the hour grows dark and late
Should poor communication
Isolate you lost to fate

Evolve by adaptation
Go mad and appropriate
The insanity defense
For that is what I have done
And it works for me you see
Let the carnival commence

Wheel of fortune spun unspun
Life and death at two to one

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 30, 2005, 2:26 pm

Nonsensical Epiphany

Incremental excremental
Scientific scatology
Eyes wide open and flying blind
Purposefully accidental

It seems to me that this would be
As good a day as any to
Go completely out of my mind
So out I go along with you

Step on a crack till I get back
Hop in the sack in a hopsack
Have a heart and a heart attack
Up is the new down white is black

Should you need nonsense I have some
Nonsensical epiphany
And we can share it over tea
We will celebrate when you come

Giving and taking on the make
Why do you seek my opinion
If you see me as a minion
Of the devil for heaven's sake?

Spend the night with a transvestite
Coincident incidental
Deeply felt where the Bible Belt
Found the fun in fundamental

As demigod and demagogue
Come to blows then come to agree
In superheated dialogue
"This is not about you but me"

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 30, 2005, 6:58 am


They said I was no one nowhere
They forgot about answered prayer

But now it looks like I might be
Able to write my poetry
With skill at will experience
Having made all the difference
For the better by the letter
The help of God some stubbornness
And years of sweat: no more no less

I have to write it anyway
But now it seems that judgment day
Regarding poetry and me
Might go a little better than
Once thought for this mere misfit man

To laugh last really is the best
Thank God and never mind the rest
I seem to have "arrived" somewhere
I think I might have gotten "there"
I guess if you write thousands of
Poems and give them all your love
In the end it might turn out right

A spark before I lose the light
And silent slip into the night

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 29, 2005, 11:21 pm

Make the Most of It

We come we go before we know
And we hardly have a chance to
Turn around as sunflowers grow
Toward the light as we advance to
The coming come-what-may each day
And the tune which we must dance to

We rush yet let us not forget
To see the sights along the way
Hurry yet need not let worry
Prevent us from being lovers
Of love itself of each other
Every sister every brother

(As the angel of death hovers)

Impatient fate will never wait
Yet let us make the most of it
To our mutual benefit
Loving dearly seeing clearly
That though life can feel so very
Real: it is just temporary

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 29, 2005, 12:03 pm

Heavy Freight Train

Heavy freight train coming through
From across the continent
In your song I lie content
All alone tonight with you

Coming through my lonesome town
Full of shattered dreams and pain
Sing your sweet old blues again
With us all as we fall down

Heavy freight train shine your light
For the broken for the blind
Sing with those who weep tonight
Solidarity in kind

Other trains in other lands
Sing their brighter songs by day
My old freight train understands
Always night and far away

Here where lonely poets roam
Lost and always far from home

+Steven Curtis Lance

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