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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 27, 2005, 1:31 pm

The Freeway is Not Free

for the lost

Common atrocity
Being without seeing
Middling monstrosity
The freeway is not free

Zigging and zagging
Giving no leeway
To those left lagging
Lost on the freeway

No lolligagging
Forgot and got shot

But may I ask for more?
Starving satiety
But may I ask what for?
Drunken sobriety

If I wonder why
The freeway is not free
You show me the door
Prodding with piety

Just do it do or die
Not a society
For the likes of me
You passed humanity

Your incivility
Has left us all behind
But now you cannot see
Since you are driving blind

Being without seeing
Forgot and got shot

Is this why you call queer
Those who cannot agree
With what your leaders say
Trying to find God here?

Is queer the name which you will give to me
If I say you have gone insane today?
What have you done with the crucified one
Impatient number one? Where is the sun?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 26, 2005, 9:59 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1359:
Still-Life With Cat

When I am depressed I neglect myself
Lying about like a corpse on a shelf
In a morgue somewhere or a dusty tomb
On the couch in blankets in my front room
Wrapped like a mummy cat on my tummy
Encyclopedias litter the floor
As I ignore the Mormons at the door

When the mail comes I might get a letter
I might write something good and feel better
I feel so alone but sometimes the phone
Will ring and bring me happy surprises
Hope never dies it just falls and rises
As I do and yet I think about you
And wonder if love could ever be true

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 26, 2005, 4:06 am

Lotus of Our Living Art

for Franziska my apprentice mage

Voyagers through time and space
Timeless both of us are we
Children of eternity
Of our God and by his grace
Sailing through infinity
Soar by spirit seek by mind
Lifting toward the lasting light
Bearing torches burning bright
In a world preferring blind
Dogma and deduction to
That which we discover true

What we are what we can be
What we do none can undo
Darkened eyes which will not see
Cannot find the secret place
Timeless me and timeless you
Leaving the ridiculous
Have discovered the sublime
Where there blooms meticulous
Meter where rings rhythmic rhyme
There to find our place apart
Lotus of our living art

+Steven Curtis Lance, Magister Magus

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Apr 25, 2005, 7:17 am

Call to Glory

No one can stop him now
In folly they allow
Themselves to wonder how
They can

Soon there can be no doubt
The flame is not put out
There is something about
This man

A simple sturdy shell
To be used ill or well
For heaven or for hell
By plan

Fit for virtue or vice
Drawn by love and born twice
Adopted by birthright
To light

I rise to my full height:

To fight

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 24, 2005, 11:14 pm

Only Those Who Love Are Free

Let me love you wise and well
Sing you an enchanted song
Let me cast a magic spell
Sparkling starlight all night long

Not of heaven nor of hell
Past the right beyond the wrong
Only here and always now
Naked under full moon light

Weave a seamless garment of
Mystic elements of night
Moonbeam gossamer above
Shining silver and bone white

Magic cloak which will allow
Through invisibility
Us to be alone somehow
Wrapped within the warmth of love

Only you and only me
As the stars embrace and greet
You and me with ecstasy
Sprinkled on us as we meet

Nothing ever sweeter than
What the universe shall give
This one woman this one man
Only those who love are free

Die alone together live
Sing the spheres in harmony
In the universal plan
Spin and soar that we might see

Grasp we must while grasp we can
As we grasp the hand of fate
So it was and is to be
Always now and never late:

Only those who love are free

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 24, 2005, 3:50 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1358:
Remember Me?

I have known and loved you long
You have grown straight true and strong
In my heart a secret song
These bitter years

Living as I was a lie
Under she who would us die
She the spider I the fly
A reign of tears

Yet I was not born in vain
And have reached my fill of pain
I reach out to you again
Despite my fears

Do you still remember me?
Is it too late to be free?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 24, 2005, 10:28 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1357:
Where All is One

I neither possess nor am I possessed by wealth
But nevertheless I possess the wealth of health
Wealthy in the way we never appreciate
Until our health goes bankrupt and it is too late
I know and appreciate what I have and so
I mean to make the most of it before I go

Neither drink nor smoke nor do that which is risky
But focus my energy upon a frisky
Chase at a brisk pace of that which is beautiful
Doing the best I can and being dutiful
To God to humankind and to my destiny
And may some lovely lady keep me company

Then when all is said and done my life will end as begun
In the perfection of the mind of God where all is one

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 24, 2005, 4:02 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1356:
Love Lotus

Link by link an endless chain
Life goes on as on again
Blooms in us the lotus of
What we give the name of love

All of virtue all of vice
Being and reality
In the lotus you and me
Consuming the sacrifice

Breath and heartbeat all we feel
Turning as it turns the wheel
Yin and yang the dark and light
Turning as revolves the ring
In the midst of day and night
Life and death and everything

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 22, 2005, 9:04 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1355:

Occasionally something will go right
Delightfully completely by surprise
Sometimes a lonely dark depressing night
Ignited by a spark from friendly eyes
Sees hurt hearts which are not loved anymore
Sprout unexpected wings to rise and soar

Love flourishes by serendipity
Impossibility often gives rise
To ascendent improbability
All the beautiful things which never were
Found in our grasp as we grasp him or her
As I make love to you and you to me

Wait upon fate: it is never too late
For delightful nightblooming destiny

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 21, 2005, 7:08 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1354:
Good Company

the Earl and me

Come the morning and come what may
With one sweet spot of bergamot
Trouble noli me tangere
Catastrophe can touch me not
With one hot teacup of Earl Grey
Judiciously applied to me
I have invincibility

The stiffer stuff down at Starbucks
Even tempered with hazelnut
Goes down like hot tar and then mucks
Rather harshly about with me
They can keep it as I have tea
Always proper no matter what:
Have tea and keep good company

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 21, 2005, 6:52 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1353:

I am fortunate just to be alive
To have all my fingers and all my toes
Since I am here now I might as well thrive
As I follow fate and follow my nose
And enjoy this trip wherever it goes
One thing I have learned is I can survive
Just about anything which comes my way

Today is much better than yesterday
And tomorrow the joy I will derive
From simply waking up in the morning
Should serve to those who hurt me as warning
No one can stop this insatiable drive
Of destiny I feel within me now
No matter what: I will survive somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 21, 2005, 1:41 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1352:

The sun is out shining early today
I opened the first window of the spring
The misty-moisty haze has burned away
I hear my St. John's nine-o'clock bells ring
My cat has been let out to go and play
Ravens croak parrots squawk but sparrows sing

It all comes in this window by my bed
Finally open opening my head
Clearing out all the spiderwebs and dust
And making me feel like living again
Like loving again like daring to trust:
Away with the past! Away with the pain

Sweet life I celebrate I honor you
The time has come to make sweet dreams come true

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 20, 2005, 2:07 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1351:
Waiting for My Rice to Cook

Waiting for my rice to cook
Trying to recover from
Flying blind and being dumb
Hoping that my latest book
Will in spite of everything
All my eccentricity
Prove a worthy offering
Since it is the heart of me
And all that I have left of
What I once mistook for love

In any case I am free
Never mind the backward look
Alone with this cup of tea
Waiting for my rice to cook

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 20, 2005, 3:01 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1350:
Poetry Lived As a Pilgrimage

I want to live life at the leading edge
The tip of the spear and the blade of time
My poetry lived as a pilgrimage
With spirit animating every rhyme
My heartbeat and my breath the meter now

By the grace of God with a few good friends
I want to taste all that time will allow
Nor worry about means nor hurry ends
But be a simple and an honest man

Simply and honestly do what I can
To make things a little better somehow
Because I am here and always stay near
Those truths taught me by those who went before
Who watch from the other side of the door

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 19, 2005, 5:59 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1349:
To Feel What is Real

for Jill Eisnaugle

We have been deceived we have not been believed
They told us lies but failed to realize
That our hearts trust and are not covered by rust
Like their own
We are real
And we feel
What it is like to be betrayed

How much it hurts to be alone

And yet we still are not afraid
Nor shall we ever be for we are free
To feel what is real
To feel what we feel
In all its true color and intensity
Come let us be: come feel what is real with me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 19, 2005, 3:05 am

Sterling Heart

for Chanti from Surrey

What a bad day in a mad life this has been
How utterly exhausted I am now
Slander and libel with folly in between
When just as I thought all hope had ended
Came a flicker to keep hope alive somehow
I found myself befriended and defended

The Union Jack is flying high just now
Here in this distant Californian spring
Once defamed and damaged I am mended
Because an English girl in offering
To God to decency to loyalty
Put her good name to mine defending me

For honor still means something to one heart
And hers of sterling in defense of mine
Makes me want to travel and never to part
From one lighted from within with light divine
Fellow traveler in this poetic art
In your noble breast may sterling ever shine

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 18, 2005, 2:07 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1348:
Outside My Window

It is late now and the only thing
Left for me to do is yield to spring
Nothing I have done before has been
Successful no one knows what I mean
If anyone still listens at all
To me since I went into freefall

Depressed people are not welcome near
Those who have it better whether here
There or for that matter anywhere

Spring is blooming outside my window
I smell the desert when the winds blow
And it reminds me of better times
Spring I yield to you and brighter rhymes
Sweet spring light my days today and always

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 18, 2005, 12:25 am

Sunday Twice Three-Twenty-Seven


Sunday morning three-twenty-seven what do I do now?
I should gather myself and go to Mass later somehow
But it is so late now it is early it is too late

Later than anybody knows that is just how it goes

Nobody knows I have a date which I must keep with fate
It is too late it is later than anybody knows
She asked me not to be bitter against her but why wait?

No time like the present to hate now as she rubs my nose
In how happy she is with the one who bought and paid for
What she sells him now they are happy who could ask for more?

When she has used him up she will throw him away like me

Now he lives in a haze but then he will live in a daze
No difference really except now he thinks he is happy
He should be since for him it is days but for me always


I read these words at three-twenty-seven twelve hours later
As I have slept the clock of emptiness around again
There must be more to life than nightmares memories and pain

What do I do now? I climb up and out of this crater

Out of this nightmare inscape out of this barren dreamscape
Out there the sun is shining and soft distant voices sing
Three-thirty Mass is starting I can hear the bright bells ring

I remember that November when my mother closed her eyes
She would not have me lie here as she had to but would have me rise
Totus tuus sum as I return a broken heart for offering

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 17, 2005, 8:51 am

Bury This Day

What more can I say
And how can I bear
To bury this day
Pretend not to care
You are lost to me
When the cost to me
Is no less than all?

My dream once came true
But then turned nightmare
No matter how small
It must seem to you
I cannot repair
What you tore away
Part of me not there

Nothing left to say
Too much has been said
What once lived is dead:
Bury this day

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 16, 2005, 11:38 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1347:
The One Who Got Away

The greatest gift one I once loved gave me
Though I could not discern it in the dark
Was when she tired of me and set me free

Rejection serving as a start if stark
Of freedom which I never would have found
Had I remained what I know now as bound

Within a spider's web of poisoned lies
Suspended paralyzed with other flies
Who still bound are less fortunate than I

The one who got away rejected fly

She will consume them whenever she wants
And I would be digested now unless
Cast out from that web of her bitterness

A dark place where a living dead one haunts

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 16, 2005, 3:30 am

Apocalyptic Lotus

Here in the lightning here in the thunder
Here in the cosmic and the chaotic
In the familiar and the exotic
At the still point I watch and I wonder

Eroding imploding exploding now
Dashing and crashing and smashing and then
Here where the lotus is blooming somehow
Only an echo in equipoise when
All has gone mad among children of men

The eardrums of the deaf burst as the blind
Gouge out the eyes of those who will not see
Though none may hear nor see yet all feel fear
I turn away and leave it all behind
As they consume each other but not me

Hybrid of an unusual kind
The cut of my hair is monastic
The cut of my features dynastic
Lacking a brain yet having a mind
All my own as alone on the earth
At the still point I sojourn to birth

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 15, 2005, 3:12 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1346:
Karmic Omen

Your lies I learned your voice I knew your face I never saw
Yet in your perfidy you proved to me a karmic law
Materialist you threw my soul away out with the trash
In favor of the one who purchased you and pays with cash

But souls belong to God and unlike you I never sold
The one God gave me and it is still mine to have and hold
When you rejected me God by his grace elected me
As called to higher love I soared to see what I might be
Now you are owned and operated while my soul flies free

You never were as clever as you thought you were you know
I pity you your patron too down in the dark below
The wheel of karma slowly turns but you will feel it soon
There in your spring sky you will see a ring around the moon
You bound within I free without: the omen leaves no doubt

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 15, 2005, 8:03 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1345:
Sibling Birds We Smiths of Words

All of us we smiths of words
Alone with one another
Mouths agape like baby birds
Are hungry with no mother
There is no one to feed us
But us my sister brother
And that is why we need us

Together we victorious
Sibling birds we smiths of words
Rise up from our nest glorious
Returning after we have flown
To share what we have seen
We know that we are not alone
And we know what we mean

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 15, 2005, 1:42 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1344:
Ride the Tide

Things happen when they happen not before
As turns the wheel of fate for you and me
And we must just accept that nothing more
Can be done in this process once begun
But let it run the course of destiny

The only conclusion to confusion
Is to rest in this moment and be still
As turns the wheel of fate around and round
To ride the tide serene through good and ill

That which was lost once will again be found
Morning and evening and sunshine and rain
Everything turns in the universe to
Show us all sides all the pleasure and pain
As turns the wheel it turns for me and you

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 14, 2005, 8:13 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1343:

A warm cup of tea
A warm dream of you
I know will come true
In future to be
There but this will do

Where you are I too
Am with you my heart
Communes with your own
These two hearts alone
Together apart

Under moon or sun
Dark or light above
These two hearts who love
Night and day as one

+Steven Curtis Lance

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