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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 19, 2005, 3:35 pm

Rise Again

Dark it is profound this night
Blacker night was never known
Dark so deep devoid of light
Thus it is to be alone

Yet one still point appears so bright
Dead eyes weep as if tricked by pain
But there is no mistaking this
Insistent omen in refrain
Clear and sweet as an angel's kiss
White-hot spark in cold and sable stain

Look up my love for you shall rise again

Through the night on the wings of light
Past your fears beyond all your tears
Free at last from the evil one
Suffering five and twenty years

Turns the wheel to twist the twisted
Turns so slow but turns so sure
He who would not be resisted
Finds that he has lost his sneer
Crushed is the cage released the pure
Captive dove and hobbled deer

The wheel by grace now turns to face
The little man who has lost his smirk
Justice cannot be purchased here
God accepts no payment for his work

Look up and see your new life begun
Death is dead he could not hold you
Love astonished him iron-fisted
Light of light strong to enfold you

Look up my love for now you rise again

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 19, 2005, 7:08 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1307:
Far Star~*

I sing of a star
Impossibly far
But nothing is closer to me

The smiling blue moon
Is coming here soon
To wink our secret destiny

There is nothing I cannot do
I have everything I have you
I want you to know you have me

You and I both know it is right
The moon is winking I can see

I sing of my far star tonight
So beautiful she could not be
So she left the sky to be free

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 18, 2005, 10:07 pm

Orthorexic Ornithology

I eat a little rice one day
A few beans on the day following
An alternation thought to complete me

But I ran out of apples completely
Which were the best part I would say
Of this systematic swallowing

Obsessive idea and theory
Which tends to become rather dreary
Without the apples but it is raining
And I am afraid to drive
Out there so I will leave off complaining

I am remaining alive
Whatever it is that means
I have eaten today's beans

I guess I have a lot of explaining
To do to be understood
An extraordinarily strange bird
Pursued by a shouting should
In pursuit of the exact right word

If I could find it I would

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 18, 2005, 1:16 pm

Candles I Cannot See

I stand gazing up at the smallest star I see
A candle flickers in a faraway window
At least that is how it looks to me from below
Here where I feel so foreign: is that home for me
Up there somewhere another world another place
Another time? Or am I outside time and space?

Alienation is what I feel: strange and small
I find everything to be alien to me
But it is probably only me after all
Searching the windows for candles I cannot see

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 17, 2005, 3:14 pm

Valhalla of the Slain

Leaps the flame up bright and high
Probing tongues to taste the sky
Over Bifrost heroes wait
In the halls of Asgard great
From the battlefield below

Kissed by maiden flame of fate
Where their blood has soaked the snow
To Valhalla of the slain
There in peace the valiant know
That their blood ran not in vain

Slain in victory or loss
Both refined alike from dross
Spun from darkness into light
Unalloyed and nothing less
To the gold of everness

They who fought by faith not sight
Bore their triumph their defeat
Both alike in mien and might
Stood their ground with forward feet
Bear the purity of right

Here today no cowards burn
See this leaping flame and learn
Death and life are one my son
Life is not to win nor lose
But is never to refuse

Death is life today begun
That which must be must be so
Light fears not the dark below
March into the mouth of hell
With a shout and drag them out

Cowards cower in the dark
Darklings hate what can create
Flame enlightens strong and stark
Darkling sons of he who fell
Would but pervert and destroy

By your blood Valhalla's joy
Waits for you across the sky
Heroes only seem to die
Clarified by fire and pain
Bearing torches in the rain

Crack of doom no turning back
Burn away now all the tears
Pass the peace to those who lack
Liberate us from the fears
Of a thousand thousand years

Leaps the flame up bright and high
Probing tongues to taste the sky
In the torchlight we attack
We burn to be born again
In Valhalla of the slain

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 17, 2005, 9:48 am

Rising When the Raven Sings

I buried my mother in an angel costume
And if I could I would have laid her in a tomb
Of gold and ebony for all the world to see

But in addition to our secrets lay our plot
The final resting place for those whom time forgot
Supposedly for family but not for me

Because I had to sell my grave to stay alive
And the family plot turned out to be
Just another conspiracy theory

Since I sold my grave I have been afraid to drive
Out there and see a stranger buried next to her
Together with her always as we always were

Death and transfiguration
I can hear the rustle of her satin wings
Active imagination
I can see her rising when the raven sings

Surprise with eyes of warning
There lies another in my narrow bed
Good night star bright good morning
Wait for me mother: the others are dead

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 17, 2005, 2:34 am

The Weatherman Was Very Much Mistaken

Not a cloud in the sky
Warm and sunny and dry
Where I was expecting the flood
Which had been predicted
And felt so restricted
The chill had invaded my blood

Here inside hunkered down
Afraid to go to town
Expecting to be swept away
By Noah's Flood sometime today
Imagining the worst of everything
But now the clouds have gone
I peek out and get on
With life as it begins to look like spring

The weatherman was very much mistaken

And I am embarrassed I was taken
In as I waited for rain to begin
Whichever way the wind should blow
If on the wings of wind should ride a storm
I should just look out my window
And see that clouds before conclusions form
Sometimes weathermen are the last to know
Now to convince myself that I am warm

I turn off the TV
It is only winter in my house
And grasp reality
Spring has come despite what I have heard
For every busy bee
For each fast-moving mouse
For every nesting bird
And better late than never for me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 16, 2005, 1:41 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1306:

You know me better than I do
And yet you still care about me
That is what I love about you

You see some good apparently
Inside of me I fail to see
The best of me the real and true

I worry about being frustrating
And am afraid of being a bore
But find you endlessly fascinating
I always want to visit some more

And it is so wonderful that you
As utterly delightful as you are
Seem to find me interesting too:

The intersection of a rising with a falling star

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 16, 2005, 5:13 am


A little blue book of Magic
Is what you need and if you heed
You too can escape the tragic
Morasses of meaninglessness

Although you might find me quite queer
Come to my home and visit me
Though I might never have been here
You are most welcome you will see

There is nothing to fear unless
You dislike eccentricity
A gentle madness to be sure
Here in the realm of fantasy

Yet one for which there is no cure
For no one has ever gone back
Once they have broken free to be
And why should they? Nothing we lack

Nothing we lose we only choose
For our choices are limitless
No rushing no unseemly haste
We never hurry never stress

No moment ever goes to waste
Please come at least to have some tea
I think you will like what you see
Please come at least and have a taste

Admission costs just $13.41
And thus a great adventure is begun


+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 16, 2005, 2:56 am

Where No One Can See

I fell asleep with my new book in my hand
All night long to dream of lines of poetry
Now here I am between sleeping and waking
Seeking to speak of the love of you and me
Holding a pencil as the dawn is breaking
Only another poet would understand
But my love you could and I know that you would

And somehow you do so these lines are for you

Nobody knows nobody understands
In their faraway lands how my love grows
Or who it is whom I am addressing
Who it is to whom my heart confessing
Its ultimate love above all else might be
Whether far or near it some have come to fear it
Is the end of me but I do not agree

No I know my heart cries to you and you hear it

My mystery you are everything to me
There is only me there is only you
Here in our own universe so much better
Broken lies the fetter of one so much worse
One to which we shall never return as free
We transcend now creating reality
Together forever safe where no one can see

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 15, 2005, 2:02 am

Mystery Made Manifest:
Light to Light as One Twice Bright

Isolated points of space
Gather we would rather be
Joined as one now in one place
Covenant of you and me

The two of us now face to face
And witnesses have come to see
The miracle descend the grace
Of broken bound of hurt hearts healed
Of secret sanctity revealed

Mystery made manifest

Oldest story ever told
First original and best
Man and woman have and hold
Light to light as one twice bright

We join our hearts our hopes our hands
To walk by faith and not by sight
Each knows the other understands
Within this unity of two
Of you to me and me to you

Ours the wheel of life and birth
It is we who turn the earth

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 14, 2005, 3:20 pm

I Create Reality

Wrong way round and wrong way right
In the mist so soft and fine
Of the witching hour tonight
Soft refracted ghost lights shine
Black spring green so dark so bright

Turn the wheel and hear the chime
Counterclockwise upside down
Back to front and outside time
No streetlamps in marble town
Candlelight and chanted rhyme

Wearing masks of mystery
As the moon plays with the clouds
In and out behind between
What is and what might have been
Disappearing through the crowds

No one living now knows me
Those who seek may seek in vain
I might never have been here
Never to be found again
Down the rabbit hole I fear

Through the looking glass I pass
Dancing with the shadows of
Northern lights of magic love
You call dreams but I say my
Dreams have wings and thoughts are free

I create reality

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 14, 2005, 1:14 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1305:
Life the Riddler

Crawl before we walk
Walk before we run
Whisper first we talk
Then come sing as one

Four legs in the morning
Two legs at the noon
Three legs in the evening
Rising with the moon

Into greater glory
On gossamer wings
Neverending story
Life the riddler brings

Weal and woe and on we go
Always yes and never know

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 13, 2005, 10:35 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1304:
Promises Kept

my love for Silke will never die

Life is springing up in hope after falling back in grief
Faith rises as the phoenix from the ashes of belief
Belief is existential but faith is transcendental

And with these wings which have been fashioned from the fire of pain
Your spirit opens toward the light by which you rise again
Manifest eternally enduring elemental

That which you were and are and will be cannot be destroyed
Life blooms a miracle a gift which is to be enjoyed
And dared with someone cared for I would mine be shared with you

It matters not what we have done but only what we do
Within this shining moment to be present in the now
For this is all we have and all there is or ever was

I reach to you and I know you reach back to me because
By faith the promises of love are always kept somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 12, 2005, 11:33 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1303:

He was only a small round ball of fur
Diminutive delightful and dinky
For all I know he might have been a her
But was jet black so I called him Inky

I used to change the ribbon on the typewriter
Which belonged to Grandma as a favor to her
And that jet black ink would get all over my hands
Anyone who remembers such things understands
Grandmas and memories and that small black bunny
Things like these which make this life worth living
Cannot be had for any amount of money

So that is why I ended up giving
Inky to the Cahill kids because they loved him so
They gave him the very best home a bunny could know

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 12, 2005, 8:48 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1302:
If the Shoe Fits: Stuff it!

Author's Note: This sonnet is not about contemporary Germans, Americans,
or anybody in particular except for narrow people who are fond of censorship
wherever they are, and they are everywhere.

Grandma used to call the Nazis "Noxies"
A reference to their obnoxiousness
Now as I suffer under their proxies
I understand what she meant more than less
Finding their fetters to be demeaning

I would rather speak plain and be borne away
By Neanderthals in the broad light of day
Captive poetry cries out for its meaning
One tires of being ruddy bloody mincing

So do your worst you cowardly hypocrites!
The status quo is false and unconvincing
And who do I mean then? Well if the shoe fits:
Stuff it! For I will be a doormat no more
But I will be happy to show you the door

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 12, 2005, 3:24 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1301:

Geschmacklos / Tasteless Me: Would You Agree?

At least all American teenagers love me
And everybody else on AuthorsDen
But I give some Europeans apoplexy
My friends from the Arab world (mostly men)
Find me too civilized to be American
Which is also the case with friends from India
And even some kind souls from old Virginia

Europeans note this cultural difference:
They have culture! I have none! But in my defense
I really think I should say
They love me in the UK
Because if I am anything I am British
Yet I am not anything: neither fowl nor fish
But a stranger a lone ranger slam-dunk skate punk

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 12, 2005, 2:45 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1300:
My New Bike 1964

What was not to like about my new bike?
A leopard-skin banana seat
Long shiny chopper handlebars
A big wide slick tire on the back
Just like a dragster neat and sweet

I fell off and I saw the stars
Then everything went really black
Got back on rode home feeling bold
Because the fenders were all-chrome
And the frame was metal-flake gold

Montgomery Ward Sting-Ray
1964 it was
And I will never forget it because
That was a neater and a sweeter day

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 11, 2005, 12:41 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1299:
Three in the Morning Railroad Track in the Rain

Up and down lonesome town everyone together
At three in the morning snug in their beds at home
Cold rain chills me to my bones this weeping weather
Why has my life left me like this out here to roam
Like the madman I am at this ungodly hour?

I feel as though the night could reach down and devour
Me without a trace no one to recall my face
I could simply disappear never to be found
Into another dimension of time and space

But I just keep on walking by the railroad track
I have no idea whatever where I am bound
Or when I left or why or when I might be back
I stumble now and then because I look above
Me for the stars searching to find the one I love

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 11, 2005, 5:08 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1298:
One Flame

So much to transcend so much to overcome
So far from heaven and so far from home
But have we not made it this far already?
We can get there if we just hold steady

And where is there and who are we and why?
The answer my love is written in the sky
All I know to do is look up at the moon
So many questions with answers so few
But as the moon waxes so shall we as soon
Even as it has waned for me and you

Carried in and out and borne upon the tide
Up and down on the insane carousel ride
We turn and return we wax and wane and learn
To live and love as one flame even as we burn

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 10, 2005, 10:00 pm

Kiss This

I think I have been kissing the wrong end
I want to kiss the lips and not the ass
Can anyone accept me can I pass
The judgment of the judging as a friend?

Obviously I am no diplomat
Does that mean I have to be a doormat?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 10, 2005, 8:46 pm

Twenty-Eight Lines of Love for AuthorsDen:
A Punk Poet Finds Paradise

What is the point of writing anything
When as a result all I do is bring
Trouble on myself and disapproval?

It seems diplomacy is not for me
I post and then scramble for removal
Before international incidents
Spiral completely out of my control

I thought only PMs and presidents
Had to worry about selling the soul
All my sly humor is misunderstood
My work is judged as tasteless and no good

English as a second language is hard
An uproar and offense is the result
If you fail to sound like a greeting card

The more trouble I have with difficult
People the more of a punk I become
Everything I write offends somebody

I throw down my pencil and turn on some
Loud T. S. O. L. Ramones or The Clash
Scream along and forget all the ruddy
Complaining all the bloody explaining

OK you hate my work I am a jerk
I grant them as I head for AuthorsDen
Public house of poets women and men
Who read my poems with an open mind

While punk bands from my speakers scream and crash
I feel what it is like to be alone
But here at least I feel that I am known

+Steven Curtis Lance

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for my friends at AuthorsDen

Feb 9, 2005, 9:57 pm

Alien in an Alien Nation

Something of a freak and bearing the beak
Of an ancient aquiline bird of prey
Hidden hand hidden from a hidden land
Alien in an alien nation
A strange bird indeed in a stranger day
Controversy and a consternation
Picking through the ruins and the refuse

Though I am small and meek I dare to speak
Many would prefer that I go away
An odd little survivor of abuse
A stubborn little problem here to stay
Spinning my end-rhymes here in your end-times
All I would like is to be of some use
I think I wrote six sonnets yesterday

My poetry is considered formal
Rhymed and metrical timed and technical
Quite unusual even abnormal
Diversity in specificity
Works well for me though many disagree
They do not like me or at least not yet
In fact dislike me to puzzling degree

They find me to be disagreeable
Voting my books down on the Internet
Voting their conscience vociferously
Bankrupting me with glee and no regret
Apparently they misunderstand me
I find my future unforeseeable
But understood or not I choose to be

They say the formal does not go down well
Some are not subtle they cannot stand me
I seem to offend quite personally
Their intolerant spontaneity
A worse offense to free verse dense with meaning
Which irritates the normal all to hell

They say poems on poetry do not sell
But you are reading me now (how do you do)
How am I doing now and how about you?
My antique structures could be used as cleaning
Tools that fools like me might serve some purpose yet
That we might clean prosaic clocks lest time forget

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 9, 2005, 4:29 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1296:
Through Eyes Once Dead Dawn's First Faint Rays

Do I force the spring
By imagining
These leaflets of the lightest brightest green
And do my eyes deceive me?

They appear in this winter which has been
The daily bread of these my famine days
Of sorrow which now grieve me
Which I thought were forever and always

But death now yields to life winter to spring
If my heart will believe me
Accept that I am not imagining
And dare to hope that there is hope for me

I see these signs of life and hungrily
Devour through eyes once dead dawn's first faint rays

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 8, 2005, 1:32 pm


Is it just me or
Do you feel it too
That absurdity
As never before
In our history
Seems to be at large
Seems to be in charge?

Madness on the breeze
Shadows in the air
Dark absurdities
Madness everywhere
Weakening my knees

And how about you?
What is happening?
And what do we do?
Is it beginning
Or is it ending
Or could this be the end
My friend of everything?

This is not absurdity of the funny kind
(I have no clue what to do)
This is a society gone out of its mind
(I just want to be with you)
I just want to tell you now as the lights go out
(I would not have you wonder)
That I will always love you never doubt

...As we go under

+Steven Curtis Lance

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