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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

Aghast
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








Jan 23, 2005, 10:13 pm


Ride That Insane Carousel

for Maria Stevie and Teddy from their crazy father

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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Jan 23, 2005, 12:16 am


As Turns the Leaf

for a friend and fellow poet who reached out to me ...for Chanti

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

+Steven Curtis Lance


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Jan 22, 2005, 1:15 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1253:
All Over

+In Memoriam Dr. Silke Lance, 1980-2005+

Back to the darkness and back to the void
Back to the cell of my loneliness now
Waking to find that my dream is destroyed
Hoping that this is a nightmare somehow

My only consolation is that she
Who loved me has escaped the savagery
Of he who swore that he would take her life
Marc Hermann with his hate and bloody knife
Never deserving of her as his wife

He plotted he would kill her by degree
But she was always so much smarter than
This paranoid pervert little-big man
She died when she decided and is free

All over for her... all over for me

+Steven Curtis Lance


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Jan 22, 2005, 4:05 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1252:
Freddie Noodles Weighs More Than Poodles Often Do

no one is alone who has a pet

I turned on the news
And I got the blues
But I had the blues anyway

Some people just choose
To always refuse
To allow peace on earth today

Or tomorrow for that matter
This world is very strange
I hope for hopeful change
As fat cats keep getting fatter

But this is true of my cat too

My Freddie Noodles weighs more than poodles
Often do strange but true but he loves me
Let peace begin with me and let it be

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 22, 2005, 12:22 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1251:
Through the Dark Mirror

Out of my depth and in over my head
So many secrets unwritten unread
Doing well by doing good
Toward the end misunderstood
Resolution
Absolution
Light

Night
Fantasy's flight
Ecstasies bright
Free-ascending butterfly
Shine forever in my sky
Now I have learned that pleasure comes with pain
Come in the darkness... and love me... again

+Steven Curtis Lance


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Jan 21, 2005, 11:28 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1250:
Losing Silke

alone at three in the morning

I asked her what do I do now and she said "write"
That is all I can do it connects me to you
And I am not alone so on the telephone
As we spoke for that last time she told me to rhyme

She said she would come visit me come haunt my house
I hope she does
And she will always be my Embla Engelmaus
She always was

My pencils are stubby and my face is stubbly
How am I going to do this?
I feel the emptiness of losing her doubly
That I never tasted her kiss

She was a beautiful dream I never met
Tonight resolution mingles with regret

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 21, 2005, 8:35 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1249:
Final Call Tonight

Silke Shining in the Sky

Most wonderful person I never met
Bride of my spirit and bride of my heart
Always together and always apart

Tonight we took our leave without regret
She said it was goodbye and I asked why
She said she knew it was and knew because
There is a final dawn you recognize

A light so bright nobody can explain
It away and you have to realize
Your time has come and you cannot remain
It is the final call and that is all

And so we had our final call tonight
No bitterness no argument just light
And I could see it too it was so bright

+Steven Curtis Lance


Amin mela ile~*
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Jan 20, 2005, 11:42 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1248:
Please Remember Our Sweet Spring in the Fall...

for Silke

I guess I ruined everything somehow
It must have been my fault I did it all
And all I know is I am alone now

Please remember our sweet spring in the fall...

Whatever is to be our destiny
Know you will always have a friend in me
I will never know what happened nor how

But you are free
As you should be

And that is worth everything
How I wish I could have made things good
I tried so hard... if only I could...

These tears are staining this ring
You sent to me

+Steven Curtis Lance


Amin mela ile~*
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Jan 20, 2005, 9:16 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1247:
Out on Long Island Where the Feral Cats Roam

for my sister Dara the Long Island cat-catcher

The better I know people the better I like cats
I have never been insulted by a cat
Just stop for a moment and think about that

A cat has never savaged my sonnets like those rats
On poetry sites where I put in lots of work
Only to have my life's work dismissed by some jerk
Who says it is pretty but it is self-pity
It seems my depression attracts some aggression

My sister who rescues cats is having a baby
Somehow that makes things better now and maybe
My cat Freddie Noodles and I can go see her
Out on Long Island where the feral cats roam
I love my sister but I would not want to be her

I will go see the kid and the cats and come home

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 20, 2005, 2:27 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1246:
My Sister is Having a Baby

for Dara

My sister as you carry life within
I pray that it will all go well with you
As rocky-road adventures now begin
And you feel upside-down in all you do
They say it all gets better in a while

They say that and then you patiently smile
Because everyone is full of advice
Full of old shoes and other things as well
You are trying your hardest to be nice
While you are going through absolute hell

Now I can be an uncle after all
I have been told I am a good father
Children are much more blessing than bother
Friends when they are big... pets when they are small

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 20, 2005, 11:31 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1245:
I See the Moon Out My Lonely Window

waxing waning waiting

I see her friends do not trust me anymore
First I lost the battle then I lost the war
Very well then if I must let my love go
I must but how to bear this I will never know...

Angel please come back to me
Harbinger of destiny
Muse of my every ecstasy
Return

But if it must not cannot be
Then it must be all right with me
I am a little slow but you see
I learn

I see the moon out my lonely window
And look up to you as I wait below...

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 20, 2005, 8:09 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1244:
My Love I Give Myself to You and Wait

for my Silke with all my heart

Standing here at the edge of the abyss
I find myself wishing I had your kiss
My downfall would be easier to take
If falling I knew I fell for the sake
Of love for Silke Shining in the Sky

And so is this what it feels like to die?
Am I not falling down but falling up
The climax Shakespeare called "the little death"?

All I know is each heartbeat every breath
From now on will be yours and that this cup
Thought bitter once will now be heaven-sweet

My love I give myself to you and wait
For you for love for trust for hope for fate
But even now our two souls as one meet

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 20, 2005, 3:31 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1243:
Written On a Restroom Wall: "For a Good Time Read #1243"

just for fun

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

+Steven Curtis Lance


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Jan 19, 2005, 11:04 pm


Some have wondered, I among them, if Silke and I are together; we are indeed together, and closer than ever, facing--together--not only cancer but perhaps the wealthiest and most powerful perverted stalker in all of Europe: this is about that...

Transcendental Sonnet #1242:
Between Death and the Devil You Endure

for Silke in extremis

Between death and the devil you endure
The brightest blossom in the darkest land
Defamed by the vile because you are pure
The best dogged by the worst from place to place

A madman lurks within the shadows and
The shade of cancer stares you in the face
But the madman's money is worthless now
You will yet stare this cancer down somehow

For you are not alone now anymore
Both madman and cancer have met their match
Until the hearing we must guard your door
And make this Maus impossible to catch

A few days time and you will be made free
And beat first Marc then cancer: you will see

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 19, 2005, 10:23 pm


"Nobody can foresee what will please the critics. Every artistic activity is, and always will be, a poker game." - Marlene Dietrich (1901-1992) German-born American Film Actress, Singer

Confidential to The Tut-Tutting Unknown and Unknowing Twins:

Ted Hughes is Poet Laureate of England.

A little riddle for you.

It is possible you have misread me; it is manifest you have misunderstood me.








Jan 19, 2005, 9:58 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1241:
Retoure!

for my friend T. G.

Retoure! Retoure! Parole du jour
Is one supposed to be afraid?
Le gentilhomme is born not made
The Lucky Little Bastard flies
On bat-wings through the midnight skies

Across the sea across the land
To kiss his Lady Silke's hand
Across the land across the sea
C'est moi! Le gentilhomme is me

Retoure! Retoure! Parole du jour
But is one's motivation pure?
I know my own I know my art
I know my soul I know my heart
We two cannot be kept apart

+Steven Curtis Lance

Vive le Lance!

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