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Selected Poems of 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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Aug 27, 2005, 3:19 am


Feline Celibacy:
Some Idiot Will Say This is Not a Sonnet

Have you ever been tempted to say
When pursued to avoid being rude
That you are gay
Though you are not
To get away
No matter what?

There is this one: when I think of her
Though I enjoy the opposite sex
I wish I were
And wish I could
Escape her hex
Be understood
As celibate with a big fat cat
Be left alone and leave it at that

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 27, 2005, 12:13 am


Never Write Honestly? (Apparently!)

(Your attention please: The following poem is a JOKE;
please do not attack nor analyze me! Thank you! +Stevie)

So many have said so much about me
I cannot write anything anymore
Without imagining how it will be
To be lectured until I start to snore

The super-duper patriots moved on
Giving up on me no doubt as hopeless
I rejoice at this relief I confess
But here where it is darkest before dawn
As I wait for my last book to be born
I shudder to anticipate the morn
And the scrutiny of shrinkadoodles
Should I post a poem on OthersPen

Only my three kids and Freddie Noodles
Understand me I guess and get it when
I write from my heart (which I was taught was good)
And practice my art (now so misunderstood)

Dear analysts: calm down! As I leave town
For a little rest I wish you the best
(And before anybody else has a cow
I must struggle to write something silly now)

I will try to keep my feelings to myself
And shut them up in books for a dusty shelf

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 25, 2005, 8:19 pm


Soon

I remember hearing my mother say
Of herself "it is all over for me"
I knew it was true as she spoke that day
When my mother became a memory

I used to feed her ice cream with a spoon
She said "now we are both of us crazy"
I can see her broken smile in the moon
And hear her cry when midnight is hazy

I will go and be with my mother soon
I was so disappointed in this life
No future now no hope no love no wife
Fifty at last and alone with my past

Just one more book and then that will be all
Each moment brings me closer to release
The wind will teach this leaf to fly this fall
This beaten beating heart becalmed to peace

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 25, 2005, 2:52 am


The Moon is Made of Dreams

for lovers

Though the footprints of mere man are marked into it
Though thoroughly studied and scrutinized these years
The moon holds magic and nothing can undo it
Not dust and rock but lovers' laughter lovers' tears
Above all else it seems the moon is made of dreams

The stars are frozen tears the moon will melt my heart
Tonight all nights our years reflected in our art
If I should die before I wake my soul shall take
The memory of the moon to eternity
Forevermore the shadows of the moon and me

Above all else it seems the moon is made of dreams

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 24, 2005, 11:26 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1412:
Two Cowards

He called me a "sociopath"
Since he could not spell polymath
Not that he ever heard of it
Being a blowhard full of sh*t
His protege tried "predator"
No one had called me that before
But this rooster and his booster

Two monkeys swung down from the trees
To spread their sociopathies
Small predators large cowards these
Two losers who would be writers
Gossiping bantam cockfighters
As fate honors me to my face
Two cowards sow their own disgrace

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 24, 2005, 5:47 am


The Relativity of Reality

What I thought was the moon was a bare bulb reflected
In wavy old glass in the window of the bathroom
Whereas the actual moon was neatly bisected
Flat on one side when I ventured outside of the womb
Which is this place and saw it floating there in the sky

Finding this comforting I was glad it happened I
Made that mistake or I might never have gone outside
This is the sort of thing which takes place when worlds collide
Light bulbs with flat-sided moons apples with red balloons

Then I ask: Is it analogy or is it me?
Then I know: It is whatever I want it to be

I love the relativity of reality!

+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


Walk

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


Forget

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


Refreshing

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


Succubus

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

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