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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 1, 2005, 12:12 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1273:
Animal Husbandry

Animal husbandry of the wrong kinds
Too many husbands are out of their minds
Crazy apparently heads up behinds

It seems fundamental
One ought to be gentle
To me elementary
Gentle insanity worn tastefully
Better than bestial domesticity

Neanderthal is a beautiful valley
In faraway Germany
Thankfully at a safe distance from me

Cruelty simply is not up my alley
Kindness and love not the sicknesses of
The wrong kinds of animal husbandry

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 31, 2005, 12:52 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1272:
Across the Wide Chasms of Infinity

Out of the night my telephone brings
A signal from the other side
Out of the dark my telephone rings
One perfect ring across the wide
Chasms of infinity for me
It happens every night since she died

Tonight I snatched it up quickly
No voice but my own in echoings
Across all time across all space
I could see her beautiful face

Someone beyond the end of the line
A sound not sound so far away
Came through to show me she is still mine
And she will speak to me someday

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 31, 2005, 5:22 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1271:
For One Who Has Been Kind to Me

"To whom much is given much shall be required"
Being raised this way can make one very tired
Tired but tried and proven to be true
This is how it is for me and you
We do what we can as we do what we must
Knowing it is better to wear out than rust
And all the good you do will surely follow you

That is why I am drawn to you and love you
When you are mired in mud you look above you
And know that there is a meaning to it all
To make a difference no matter how small
Is worth not one penny less than everything
To help and heal and comfort the suffering
Around you--and in me--which others will not see

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 31, 2005, 1:14 am

Chorus Mysticus:
Phoenix Rising from Your Pyre

What God creates remains he says
It and it is and it shall be
Beyond the span of numbered days
The dead remain as you and me
As life has spoken so we know
The cord once fashioned here below
By love remains to bind always

Therefore I speak my love now to the sky
To one who passed through death but did not die:

Seed of life planted by fire
Fallen star engulfed by flame
Virgin wife of pure desire
Here within my heart your name
Burns a new light great and strong
Everlasting is your song
Phoenix rising from your pyre

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 30, 2005, 1:23 pm

Falling Stars are Seeds

to comfort Marina and to honor Silke

When your star falls from the sky
What do you wish upon?
When the one you love must die
How does your life go on?

Even though you know you will see
Them again tomorrow
The one you love is gone
For today anyway

Do you bear this sorrow
Now to share in their destiny?

For each and every falling star
Is a living gift below
For those of us down here who are
Broken and alone should know
The sky weeps stars for lonely ones
They fall to sprout as seeds of suns
For new worlds to be born

To bless
Those of us left behind who mourn
Life from death proceeds
Wish upon every falling star
You see

Falling stars are seeds
The ones we love are never far
From you and me
They were they are and they will be
Our destiny

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 30, 2005, 5:37 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1270
Manifesto: Resurrection and Return

Not to decide is to decide
Thus I make my decision
Never to commit suicide
Not subject to revision

As long as I am here
I might as well enjoy it
Live and love free from fear
Embrace it not destroy it

I am alone but I am free
No one to tell me what to do
In control of a destiny
Which I would like to share with you

None to allow nor disallow
The pleasures which await us now

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 30, 2005, 1:17 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1269:
Make Sure Your Lover is Your Friend

The hard way but at least they learned
The house always wins
Who plays with fire is always burned
We pay for our sins
Whether we think we sin or not

The shotgun only speaks by shot
Desire by fire or jealous ire
Which either freezes or it fries
And neither ever satisfies
Whether we lose or win the pot

What does it all mean in the end?
The house always wins and none can defend
Against jealous fate when love turns to hate:

Make sure your lover is your friend

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 29, 2005, 2:26 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1268:
We Lie Awake and Wonder

This day so short this night so long
We bob and weave and blunder
Delay abort the fright so strong
We lie awake and wonder
Gainsay contort till right is wrong

And are we going under
Or getting over a nightmare?

As we hope and grope and dope and cope
And seek out the meaning everywhere
We eke out the gleaning here and there
But what we want is to be together
We ache for the love we cannot find

Just a matter of when or whether
The blind will lead each other to be kind

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 29, 2005, 3:33 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1267
Scatter to Gather:

+Words for Marina to read
for Silke on the North Sea

Scatter to gather scatter to form
Scatter to come home now safe at last
Eye of the cyclone calm of the storm
Present forever absent the past

Nothing can ever hurt you again
Free of the madmen free of their pain
Who thought your loss their gift and their gain
Damned are they now forever they were
Yet still you shine as ever you shone

I have seen the face of God in her
In Silke my love both known and unknown
Even though we never met on earth
May God bless her now at her new birth
Here in my heart where I am not alone


+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 29, 2005, 12:41 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1266
Violets Upon the Sea:

+Words to be offered with violets
as Silke's ashes join the North Sea

4 February 2005

As by petal and by part
Here I offer you my heart
With yours as falling raindrops now
As tears wept in the cold North Sea
I feel two hearts made free somehow
To ride this tide which flows through me
And flows through you becoming one
To ride the tide of destiny

Violets upon the sea
Purple tears which grew in shade
Eyes which have seen little sun
Violets are wishes made
Promises kept to the night
Dark our petals bright our light!


+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 28, 2005, 12:06 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1265:
Two Sides of a Single Coin

Love and Hate

Angels above and devils below
See what mortals always learn too late
They have always known will always know
How fine the line between love and hate
How thin the tissue which comes between
Hate which is and love which might have been

Two sides of a single coin they see
While all our life is consumed by one
At a time between us you and me
Husband and wife or love just begun
The tissue is very fragile where
Our hearts are held in each other's hands
Rare is the mortal who understands
Where two are one both love and hate lie there

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 28, 2005, 4:52 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1264:
Better Left Mysterious~*

My awfully strange sense of humor
Which some have called queer
Gives rise to wink and nudge and rumor
Here and there and here

Within my poetry a tumor
Of a certain oddity
An abundant perhaps redundant
Uncertain commodity
Lurks in the shadows of my runic rhyme
And should I have nothing to say
Then I would say it anyway
If I just could be more clever every time

I think I might write better when serious
Some of us are better left mysterious~*

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 27, 2005, 6:13 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1263:
Look Out for Lipstick On Your Lance

advice to my sons

Boys keep your dipstick
In your pants
Look out for lipstick
On your lance

Never refuse
To pay your dues
And be nice to your mother

Lay off the booze
Choose when you snooze
And this that and the other

To every rhyme a season
Make every word tell
To every time a reason
And stay out of hell

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 27, 2005, 5:19 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1262:

If someone sprayed me with pepper spray
I doubt it would work on me today
While it is true I eat only rice
With the odd apple I find it nice
To drown my rice in Mexican spice
And as I write this saucy sonnet
I eat my rice with hot sauce on it
So much in fact it might surprise you

Therefore I think I should apprise you
Should you decide I must go away
It is pointless to use pepper spray
But I am always very polite
I have never been the sort to fight
Just be blunt and face me ...or Mace me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 27, 2005, 1:01 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1261:
First White Blossom On My Barren Tree

The apricot tree I planted
As that boy back in '68
And stood like this man desolate
These long nights and brief dreary days
Today becomes a wish granted
As it bears fluttering finches

Butterfly birds which never soar
The bringers of spring by inches
Unseen and unnoticed before
Since dearer day and younger year
Flit past fly fast busy always
Hard at work building new life here

Now as I watch them my heart smiles to see
The first white blossom on my barren tree

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 26, 2005, 9:08 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1260:
How I Wish I Had That Ouija Board Tonight

Faust and Mephistopheles

Our parochial-school teachers told him
That Ouija boards are bad
(I am not their pupil so they scold him)

Now how I wish I had
Not put on such a show
To demonstrate I know
The orthodox Lutheran position
Breaking it making the Sign of the Cross
I should have heeded my intuition
The gain of orthodoxy was my loss
How I wish I had that Ouija board tonight

And now my son would wish it too
As a theologian I guess they were right
...But I wish I could talk to you

+Steven Curtis Lance (Faust)

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Jan 26, 2005, 3:42 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1259:
Ride the Fire

1980 +Silke+ 2005

Flame you were now ride the fire
Flame you are will always be
Transubstantiate desire
Ride the fire of destiny
Light the sky that we might see
Flaming rose of ecstasy

Made and unmade born and died
All within such little span
Would that you had been the bride
Of this lost and lonely man
On this weary pilgrimage
Half your rage at twice your age
Transubstantiate desire
Flame you are now ride the fire

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 25, 2005, 11:23 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1258:
Come Remind Me

Silke crossed over on my mother's birthday: 24 January~*

She said she would pull books down from the shelf
A sort of imp a fairy or an elf

That after she passed we would meet at last
I wish that we could I wish that she would
At least do things like Grandpa used to do
Before he settled down after a few
Unmistakable manifestations

He and Grandma have accommodations
Now together so he cares not whether
The window is locked the chimney is blocked
Or any of that sort of commonday
Detail from day to day but is away

Yet I hope Silke will come remind me
That the past is beside not behind me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 25, 2005, 2:40 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1257:
I Want to Go to a Lavender Farm

I want to go to a lavender farm
Between two rivers I want to be warm
When it is winter here

I want to go to where someone is nice
To me and no longer only eat rice
Where poetry is dear

I want to mean something to somebody
Where I might be treated with dignity
Nor longer live in fear

I have grown weary of apologies
Of these dysfunctional indignities
I would like to be near
Somebody kind and who might treat me right
To lend me some life some hope and some light

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 25, 2005, 11:20 am

The We We Never Were

The one I loved is dead
Was she taken from me
Or I from her instead?
Or has she become me
Or have I become her:

The we we never were?

At last
The future justifies
The past
The present and the lies

At death the spirit cries
But see!
In life the spirit flies

Now free!

The one I loved is dead
Or is it me instead
Of her?

Death be our life our daily bread
To be the we we never were

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 25, 2005, 7:55 am

Full Moon Empty

...for Silke with regret

Tonight beneath the full moon I
Heart full and empty with regret
Look up and wonder under sky
Which used to seem like velvet blue
On which diamonds had been spilled

The night still blue still sparkles yet
I wonder was it me or you
And if our dream died or was killed
Did I lose you to death alone
Or something else to me unknown?

Could I be that insensitive?
All I can do is wonder why
Beneath the full moon empty sky
If it was all my fault forgive
Some think it was will never try

The best is dead the worst still live

Full moon empty velvet blue
Crushed with rhinestones one not two
One and none is nothing now
In the dark what can I do
But stumble along somehow?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 24, 2005, 7:57 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1256:
Alone in a World Paired Off Two by Two

Some are sweet and some are sadistic
Some make something bad of something good
Something I have never understood

Some macho and some masochistic
Simpler just to cuddle with my cat
Than try to decipher all of that

If greatest it is foreign to the least
Someone would have to teach me what to do
In order to become a rutting beast
I probably would be too slow for you
Being a simple celibate old priest

But I have been this way these many years
And love fraught with fears has brought only tears
Alone in a world paired off two by two

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 24, 2005, 9:39 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1255:
Cocked and Primed Rocked and Rhymed Locked and Timed

a punk poet presents himself...

Cocked and primed
Afraid to pull the trigger
Rocked and rhymed
His name is getting bigger

Locked and timed
In earthly span not getting any younger
Cocked and rocked and locked
Primed and rhymed and timed
The Lucky Little Bastard has the hunger
To be successful

While sundry stressful
Enemies spit their disease at him these
Who trot along yip-yapping at his heels
Is this how getting good at something feels?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 24, 2005, 5:53 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1254:
To Hell with Death

non moriar sed vivam

The wheel of karma turns again
Around and round and down the drain
Another misadventure lost
Yet God forgives nor counts the cost
Against a lonely fool like me
Who wanted a new family
And got his teeth kicked in instead
But folks it still beats being dead

As long as I am still around
I think some meaning might be found
I have to try I need to know
Or leave you laughing when I go
And I forget and I forgive
To hell with death: I want to live

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 23, 2005, 11:15 pm

About the Author: +Steven Curtis Lance

The sign of the seagoat of Capricorn
Soared in the sky on the night I was born
A curse upon the world some still believe
A night to wonder and a night to warn
A bitter night for many to receive
My advent on that stormy New Year's Eve

Born in the lightning alighting in fire
Born in the thunder and under the ire
Of those who took it as an evil sign
Dark advent of a dangerous desire
But one young mother took it as divine
That I should come to her and she was mine

She held me as her destiny her chance
She cried "His name is +Steven Curtis Lance!"

I stand just under six feet tall and weigh one twenty five
I have my ups and downs but I am glad to be alive
Described as "willowy" I am flexible and youthful
My eyebrows tweezed nor am I diseased and to be truthful
I am just an innocent at dawn and dusk I repent
My every sin be it of commission or omission
If life had gone as planned I would assume the position
Of senior pastor of some German Lutheran parish

But that along with all the a cappella I cherish
Is water over the dam approaching fifty I am
A graceful and balletic metrosexual poet
I present myself clean-shaven tinted strawberry-blonde
A sonneteer who knows no fear of rhyme and meter fond
Asperity austerity but some prosperity
A little company an LLC you may know it
Google me and you will see my unfolding destiny

I was raised by my mother who taught me to be gentle
Courtesy and civility would seem fundamental
Much more elegant than the Taliban morality
Of that scary quite disturbing red-state plurality
With Bush and push and shove above well-mannered decency
While you might not agree I find it charming to be me

This book of my life written page by page
And forming link by link a single chain
From youth through experience into age
Is that by which I rise and live again
Beyond my days into a time unknown
Unto me now as I write here alone

Into my future and out of your past
As I become a present after all
And now you hold me in your hands at last

The only paradise beyond the fall
For sinful mortals and poets like me
Who live but little time and then must die
Is to become a part of destiny
And leave you this to remember me by

To those who have suffered bitterness can
Prove to be the stone by which we stumble
Undoing all we work for taking all
We have loved and built however humble
The rock by which we ultimately fall
It has destroyed many a stronger man
Than me to see it suck the life away
From those whom I have loved the light of day
Gone out from their eyes the sun from their skies
Bitterness their undoing in the end
Has spoken to me that this must not be
The ruin of the rising of our dreams

There must be hope in sorrow though it seems
These wings are broken now yet we must rise

Suicide has taken many a friend
This horror would not have happened unless
We had been overpowered in the dark
Alone at the crossroads of bitterness
Where shadows of grief are so sharp so stark
Burning alone in the crucible of
Suffering with no light no hope no love
Turning to stone there with no one to care
Where it is always night and never day
Alone on the telephone it has been there
Waiting in the silence to bear us away
At the existential moment of despair

Therefore now as I mark a half a century
I resolve I must leave bitterness behind
I dare not let it hollow out my trust
I care not for corrosion nor for rust
By which bitterness would eat away my mind
To rot out from the inside is no destiny

Poets make words take wing and fly but why?
We can we do we must yet still we die
But every day we save the world this way

I only do this only come to say
Look up and see the sun smile above you
And feel this warming kiss upon your skin

I only want to tell you I love you
To invite you to watch the dance begin
As the moon embraces the clouds tonight

The world is singing right before our eyes
A play of shadow of darkness and light
Of waxing waning morning noon and night
Of that which is born and of that which dies

Poets sing giving voice to everything

The morning star is burning so intense
No other light can be seen in the sky

This is the moment this is the suspense
Between the dark and light the night and day
The light by which I write by which I live

Day has yet to be born night yet to die
That I am here to see this here to give
Myself completely give myself away
To this contention of the elements
This yin and yang of time to see it turn
Floods me with exclamations with laments

I am this moment! I transform I learn
I turn I burn I earn the recompense
The pay of the poet: intense suspense!

I mean to say just what I mean
Not to be silenced nor ashamed
Seeing I might as well be seen

Being myself and being named
Better to mean just what I say
Than to regret what might have been

Being credited being blamed
Is better than fading away
The memory that I was here
These words I write for you today

I do not mean to disappear
I would not be forgotten by
This world and when my time to die
Comes you will know that I was here

At the door at the second half
I wait now for my second act
Too numb to cry too sad to laugh
Trying to sort my fear from fact

Soon again I begin

It never knocks it just comes in
Not my door not for me to say
But the door of time and now fate
Will open it and have its way

But what if it is just too late?
I hope that there is hope today
I face the unknown all alone
Is this the way it has to be?

Happy Birthday to me

This is a New Year's revolution
New Year's Eve birthday resolution:

To say and do exactly what I please
Nor crawl to the unworthy on my knees
To never kiss another stupid ass
But wait for the stupidity to pass
And I will still be here
Of that I have no fear

Because I am going to live forever
You ask how I know? Because there has never
Been anyone like me
And I intend to be
Myself in all my specificity

And those who do not like me may go straight to hell
To fool with fools no longer is a lesson well
Learned well earned well burned and all of it the hard way
Today is my birthday and today I can say
And can do whatever I damn well please
Today I rise to get up off my knees

The struggle has taught me again and again
To live with what is and not what might have been

The most important things are hidden
Fairies are very shy
Unicorns are real if unridden
Not only birds can fly
Magic comes in the dark unbidden

Disbelieving folk are divorced
From natural reality
Their minds are frigid firm and forced
Disdaining what they dare not see

Should seagirls swim to such as these?
I would not have them cast their pearls
Nor model their agilities
Before such swinish unworthies
Who see the sea but not the girls!

If you have never seen a fairy
Never conclude they do not exist
For their hiddenness is the very
Reason they are able to persist
Here where others are bigger than they
They have to be able to fly away

Just because you have never seen one
Does not mean there has never been one
Right under your nose as you sniffed a rose
And that is why they have wings you know
To be able to get up and go
When the wild winds of a rose-sniffer blow

My fairy is my Silke of the Five and Twenty Tears
Forever five and twenty through a thousand thousand years

In terra incognita now
So alien yet I have seen
This shore before and I have been
Here and I never went away

It must have been a dream somehow

Alone here at the break of day
I see but do not understand
As life and love slip through my hand
And there is nothing I can do

But love you and remember you

Is this the end then which I see?
So beautiful so heavenly
It was and must this can this be?
Remember me... remember me...

Time to give life a new chance a new look
I will never give in to despair
Although some look down on me
As those who do are so far down there
Nothing but the dirt they see
Time to be happy about my new book

How can I who write a book called "Magic"
Become a casualty of the tragic
Idiocy of circumstance and time?
Although the world gets madder every day
I owe responsibility to rhyme
And those who love me therefore I must stay

To exist to persist to resist death
To make the most of each heartbeat each breath

People either love me or hate me
And there is no middle ground
They either praise me or berate me
I am heaven or hell bound

Some get so worked-up over me
They manifest insanity

They do not know me I do not care
Bless me curse me or debate me
They will never find me anywhere
They only see these masks I wear

And I love them all and each
I believe that I have earned
Their love too but if I cannot teach
Them anything... at least I have learned

As turns the leaf so turns the life and time
Turns fate from famine sated toward sublime
Light once from darkness unseen and unknown

I stumble night-blind into light alone
The sun had been there all along I see
Today I notice that it shines for me

Day always is for others only night
Is left to me a bastard son of light
Forsaken left behind nor taken to
Sky to fly as legitimate sons do

Yet who am I if not a son as they?
The sun burns my eyes it beckons so bright
What if I spread these wings to take this day?

Should I leap falling upward in the sky
Would will remember still and could I fly?
I would not live in shadow die apart

As turns the leaf I would not turn away
As turns the life not from but toward my heart
Alone would sadden grief would madden me
Come unfamiliar light ...come gladden me

Transcendental if you will
I would rather thrill than kill
Giving in or giving out
But not giving up to doubt

Drink no more and never smoke
Live on apples and brown rice
English tea and being nice
Saving all my strength up for
Writing books one two three four

Brokenhearted and flat broke

In the existential joke
Which this life would seem to be
Staving off insanity
In oral and written test
Anal and unwritten jest

Absurdity suits me best

Ride that insane carousel
Up and out the mouth of hell
Isis and Osiris know
Things get pretty grim below
Dark and deep mysterious

Must we be so serious?

Rather fast than rather slow
Laughing last before we go

+Steven Curtis Lance


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