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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 3, 2005, 2:36 pm


Mourning Then Morning Now

I know sometimes my rhymes get dark and dense
Grow grim and grimmer tense and in suspense
I must seem enigmatic at the least
The Antichrist perhaps or just the Beast
I do not wish to lose my audience
For I would be invited to the feast
If only for green apples and brown rice
Perhaps a little Twining's Earl Grey tea
And I on best behavior would be nice
I think we would get on fabulously

Sometimes my rhymes are grim because of him
Some joys which were are not because of her
But it is not my nature to be grim
And I regret those smiles which never were
Because of the shenanigans of some
Who bum me out and would not let spring come
If ever there were a time to transcend
And to embrace the moment face to face
I think that time has come my reading friend
To leave those doomed to drama to God's grace

Mourning then morning now
On with the show somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 3, 2005, 2:56 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1318:
Vocation

I look into another's eyes
A father's eyes a mother's eyes
I look into their eyes and see
That I am them and they are me
We share a common family
Their destiny my destiny

These are my people heart and flesh
And this epiphany makes fresh
My call to serve them all my days
To love and care for them always
In my vocation I can see
What my true purpose is to be

Service to self is slavery
Service to others makes us free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 2, 2005, 3:54 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1317:
Cemetery Rock

Turn counterclockwise since clocks are for fools
Earth spin a backward web-world upside down
If time existed it would need no tools
When black is your day then we rise to play
And rock the night away in headstone-town

Nothing you speak can be heard anyway
And you will never believe what you see
For silence is deafening so they say
And you can see the moonlight shine through me

I levitate and then I meditate
Opaquely on my dark transparency
If you are lost then do not hesitate
To join our dance and death embrace us should we lie
For we the dead in any case can never die

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 2, 2005, 7:33 am


Chorus Mysticus:
New Moon Offering

Dark this night of sable rich and deep
Breathes a quiet breeze upon chill air
Far away they dance and die and weep
Are born and laugh and learn to walk where
Millions walked and fell and turned to soil
Doomed entombed after a life of toil

No one dances no one is born here
No one laughs and no one here walks now
But for one occasion which most fear
When strangers are moved to dance somehow
Silently they dance as turns the wheel
Silently the turning earth they feel

Hooded in the shadows now they face
Each other across the turning ring
Midnight wheels majestic in the grace
Of ancient rite like a living thing
In the new moon in the holy place
Where the dead are brought burnt offering

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 2, 2005, 4:36 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1316:
Here in Between Heaven and Hell

I had a love then I had none
One day she was then she was gone
I loved I lost now what do I
Do as my life passes me by?

Life is my gift and must go on
Yet is not mine to take nor give
It is commanded that I live
Until the course of days is run
Which has been given unto me

To span my mortal destiny
To do the very best I can
By doing good by doing well
To be an honest useful man
Here in between heaven and hell

+Steven Curtis Lance


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Mar 1, 2005, 10:14 pm


"Between us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world." - Blaise Pascal (1623-1662)

A Little Peace and Quiet

I am looking for a quiet place
A quiet place of a quiet grace
The quiet grace of a loving face
Of someone who will actually
Care about insignificant me

Perhaps not very dramatic
Nor terribly acrobatic
Yet interesting some might say
If in an undramatic way

I am looking for a little peace and quiet

And if I can ever find it I will try it
I will try it on with glee
Might you like to come along
To try it on and be with me
Peacefully and quietly strong?

Everyone is looking though some might deny it
And all we want is a little peace and quiet

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 1, 2005, 10:54 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1315:
Gone

As long as I have the sky
Let all the rest of it go
For if the sky is in my
Eye at least I always know
I have a roof over me
And I will never feel jailed

A fantastic view and free
What if the world says I failed?
The truth is I don't care
That was then and this is now
I left it all back there
And I will get by somehow

I packed up some books in this old backpack
I don't give a damn and I won't look back

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 1, 2005, 4:47 am


Invitation to Tea (from Me)

Enough of crazy people who are mean to me
And no more drama please I ask you on my knees
Enough of phony friends and all their perfidy
More than enough of difficult relationships
Today like yesterday will live in infamy
I'm celibate I have a cat I'm Mr. Chips
A little peace and quiet would be very nice
A cup of English tea some apples and brown rice

I am fifty years old now my children are grown
A gentle man who just wants to write poetry
If you want to make trouble please leave me alone
Perhaps I'm a bore and not what you're looking for
I'm not very sexy and that's just fine with me
But if you can be civilized I think you'll see
There is more than competition and position
To be found and I know because I've been around

If you want to compete and pose do it on your own time
If you must live fast and high-flown then please hang up the phone
I'm an old formalist poet just leave me to my rhyme
Having said that feel free to come and visit me for tea

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 28, 2005, 10:27 pm


White Towers in the Sky

White towers in the sky passing me by
In a magisterial procession
Glory on glory as far as I see
Breathtakingly majestic progression

An unimagined verticality
High and solemn unhurried sweeps from west
Across the far horizon toward the east
As if the greatest loftiest and best
Had deigned to show themselves unto the least

Which would be me as I marvel below
At the heavens unfolding above me
As if God speaks to me "be still and know"

I would run and gather those who love me
But I am alone except for my cat
Who rolls on the sidewalk happy to be
Here by my side to keep me company

I pause to pet him and I thank God that
Above me such magnificence today
And cute cats rolling here below at play
Are given me as gifts of harmony
To save my mind as God has saved my soul

I feel at peace and humble and made whole
As part of everything serene and free
My sister! My brother! Look at the sky!
You too may see white towers passing by!

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 28, 2005, 3:59 pm


Blue on Blue

I wish you were here to see the moon with me
Tonight my dream-lover from over the sea
I could never begin to describe aright
This refraction this diffusion of the light
As haloed by gold clouds wreathed by silver mist
The moon becomes a daring aerialist

Riding the clouds and thrilling the crowds all night
Surfing the sky and rising as high as dawn
Till merging with the greater light it is gone

But it has only disappeared from my eyes
To rise in glory there when it is day here
To delight other eyes in faraway skies
And when it is far from me it will be near
Two true blue eyes of love right there above you
To dance for you reminding you I love you

Blue on blue to bind us two
By a third the moon and you
And I: blue on blue on blue

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 28, 2005, 6:55 am


To Make a Pretty Girl Smile Awhile

I would like to sing a little song
To make a pretty girl smile awhile
You may say silly willy-nilly
Not very fancy not very long
A little something for a little girl
A pretty girl who makes my senses swirl

I want to be with her to take a whirl
On that old insane carousel of love
And sing a little song for her above
All the absurdity this crazy life
Can throw at us and all the noise and stuff
Which interferes and keeps her far from me

I know she loves me and that is enough
And I also know that my destiny
Might well be to make this pretty girl my wife
So I will sing like there is no tomorrow
And drown out with my song the noise and sorrow
Of everything ...and she will smile as I sing

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 28, 2005, 3:20 am


They Always Told Her I Was Not Good Enough

I once loved a woman and she was the one
She was the right one for me
But everyone around her always told her
That our love could never be
They tried to blind her eyes so she could not see

But when she opened them I was still there
With a love which they could never understand
Just stupid old me my dream and my prayer
Now we will meet again in a better land

I once loved a woman and wanted her so
They wanted our love to die
They always told her I was not good enough
They tried insult they tried lie
They nearly succeeded but she needed me

Now she is gone and they remain
Nor give a damn about my pain

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 27, 2005, 4:01 pm


Crawling Toward Healing

one poet's psychological crisis and pilgrimage

Is madness inescapable for me
A biological imperative
Written in the book of life in the sky
Encoded in my genes and all that means
A destiny of family history
A sentence of death under which to live
No matter what I do nor how I try?

Made a fool of on the Internet
My words offend seized on by enemies
I thought were friends who relish times like these
Made a fool of everywhere and yet
In sickness what am I supposed to do
Stop writing poetry?
I will not be him I cannot be you
I can only be me
I have to express myself and I will
Forty years failure of medication
I have paid my dues I have paid the bill

I return to God and meditation
With the help of God I will overcome
I will stand again somehow
By the love of God I will overcome
And my healing starts right now
Breakdown breakup breakout
Never count me out

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 26, 2005, 9:55 pm


For I Am Not

I wrote a lot of poetry
No one wanted to see
I never noticed this before:
I had become a bore

I used to send my poems to my "friends"
But nevermore because I think it tends
To make them all get tired of me
I am sure you agree

So now yes sir and now yes ma'am
I will no longer spam
With poetry for which you do not care
Ignore me: just pretend I am not there

For I am not

I just forgot
If momentarily
You do not care for me
As I once thought

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 26, 2005, 6:58 pm


Considering Conceding: Weighing Withdrawal

(Making the same mistake Kierkegaard made?)

As I have discussed and written before
The human being finds himself alone
But if he should hear a knock at his door
Ought he then open it to the unknown?
Is it imaginary? Is it real?
Better if imaginary is how I feel

To the question of clerical celibacy
I answer with Isaiah "here am I: send me"

A difficult relationship is worse
Than being alone in the universe
No regrets no fears nor would one cause tears

I prefer to avoid the heartbreak and trouble
Which comes when we cause our aloneness to double
And I have been celibate for these past twelve years

Could there be hope? Of course! There always is
Yet I fear that hope is not mine ...but his:

Rival! I salute you in your superiority!
Leave me alone then with my God! Lord here am I: send me

Only one haunts me
No one else wants me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 26, 2005, 4:54 pm


Moment of Clarity

Alienation and isolation
My difficult roommates of fifty years
Today took welcome if brief vacation
And took along my phobias and fears
Away they went on holiday to hell
Left me to fend for myself on my own

And in their absence today turned out well
Not alienated only alone
Not isolated merely singular
And as for fears of things which never were
They went with the phobias and the rest

I am beginning to like it this way
And am wondering if perhaps the best
Idea is to extend this holiday
Of all my demons make them stay away
Changing the locks and not going back to
The way things were no matter what they do

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 25, 2005, 6:02 pm


To Be Alone Together or Apart?

Is everyone ultimately alone
As loop and closed circuit joined end to end
And never really understood nor known
To others be they lover child or friend?

Alone with thoughts of God or of the void
Alone yet always seeking company?
To be alone together is the goal
Aloneness doubled but never destroyed

Human beings seem predestined to be
Singly or doubly alone at the soul
The chasm never filled by orgasm
The little death but foretaste of the great

The still point in silence as hours grow late
Calls higher than the mocking of the flesh
That moment of communion in a sea
Of misunderstanding and wounds made fresh

I wonder is there hope for you and me?
Could we undertake to make pilgrimage
Called higher to the still point in an age
Of anger and utter cacophony?

To sleep to dream to wake to doubt
To have a broken or a bricked-up heart
Looking within looking without
To be alone together or apart?

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 25, 2005, 11:11 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1314:
Magister Ludi / Betting It All

Goose and gander
Tit for tat in love and war
Raise no dander
All is fair if this then that
Which is will be as it has been before

Are you in or are you out?
You roll the dice and the game
Is on
Once you join the game all doubt
Is gone

Branded on your heart the name
Burning in the smoking sky
Love cannot afford to die
Today so sit down take your cards and play

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 25, 2005, 2:13 am


A Relative Reality

What people call reality
Seems relative to them to me
I don't reject it out of hand
I just don't see what the fuss is about
It's something I don't understand
In their reality it seems I'm out

But that seems to me to be a good thing
I don't see what it has to do
With here and now with me and you
Unreal reality has a false ring

It's whatever they say
Not even what they do
On any given day
And done to me and you
But that would seem to me to be
A relative reality

Not really real at all! You see?

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 24, 2005, 9:24 pm


Simply Together

People have hurt us
People desert us
When we think we have a friend
When we have come to depend
On those who say they love us
Their protection above us
Beneath us around us disappears
Betrayal has found us lost in tears

Yet there have been one or two
People just like me like you
And nothing can come between
Us and nothing can demean
What we share and how we care
For one another all our days
True friends are for now and for always
Today and forever we will be there

No if when nor whether
But simply together

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 24, 2005, 5:14 pm


On Transcending Anger and Hate

Perhaps one has to reach a certain age
To finally transcend the anger of
Life which so often burns us in our youth
To gain perspective and escape from rage
Evolving through unselfishness to love
In the service of meaning and of truth

Perhaps one needs to live for quite awhile
To be able to accept with a smile
That there is so much which does not make sense
To learn to shrug the shoulders shake the head
Move past defensiveness as a defense
Finding some sense before being found dead

But then again there are angry old men
Some people never seem to get it straight
Consumed by the sin of pride from within
That there is no hope to be found in hate

I have seen it twist pervert and destroy
A man who was once a beautiful boy
His loving heart punctured as by a pin
He was once a mother's pride-and-joy son
Left now a hollow husk by hate undone
I would not be that man please God not me

Blessed is he who hate transcends
With a little help from his friends

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 24, 2005, 10:50 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1313:
So Many People and So Few Years

I would have friends and I would be one
Be a blessing to those around me
Would know one in need when I see one
Have others be glad that they found me
And in general be of service
To my fellow human beings here

So many are anxious and nervous
I would soothe suffering and fight fear
And honestly love fellow creatures
As all are both students and teachers

So much to learn and so much to teach
Many tears to dry and many fears
To calm and comfort many to reach
So many people and so few years

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 24, 2005, 1:37 am


Cats in Clover

The winter sunshine feels so good today
The sky was all motley and dappled shade
It could have easily gone either way
Light and dark fought but decision was made
That the sun would break free and victorious

My cat is basking and thinks it glorious
To feel this half-forgotten warmth again
After days of steady relentless rain
Which indeed is to return as refrain
Soon enough but let us not think of that

But that is how they say it is to be
I would never dream of telling my cat
This afternoon is perfect and I say
Thank you Lord for this for my cat and me

I should tell you that my cat's name is Fred
Very well-fed and a very good friend
He is nine years old fat and rusty-red
When it is raining cold we always end
Up curled-up together as we weather
Out all the strange things strange storms tend to send

But now he has gone out with Smokey Joe
The neighbor-cat who knocked on the window
With his paw as he saw Fred sleeping there
So now they are romping and frisking where
They like to be best as the sun sets in the west
They leap and roll over in rain-softened clover

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 23, 2005, 10:45 pm


Reporting Live from Hollywood:
Oscar-Nomination-Worthy Rain

I prayed "O Lord bring back the fun"
He brought back the sun till Sunday
At least that is the day they say
Another round will be begun
Of Oscar-nomination-worthy rain

A few days in which to dry out
Before we all get hosed again
And wonder if a waterspout
Will come ashore down at Seal Beach
Or rockslide berms on PCH will breach

I would not complain but I should explain
It only happens in February
And none of us here are ever very
Good at handling any sort of weather

But this rain does bring people together
If only in a muddle or a crash
And always in a puddle with a splash
This being Hollywood we are quite good
At making the most of it with a dash
Of style as we muck about for awhile

Whatever the Lord and Oscar may bring
In this "industry" I live love and sing
We make a production of everything

+Steven Curtis Lance ASCAP
(my initials make me sound more "industry")



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Feb 23, 2005, 9:47 am


Bring Back the Sun

They tell me depression is on the rise
In southern California where the sun
Supposedly always shines there are signs
It has been so long since sun met our eyes
That melancholia has now begun
To sneak into the supermarket lines
Psychological sorrow psychic pains
Are zig-zagging across the freeway lanes

Trying to equalize and stabilize
Our mood within this constant rain of late
Has tipped the scales of many to create
Depression of unmanageable size
All night all day no matter what they say
About it the rain will not go away

They worry about it on the telly
But we feel helpless as we realize
As they speak of cut-off lows and storm cells
We are cut-off in our personal hells
Our hillsides are now turning to jelly
So they say depression is on the rise

It is not in our heads but in our skies
Bring back the fun O Lord bring back the sun

+Steven Curtis Lance



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