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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 23, 2005, 1:23 pm

Dark in the Park

Lynx-like tufts of hair festooned his ears
His cheeks were covered with carpet tacks
He unselfconsciously wore his years
As green turtles wear shells on their backs

His teeth were brown and silver and gold
It seemed some spiders had spun his hair
And he never came in from the cold
But he brought it with him everywhere

And who he was I will never know
But then nobody else will either
He repelled but fascinated so
Was here nor there yet both and neither

When he looked in my eyes I could see
That he was blind but had left behind
Back there somewhere all complacency
He was completely out of his mind

How I have tried and failed to forget
His face as he emerged from the dark
That night so long ago in the park
Maybe someday I can but not yet

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 22, 2005, 2:02 am

On Time

for Franziska

I questioned the clock but
It struck me as it stuck
To its tick-tock story
That it never knew what
It was ticking about

So why should I worry
About what something thought
Which never stops to think
Tick-tocking to the brink?

I went away without
The certainty of time
I know what it will say
Tomorrow as today
A pleasant mocking chime

It cannot stop to ask
But answers on the hour
Relentless in its task
Mechanical with power

Ordering the lives of
Those who are not in love

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 21, 2005, 1:33 am

Out There Where the Sun is Shining

There is hope for me and I can feel it
Tears to diamonds refining
Destiny unfolding to reveal it
Out there where the sun is shining
I can make a deal with fate and seal it
With a kiss forever just like this

I can see my life is changing
Healing growing rearranging
Things are looking up for me and so
Wish me luck my friends now as I go
Tears to diamonds refining
Where it shines out there for me I know:

Out there where the sun is shining

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 20, 2005, 7:47 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1411:
April Come December

Forgiving is easy forgetting is not
Some people tell me and they say it is true
Your life has shattered now and a jagged shard
Is all you have left now so what have you got?

From one shard to another both things are hard
Nor do I have a clever answer for you
I cannot explain but I can share your pain
Because it is my own: you are not alone

Forgiving and forgetting cannot be done
Without the grace of God the forgiving one
But we remember April come December
And when these my words you see remember me

April come December souvenirs of spring
In the dark days we remember everything

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 20, 2005, 12:34 am

Sorrow's End

You ask me to forgive you
I cannot
I am doomed to relive you

You forgot
Me but it is so hard to
Forget so easy to regret

I cannot forgive you: not yet

Only grace can erase your face
Only by faith can I be free
Of your madness and cruelty

May God forgive and grant the grace
I need to leave where nightmares feed
Upon my heart upon my art

I will forgive you when I can

When grace will mend at sorrow's end
The miseries of mortal man

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 19, 2005, 3:53 am

The Little Book of Lance

As the Little Book of Lance comes out
No braggadocio for me
The self-promotional spout and shout
That do-si-do of vanity
Strikes me as base buffoonery

But celebrating inwardly
Quietly then this book will become
In transcendental victory
My handbook and my vade mecum

When I go out I can show it to
Friends when I meet them and maybe you
In the way my mother taught me
Modestly and with dignity

And may the arrogant relent
If I have seemed so I repent
Pride has chased but has not caught me
For first and last I am but dust

Though I could never tell you why
I write my life down since I must
I live I write and then I die
To give The Little Book of Lance a chance

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 18, 2005, 10:43 am


It is the intention
Of God for me to live
Divine intervention
Comes quietly to give
Me reason in season
To continue my quest
My duty to beauty
The brightest and the best

When my way is shrouded
In shadows of the night
When my day is clouded
I walk by faith not sight

And in the end I will not fail
And I will get up when I fall
For watching just behind the veil
Is one who waits and knows it all

Since he has walked this way before
And there is none who loves me more

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 18, 2005, 5:11 am

Never Never Go Back There

Last night with sad eyes lighted by moonbeams
Which seemed not for me I lay discouraged
Here as my empathic cat lay on me
Face to face and nose to nose hoping he
Could purr me into better brighter dreams

Now my eyes embrace the sun encouraged
As I blink into light I hardly know
Having languished in the shadow of death
These years: I will dry these tears even though
I have no certainty of heartbeat breath
Nor of tomorrow ever coming yet
I remember life but will not forget
What it was like to live among the dead

Life my libation hope my morning prayer
I will embrace love as my daily bread
And I will never never go back where
The dead things hold sway to bury the day
No I will never never go back there

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 17, 2005, 10:59 am


I lie here utterly lost in decay
Feeling as though I were already dead
As one by one my friends all turn away
Leaving me to fate in this narrow bed
This haunted house the only home I know
I cannot leave them laughing when I go

Not this time as it all comes crashing down
Around me just as Uncle Jack once said
My only consolation is that he
Forever will be far away from me
Because if there exists a place of grace
And I get there I will not see his face
His mocking smile and his bully-boy style
Would have no meaning and be out of place

But what do I know and where can I go?
My life was lived as though in outer space
A silent vacuum where no one could hear
Me and where no one wanted to be near
Me: it is enough it is too much now
Forget what you see forget about me

I just want to sleep... to forget somehow...

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 17, 2005, 5:22 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1410:
Before September

I have learned the hard way
There is no tomorrow
Sufficient to this day
Its own joy and sorrow

And if tomorrow comes
And if the sun should rise
Blow trumpets and bang drums
To celebrate surprise

But do not depend on
It: today is not gone
Yet: this might be our last
Moment before September

Today might be the past
Which no one will remember

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 16, 2005, 10:49 pm

A Thank-You Note for Someone Who Cared

I was sick unto death with despair
And I looked for someone who might care
Looked everywhere but no one was there
Except for my son and also one
Who has many better things to do
But chose to care for me: that was you

Alone in a lonely universe
Some disappointed and made it worse
One dumped his hostility on me
But my son was here and you were there
For me for grace can be anywhere
And I was dismayed to be betrayed
But not by you: your friendship is true

I have a new book coming out soon
My son did the cover art the moon
Water and fire the earth and the sky
And you read over each one of my
Poems with a sharp eye every day
I thank my son and K. A. M. J.
In the front of that book: take a look
And you will see what you mean to me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 16, 2005, 9:59 am


All the middle-aged fancy folks have calmed down now
(Including me) A teapot-tempest come and gone
It is only you who get me through this somehow
Swimming through a night of sludge knowing that the dawn
Will bring another day of you another way
A better brighter fresher way for life to be

And you and only you give me the light to see
Through the misunderstanding and the la-de-da
The basic barnyard bullsh*t and the blah-blah-blah
Of people who are weak nor think before they speak
(Including me) Adults are idiots you see
But really there are no such things: we all are kids

Our superegos are disused we use our ids
And heaven knows wherever we go the ego
Must always be front and center especially
Whenever it comes to poets and poetry
The greater the ego the lesser the talent too
That is why it is so refreshing to be with you

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 16, 2005, 12:39 am

Kiss of Death

I got out with my soul
Still under my control
Or at least not under
Hers which is a wonder
Considering how she
Controlled the rest of me

Succubus! I made it
Out alive and paid it
All back in blood and tears
The worst and best of me
Those high and haunted years
And I still have my soul

As for the rest of me
Such as my heart my mind
My health I had no choice
But leave all that behind
And the sound of her voice
Will haunt me all my days

Always always always

Oh shattered yellow rose
Does he write you poetry?
In Swedish I suppose
Do you ever think of me?

That which is dead can never die
No hope of ever turning back
Oh yellow rose now turned to black
Take this my kiss of death goodbye

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 15, 2005, 8:58 am


I slept all day and made coffee at midnight
I see some of you think that you are lovers
Never mind love it is life for which I fight
So go get 'em boys but a shadow hovers
Just over your shoulder as you grow older

I know how it is for that same shadow haunts
Me too just like you: but ...I know what it wants

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 15, 2005, 7:53 am

Uncle Jack Called Me an Invalid

The thing which makes of me an invalid
My individual residual
Of what was done to me* and what I did
Disables yet enables me to be
Of a peculiar perspective to see
The most unusual as usual

By which the invalid is made valid
Each breath and heartbeat and tick of the clock
An unexpected miracle of grace

Blessed are those who can forget like God
Whose healing forgiveness serves to unlock
All of the doors which are slammed in my face
A validated invalid if odd
I continue my daily pilgrimage
Validated in an invalid age

*(done to me by Uncle Jack)

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Aug 14, 2005, 8:14 pm


How long does it take to live
Down a past for which I grieve?
Would it be better to give
Back my gift of life and leave
This fight? Would God then forgive
My desertion we believe
To be murder even though
It is my own life I take
Having made the choice to go?
Is this a choice I can make?

How much is enough at last?
Everyone speaks of the now
But the future frightens and
I cannot escape the past
My now is a no-man's-land
State of suspension somehow
Between being bound and free
I am ready to die but
Frozen by my fear of what
Has been is and is to be

Since only one knows my fate
I will trust in God ...and wait

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 14, 2005, 1:36 am

The Moment of Pure Being

The eternal conundrum finds
Existential resolution
When loving hearts to troubled minds
Speak peace be still you are not ill
It is just that you must let go
Embrace the light be still and know

Who fights with fate can never win
Acceptance of mortality
Is offered as the master key
And those who take it then begin
To live each day as though the last
Transcend the future and the past

Now is the only solution

For only in the now is found
The secrets of the universe
Where one has been where one is bound
And rich poor up down better worse
Mean nothing to the moment of
Pure being which is life is love

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 13, 2005, 6:07 pm


Now I let it all go
I am ready to die
But if you must ask why
Then you will never know
You would not understand

I am not complaining
Nor am I explaining
Simply waiting to go
To new life to new land

As a dry leaf in fall
Learns to fly even so
In its time that is all
And the way it will be
For this leaf which is me

No debate only fate
When the autumn winds blow
And my gaze is steady
Because I am ready

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 12, 2005, 9:33 pm

Summer into Fall

The sunflower light of summer enshrouds
Itself behind a neutral grey curtain
A change of scene takes place behind these clouds
Crowds below are skittish and uncertain

We see the calendar predict a fall
Does it speak of fall as in autumn or
That unspeakable we dread and wait for?
Humankind is not good at change at all

Underneath our shrouded sky this morning
Chicken Littles here and there cluck warning
Making the now wary very nervous
Frightening those with kids in the service

Is the sky falling or is it calling
The attention of our eyes to that light
Which shines behind the curtain out of reach
Yet never out of mind though out of sight?

The world evolves as it revolves to teach
What goes around comes around again too
Riding this carousel is what we do
Riding through it all summer into fall

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 11, 2005, 10:56 pm

Looking Up

What do you think of and what do you do
When the unthinkable happens to you?

You rise and realize to your surprise
That the world really is a crazy place
That the human race really is a race
Where everyone runs and nobody wins
Your world seems to collapse before your eyes

When this is the way your morning begins
You find yourself shaken find yourself stirred
Not the beginning you would have preferred
To the day anyway but come what may
This is the way it comes and how it goes

In a world where nobody really knows
What to expect and what will happen now
Stop to reflect then keep going somehow
If things are as bad as they would appear
The only way to look is up from here

Our future hopes are born in present laughter
Our best revenge is happy ever after

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 10, 2005, 11:43 am


A dry seed a thousand years old
Dormant a thousand summers' heat
Dead through a thousand winters' cold
Can spring to life and bear new wheat
Awake again once more to feed
A world in need a living seed
Because although it seemed to die
It was waiting its calling then
A lesson for us you and I

In all our trials even when
We seem to dry and die away
We live to bloom another day
Our opportunity can be
Once twice and thrice and yet again
We are not limited to one
Chance only and past present pain
Another cycle is begun
If only we can wait for fate

As old and dry and dead seeds sprout
So can we if we wait it out

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 9, 2005, 8:36 pm


I can no longer bear to go to the cemetery
Although I used to go there every day
I used to walk my Grandma's dog there and it was very
Thoughtful and therapeutic in its way
Then the only one of us there was Grandpa all alone
Apart from the old folks other places

But now they are all there all the family I have known
I see their graves and I see their faces

And I was supposed to be there too but I had to sell
My corner of the family plot when
I was fighting for my life and felt like I was in hell
Already but steadier now than then
I trust in God like they did struggling through my own last days
I cannot bear to see a stranger there and yet always:

They call to me that I should be with them to see December
But whatever happens it is their faces I remember

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 8, 2005, 11:44 pm

Ride Lucky Little Bastard Ride

Good to get paid
Good to get laid
Good to be alive speaking generally

And if one could
Be understood
That would be the best that one could hope to be

The Lucky Little Bastard keeps keeping on
Worries about nothing until it is gone
Ride Lucky Little Bastard ride

Down here there is no place to hide
So you might as well enjoy it
Soon enough they would destroy it

And get you too
Yet never do
Ride Lucky Little Bastard ride

Nobody knows quite on whose side
But now really does that matter
With the fat cats getting fatter?

Leave some for me
Be cool just be
The Lucky Little Bastard son of glory

And they will never catch you: end of story

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 8, 2005, 4:29 am

Falling Forward

If walking is falling forward
Living is dying daily toward
The ending of our beginning
As the spheres of space are spinning
Their solidarity to lend
Us on our journey without end

Falling forward into the light
Dying daily into the bright
Promise of knowing the unknown

Knowing we are never alone
Although lonely we are only
A step and a heartbeat away
From those who would love us today
They are there and they care for you
I know because they care for me

People like me and like you too
Walking and living destiny

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 8, 2005, 2:28 am

Future Embrace

Change is terrifying
Change is clarifying
See tomorrow rearrange the sky

I can see embracing dreams come true

Love is terrifying
Love is clarifying
See the future written you and I

Embracing one another as new

It will not be scary
You need not be wary
Tomorrow comes today if we try

The future and I both embrace you

+Steven Curtis Lance

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