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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 6, 2005, 6:03 pm


An English Girl for Me

a silly song for Chanti

I sing of an English girl whom I know
Who doesn't consider me common nor low
Who never says I'm "geschmacklos" and so
To hell with those cruel continentals
Who never understood the fundamentals
Of decency especially to me
An English girl for me and wouldn't you agree
That the ability to laugh is half the battle?
Nor have her people ever treated mine like cattle

But all that's in the past I suppose they would say
Except they keep treating me like that today
I've got your "geschmacklos" I've got it right here
Take along some raspberries and a Bronx cheer
I may be a mongrel but mongrels can bite
And I might be mixed-up but part of me's right
My father's English after all and I'd a damn sight
Rather not bother with people who look down on me
Are cross and bossy whether here or across the sea

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 6, 2005, 12:27 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1321:
All a Lie

It was all a lie just a vulgar trick
A cheap disappointing Internet scam
A third-rate opera which makes me sick
It shows the world knows how lonely I am

And this farce went on for a thousand days
Only now am I beginning to see
Stumbling in a daze from the purple haze
Of a crazy maze what she did to me

Now my empty arms hold only the whys
Of how she could pretend and seem to be
What she was not to my naive surprise

Of course there was a man who helped her to
Make a fool of me and possibly you
I hope I can forget her and be free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 5, 2005, 5:32 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1320:
Awakening

He is old his chest is bony
He is cold his heart is stony
He ate the bitter fruit of love
He swallowed all the pain
This dead man I am speaking of
Today will rise again

The light returns to burned-out eyes
The flesh returns to bone
The heartbeat and the breath arise
The soft smooth flesh from stone

The senses are restored and take
It all in as a smile
Returns to grace a newborn face
Missed for a little while

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 5, 2005, 1:47 am


Totus Tuus Domine

Prodigal lost far away
Would I could come home again
Lovelorn wandered far astray
I would lose this searching soul
At the breast of God today
Incomplete to be found whole
Take this ache and break this pain
Totus tuus Domine

Sold by self to slavery
Hope has flickered strength has gone
Here where darkness covers me
Light of light break through with dawn
Liberator make me free
Let me find my purpose there
At your breast as once young John
Found to share it everywhere

Hope and strength bring me to be
Overshadowed by the love
Of your rising Son to see
Bridged beneath beyond above
Past the life and death of man
Arching to eternity
Spun the spectrum in a span
Raise the rainbow over me

Lift me over hoist me high
Life in death and love through pain
To walk fearless on the sky
As once Peter on the sea
Once-cocooned to rise again
Give me wings and breathe on me
I would be a butterfly
In nomine Domini

Love thought lost and gone away
Rediscovered in the light
Of a thousand suns today
Overwhelm this jealous night
Take me father come what may
Spirit breathe me to the bright
Promise of your rising day
Totus tuus Domine

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 4, 2005, 11:09 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1319:
Breakup Blues

You know it at last deep down in your guts
Years of your life gone completely to waste
The person you love is utterly nuts
Married at leisure repenting in haste
You got bad news you got the breakup blues

It all becomes clear now what you must do
And you must get rid of that damned tattoo

Run do not walk depression makes lazy
Get the hell far and well away from there
No use to talk you both have gone crazy
Remember all in love and war is fair
You got bad news you got the breakup blues

Now go ahead and do what you must do
She knows your secret but you know hers too

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 4, 2005, 12:30 am


The Sun Still Shines

One day of sun then follow five of rain
I want to make the very most of this
Holiday before I get hosed again
My upturned face embracing this last kiss
Of sun before a storm which once begun
Might flood my cellar before it is done

But what do they know on the radio?
It might never come and it might just go
If it comes at all sooner than they know

The days have been colder inside than out
And all of them have been one storm for me
For about as long as I can recall
Certainly since the beginning of fall
I fell as well but now I want to shout
That the sun is shining inside of me

I believed I received and then I grieved
To know it was over but now relieved
The sun still shines I see my heart is free

+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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