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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 20, 2005, 7:47 pm


Climbing steeply
Focused only
On my goal
Lest I fall

Feeling deeply
Thinking lonely
If at all
In my soul

Some people watch
From down below
But none can catch
Me should this go
Wrong this long
Deadly song

Up at the top
The winds are strong
With a sharp drop

And you ask me
Might you come too
As you task me
To remain true

I will
But still
The way is unknown

We all climb alone

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 20, 2005, 11:52 am


Not yes not no
Nor maybe so
Not an answer
No suggestion
Just a question

And the dancer
Dancing unknown
However small
Is not alone
Part of the All

And together
Now not whether
When nor somehow
As karma turns
One candle burns

And the question
Is the answer
No suggestion
Let the dancer
Fall into All

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 19, 2005, 1:49 pm

Satori Sonnet

Contemplating the Gateless Gate
I enter the riddle of All
Transcending to a weightless state
I neither rise nor do I fall
See hear nor feel but am the Real
Surrounded by the summer sky

Depression has been digression

Now to embrace the butterfly
Now is the time when dreams come true
Now to enjoy and not destroy
For if I hurt myself I sin
Just as I would if I hurt you
Let a refreshing day begin

Open the gate and let life in

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 19, 2005, 8:28 am


I wade into the world warily
As I close one eye and hold my nose
A victim of curiosity
I suppose but this is how it goes:

I get outside and outlast the past
Curiosity makes me go fast
When I know in my case to go slow
Would be to waste the rush of this haste
To experience the universe
As it expands with my consciousness

Richer or poorer better or worse
Joyfully fearfully more or less
Eagerly tearfully I confess
To get outside myself is to see
What I look like in reality
Free of space free of time free to be

Out of context in eternity
I will soar more and more I will soar
As though I have never lived before
All is now new just now me and you
To be and see our way to be free
Intimate in immediacy!

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 18, 2005, 5:43 pm

P. L. of Orange and the Shoebox of Hate

A long time ago in simpler days
Which now seem like May in December
There was this CB radio craze
You may be too young to remember
It was Citizens Band radio
And drivers all talked to each other
Of gossip and roads and when to slow
Down if the cops should be a bother

This started with truckers but then spread
To everybody else and it led
To odd situations now and then
For example I remember when
My mother would be watching TV
And when someone using a CB
Would pass the house it would interfere
With something she was trying to hear

Mom got upset about little things
So she wrote to "The Troubleshooter"
In a very well-written letter
In those days before the computer
Not expecting the trouble it brings
To go against what is popular
In a column in the newspaper
I just wish that she had known better

But my mother weighed in as "P. L.
Of Orange" and she really caught hell

Angry men thought she was a man too
And wrote in detail what they would do
To P. L. of Orange if they knew
Where she was just because she complained
The Troubleshooter writer explained
People were crazy he was lazy
And forwarded their letters to her
She kept them in a shoebox of hate

We never knew who those people were
But she is dead now and it is late

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 18, 2005, 12:19 am

How the Best Get Better

So now you face alone
That schoolyard jealousy
Of the majority
At the first suggestion
Of nonconformity

With their only question
Who will cast the first stone?
The least talented will
Bluster forward to still
The voice of heresy

There is no argument
For stupidity
It is a compliment
Give the herd the word:
Go ahead stone me

Thank them for their scarlet letter
It is grace
By which now you break their fetter
In their face
This is how the best get better

Not the end my friend:
You just won the race

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 16, 2005, 2:38 am

Under the Dog Star

Under the Dog Star how shining you are
As hearts soar on these hot high summer nights
The moon embracing brings us near from far
Rises surprises astounds and surrounds
Us with unnumbered unexpected sights

High summer opens to us like a rose
Full-blown without revealing what it knows

For it is left to us to navigate
This high summer night feeling as it grows
Enchanted by moonlight nourished by fate
Blooming on time never early nor late
And always now though we never know how

Under the Dog Star we howl to the sky
Consuming all that which fate will allow
Ourselves consumed but if this is to die
It is but death of death the hidden door
Of life and none could ever ask for more

As in the darkness we lie down to soar

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 15, 2005, 1:48 pm

A Somewhat Unusual Song

No more would I be shat upon
By crosspatch cranks be spat upon
With something like impunity

That simply will not do for me
Enough shenanigans and more
That is not what I came here for

But having said this I will say
I send my love to all today
Who have goodwill I bear no ill

I really want to be your friend

Should you be so kind as to lend
An open heart an open ear
And curiosity to hear
A somewhat unusual song:

I invite you to sing along

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 15, 2005, 12:25 am

I Am Going to Win Somehow

Is it just me or do you see
A hope not seen for me before?

I do and dare to ask for more
Of life within the earthly span
Of this mere me this mortal man
As my desire makes manifest
Belief that all will turn out best
Will not be recalled as tragic
But as being kissed by magic

This life is going well for me
Despite those who would see me fail
Their impotence will not avail
Against the determination
Of one chosen for creation
Of beauty as duty as love
I take my orders from above

I am completely certain now:
I am going to win somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 13, 2005, 8:17 pm

Before the Tide of Time Bears Me Away

I wish I had more money and more time
So I could give away a thousand books
And I wish I were funny in my rhyme
Each time to bring a thousand faces looks
Of delight to bring light into this gloom
Which hangs like stale smoke in a dark barroom

It would be so nice to brighten things up
To read my poems entertainingly
On the street corner and have a tin cup
So passersby could leave quarters for me
I find I cannot always be funny
Just as the sky is not always sunny

But I know I would if only I could
Prevented as I am as you can see
As black and white give way to shades of grey
For me as for you some bad and some good
Some laughter and some tears in my brief day
Before the tide of time bears me away

Still using such means as I have I strive
To make the most of my being alive
Life is good and I would be understood
As someone who tries to make it better
Embracing the spirit by the letter
Fighting the bad while embracing the good
Every day in shades of grey I would be
The best I can be one man being free

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 13, 2005, 5:32 am

Candle of Our Hope

Enough of all the crass vulgarity
Of those who care for war more than the poor
Unworthy is their harsh hegemony
Of you and me and in the end they bore

They huff and puff and seek to frighten us
Are darkest when they would enlighten us
But they are only sadly misused tools
Enslaved without their knowledge by the fools
Who own and operate the world today

If we think independently we are
Thought blasphemous subversive and bizarre
They wish they could just make us go away
But this is our land too where we were born

So why will they not allow us to warn
That something is wrong in the USA?

I am a cat with claws and I strike back
When cowards lie in wait to then attack
When I am weak as they sneak up on me
I leave to the justice of destiny
Their judgment but we will be free someday

Yet even in this darkness I see light
The candle of our hope flickers somehow
That here among the wrong one thing is right
No yesterday tomorrow only now:

This love which you and I share here tonight


+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 12, 2005, 4:58 am

Your Lock On My Liberty

Just who in the hell
Are you
To presume to tell
Me what to and not
To do?

I think you forgot
Just who
I am and you are
You brought on this war
And I ask "what for?"

As we watch your star
I hear destiny
For both you and me

They say you are great
I say you are not
I leave you to fate
Where hypocrites rot

You speak of free speech
As my freedoms die
But stick like a leech
Because I ask "why?"

Just go away now
Back under your rock
As I fight somehow
To destroy your lock
On my liberty:

Get away from me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 11, 2005, 8:08 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1408:
I Too Am an American

Do you think if you threaten me
Then frightened I will speak no more?
It should not be that easy for
Mongers of fear who will not hear

Though I am small though I am poor
I am not squelched so easily
By you and your gospel of fear
Nor anyone under the sun

You think I am under your gun?
No! I will speak as I see fit
And finish what I have begun
I suggest you get used to it

Save your threats intolerant man:
I too am an American

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 10, 2005, 10:22 pm

I Triumph Today

Between womb and tomb
Does the world eat us
And then excrete us
Within a locked room
Where each is alone
With each to his own
And only the gloom
Such light might provide
As leaks from outside?

Between womb and tomb
That is how it seems
When we lose our dreams
And sorrows subsume
The hope we once knew
When skies which burned blue
Have charred to dull black
When we lose our way
And night steals the day

Now I steal it back
To live free by choice
I have found my voice
And now I will speak
It is not too late
To struggle with fate
No more being weak
By strength I rejoice:
I triumph today

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 9, 2005, 8:50 pm


When conservatives speak of uniting
They mean we should unite their way
Keep still and march in lockstep reciting
Whatever they tell us to pray

If they can't legislate morality
All at once they still never stop
Their march to absolute hegemony

As Supreme Court justices drop

With blinders on they see themselves climbing
And they think they are near the top
In the distance I hear midnight chiming

I can see the barren valley
By the bone-white light of a knowing moon
Leading back to the back-alley
Where all of us will be united soon

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 9, 2005, 2:49 pm

All Roads Lead to Rome

The republic yields to Republicans
A four-year-renewable emperor
As strong as those ancient ones ever were
The winners the sinners and publicans

Watch what you say they don't need a reason
To whisk away those who would annoy them
Down Gitmo way they say they destroy them
Hang on like a flea to your liberty

You'd better pray they don't call it treason
Have a nice day just smile and enjoy them
They can be funny spending your money

That is to say the money you do not
And never will have because they forgot
It belongs to you but what can you do?

"Not in my name" was the name of the game
But not anymore they say this means war
And take down your name as someone to blame

That which we hold dear is worth fighting for
Gitmo or get less all roads lead to Rome
Divided we stand but stand for our home

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 8, 2005, 7:39 pm

No One No More

I feel myself fading slipping away
Perhaps it will not be necessary
After all as I thought after the fall
For me to commit suicide someday
As gradually I slip out of me

The restraint which has kept me here this long
The question of my culpability
My blood on my own hands becomes less strong
As I do and begins to fade with me

On dreadful websites whenever I say
Anything about not wanting to live
The judgmental mockingbirds come chirping
"Just die! Go ahead! You ought to be dead!"

Blindly anonymously usurping
Nature and nurture nor will they forgive
Me their misperception that I am gay
Would that I were had never known her nor
The others I once thought I would die for

Forget me I just need to get away
And die only for me: no one no more

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 7, 2005, 5:53 pm

We Will Get Through This Somehow

Late the hour and great the power
Our world is filled with madness
But let us refuse to let
Our hearts fail now for sadness
Nor let us have one regret
We have done the best we could
And we are not finished yet
We will do the best we can
Grim the struggle understood
But the best is still to be

Stark the power and dark the hour
Solidarity my friends
All for one and to a man
Me for you and you for me
As we grapple toward the good
Mind the means and eye the ends
Reach relentless toward the light
Rising to the challenge now
Roll your sleeves up hold on tight
Side by side through this long night

We will get through this somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 6, 2005, 4:51 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1407:

Midnight seems to me to be the juncture
The intersecting point of death and birth
The spacetime fabric subject to puncture
When heaven might intrude upon the earth

Or even soaring earth to heaven climb
On ardent wings two lovers in embrace
Exceed their limits to attain sublime
Transcendence with their passion as their grace

And in those hours which follow silently
We see the face of God in you and me
The absolute the ultimately real
Expressed beyond the realms of dark and light

We cannot speak it but can only feel
The intersecting juncture of midnight

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 5, 2005, 7:33 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1406:
Almost Midnight on the Fourth of July

Almost midnight on the Fourth of July
And all the fireworks blown up and burnt out
Leave an acrid tang on the shattered air
Men shot from car to car and more will die
Out on the freeways still tonight no doubt
Brawling driving drunk crashing everywhere

I brought in Grandma's forty-eight star flag

And I could taste it as I replaced it
To its safekeeping as troubled thoughts nag
Scary people scurry and I worry
As they rush to board their flights and hurry
Through the smoky night before the red light
Awakens us all to reality

Blind justice is dead as we shall soon see

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 5, 2005, 12:38 am


Some trophy-loves cause atrophy
One nearly was the death of me
And what a fool I came to be
For love

But finding her heart made of stone
I now prefer to be alone
If unknown now I choose the known

All else I choose to remain true
To myself and my own and you
Could do worse than to do this too

Should she read and get wind of this
Then I would feel her stinging kiss
I do not care I am not there
But free

No trophy but no atrophy

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 4, 2005, 7:57 pm


My son called with a question
About chess
I made neither suggestion
Nor a guess

I never got good
Nor quite understood
This game
Nor one other:


By name
With possibilities
And dread

For questions such as these
I said
Call your brother

The one who might have known
Is dead
And better left alone

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 3, 2005, 10:34 pm

Goodbye My Love

If I have offended
Whatever I have done
To make you hate me so
Now that love has ended
A new day has begun
And now we must let go

Forgive and let me live
And may you find someone
Who will be better than
This brokenhearted man
I say the best man won
Whoever he may be
We know he is not me

Live and let live: forgive
Forget and may the best
Be yet to come the rest
Forgotten in the past
We loved each other so
But now we must let go
Forgive: live and let live
And live in peace at last

Embrace the open sky
Goodbye my love goodbye

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 3, 2005, 9:06 am

I Ask No More for Love

I ask no more for love only for peace
That love turned hate would turn again away
From dark obsessive bitterness and cease
To torture me and let there dawn a day
When I at last am free once more of she
Whose love has now been twisted into hate
Which drives her to destroy me utterly

Love is not dead but wears a mask of late
Of leering sneering anger which consumes
One who was once so tender young and fresh
But now lurks as a ghoul among the tombs
Conspiring to consume my living flesh
I only would move on and live and write
Yet stalking in the darkness is her ghost
Which waits within the shadows of the night

My enemy who loves and hates me most
My loved one lost once brightest and once best
May you find peace somehow may you find rest
May you be found in everlasting light
Released from hate's hell and again love-blessed
May grace return and grant us both release
I ask no more for love only for peace

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 2, 2005, 7:09 pm

And We Will Smile Awhile Before We Go

Fleas very much prefer
My cat when he is present
They camp within his fur
And make a life most pleasant

For them anyway

For him I would say
They do not
And they ought
To just go away

But if he is outside
Not on my bed
Then all of them decide
On me instead

Tonight our fleas are acting strange
Sensing an atmospheric change
They flee and leave us vacancy

Is it just me
Or is it cold
To be a flea

Or am I old?

Something is not right
And is broken in the weather
On this summer night

My cat and I curl together
With windows closed tight
Against a strangely spreading chill

Or am I ill?

In any case
The fleas have gone
Withdrawn with grace
Until the dawn

But then my face
Will be able to feel the sun again
When time and space
And life and death will be begun again

Whether or not my cat is on my bed
The sun will rise
To my surprise
And by tomorrow the fleas will be dead

But I will thrive
As I have before
And be alive
To live all the more

I am not old
I am not ill
There is no cold
Nor any chill

Nothing to keep dreams from coming true
We will make a go of it fleas or no
I will make up songs and sing for you
And we will smile awhile before we go

+Steven Curtis Lance

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