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Selected Poems of 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

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:

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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Jan 19, 2005, 2:20 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1239:
To the Memory of My Mother

Patricia Lance + 24 January 1934

Trying to reach the land of milk and honey
I find myself out of my depth in quicksand
I lost my mind my meaning and my money

I was trying to get to the promised land
But I got lost and have no idea which way
For a hapless victim of reality
To go and I may never know... not today
Anyway... after a nightmare night I stay
Close to the simple things I can understand
Those things not too sophisticated for me
Writing while petting my cat with my other hand...

Oh Santa Ana wind come and blow me away
Back home and to the memory of my mother!
I am never understood by any other

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 18, 2005, 8:58 pm

"Aristotle says that in order to live alone, a man must be either an animal or a god. The third alternative is lacking: a man must be both - a philosopher." - Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1844-1900) German Philosopher, Poet

Transcendental Sonnet #1238:

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

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 18, 2005, 10:18 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1237:
Remember Me

for Silke

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...

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 18, 2005, 5:04 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1236:
Live Not the Lie As Legends Die

for poets who are better than me and know it

I am not a living legend
I am a dying fool
But I come to an honest end
And kids say I am cool

Ego is the death of the soul
Arrogance chills hearts numb
In brokenness I am made whole
Though deaf and blind and dumb

Yet I can hear you clearly
And I do love you dearly
But I can very nearly
See right through you
How about you?

Live not the lie as legends die

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 18, 2005, 2:23 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1235:
Wistful Twinkle in His Eye

misunderstanding is the universal language

Celibate a dozen years
Wistful twinkle in his eye
Tried and tired wept dry of tears
Still too curious to die
Eccentric but kind little Lutheran
Why would you how could you resist this man?

He means you no harm
Would you like a sonnet?
He will get right on it
And do it with charm

Nobody knows who he really is
"He saved others himself he could not save"
Only one heart knows and that is his
And he will be a riddle to his grave

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 18, 2005, 12:53 am

Benediction and Recessional

for my friends and fellow poets

That my words mean anything to someone
Now means everything to me
Feeling as I do that I am no one

Victim of reality

Ecstatic my rise silent my fall
No fool like an old fool ...after all

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 17, 2005, 10:03 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1234:
An Existential Song Upon the Tongue

When I was young it was thought cool
To use the word "existential"
Now that I am no longer young
But an old fool fundamental
Now no mere word the whole song sung
And all of my life left to me

Existing if flickeringly
Between to be and not to be
A life lived existentially

Existence is hard for a broken shard
Intended to live fast and to die young
And leave behind a handsome corpse of course
Bankruptcy madness poetry divorce
An existential song upon the tongue

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 17, 2005, 4:39 am

Time Never Tells Until it is Time

I am out of town
Am not anywhere
Neither up nor down
Neither here nor there
Neither smile nor frown

To care or not to care
Accept or reject?
Devoid of affect
As I dance with despair

But I want to be a good poet
And would like everyone to know it
Too: how about you?

I think this is all I have left now
Believe all the rest has been taken away
And know this is my last chance somehow
To find any peace at the end of the day
If not peace perhaps at least I can do well

But nobody knows and only time will tell
And time never tells until it is time
So I do all I can and I try like hell
A fool who dies by love and lives by rhyme

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 16, 2005, 6:24 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1233:
Paradox of Destiny

+for Silke

I lift up these empty hands
My palms open to the sky
My arms outstretched and reaching
And she sees and understands
Whispers love will never die

I hear the silence teaching
See the darkness lighting me
Feel the warmth within the chill
Time within eternity
Healing comes through being ill

Paradox of destiny
Future present from the past
Always save the best for last
I feel her embracing me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 16, 2005, 3:30 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1232:
A Lance with Magic Well and Wise Begun: My Son

for Stevie II

My son is visiting for a few days
A six-foot-five improvement upon me
Changing my life in unusual ways

I will never know how he came to be
So big yet I know that he is my son
His name the same and he writes poetry

A Lance with magic well and wise begun
Girls come to see him in the middle of the night
Some ask "is it all right to love your dad?"

May God bless you my child you are not bad
But Father Lance follows a distant star his light
Is Silke Shining in the Sky his butterfly

Here take my book... here take a look... +Pax et lux tecum
Go in peace... light increase... my son your vade mecum

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 16, 2005, 1:20 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1231:
Embracing You: Beyond... Above...

for Silke

Silke shining from afar
I can see your little light
Can you see me where you are?

I look across the sky tonight
Across all time across all space
I look up and I see your face

I write about my loneliness
And people do not care unless
It touches them in theirs

So then I try to be funny
Only you get my jokes honey
I climb the stars like stairs

Then everyone can understand and share our love
When they see me embracing you: beyond... above...

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 15, 2005, 2:13 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1230:
Time in a Bottle and Rhyme at Full Throttle

for Grandma who would be a century

Milestone birthdays clustered-up aplenty:

I turned fifty Silke five and twenty
The heavy metal thunder of my car
Is forty now and older than you are
This year my daughter will turn twenty-two
Napoleon loved that number how 'bout you?

My dear old Freddie Noodles will be nine
A life for every year of this feline
Companion to me in celibacy
We bugger neither altar boys nor cats
He only gets aggressive with the rats

The priest's housekeeper now at rest and gone
As Grandma called herself would be a century
I wonder if from heaven she can spy on me?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 15, 2005, 6:17 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1229:
Regret Along the Alimentary Canal

a silly sonnet for Silke

On the banks of the alimentary
Canal tonight there is no peace for me
I put far too much hot sauce on my rice
And the outcome is... well... not very nice

Not just the outcome but the long journey
From end to end is rough for me my friend
It is so tough for me because I tend
To overdo things rather massively
And now must bear this outcome passively

A misjudgment for which I must atone
In the smallest room of my house alone
The worst instance yet of hot sauce regret
Why would I do such a thing as to bring
Such fury to such frail anatomy?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 15, 2005, 4:56 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1228:
Spectacles Testicles Wallet and Watch Out

a silly sonnet for Silke

I got some new spectacles recently
Which hurt my ears and nose indecently
I subsequently came to realize
For all of that they did not help my eyes
On top of all these things the frames were grey
And purchased on the cheap on sale one day

The optician had proven unable
To sell them so they were on this table
With other ugly frames no one would buy
Except a true eccentric ...therefore I
Bought them and fought them and thought I would die
That on me I looked closer to my age

Which seized me with a most un-Lance-like rage
Sorry to say: I smashed them... yesterday

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 15, 2005, 1:20 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1227:
Alone Together

You are alone and I am alone
I will never understand this life
First and best and last love I have known
Why are we not together somehow
I as your husband you as my wife?

They talk about men not committing
I am throwing myself at you now
Trapped in a river of forgetting
I struggle to swim upstream to be
At your side forever frustrated

Remember when we spoke of destiny?
We spoke of fate and of being fated
To be together always you and me
My love I need you please can you not see?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 14, 2005, 10:39 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1226:
Alone and Exhausted at Four in the Morning

It dawns on me I have done all I can
Before dawn I see I have done my best
I could write some things now say some things but
It is better that I keep my mouth shut
If I failed one I passed another test

I am only one lonely little man

If only I could make it right somehow
My very uttermost seems not enough
I could really use a miracle now
Nobody can tell me I am not tough

I never give up even when it seems I might as well
Never having known success it never went to my head
So I always have to do my best until I am dead

Just trying to get to heaven and just passing through hell

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 14, 2005, 3:33 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1225:
It Rained Inside My Car Today

a silly sonnet for Silke's birthday

It rained inside my car today
An after-effect of the storm
Sprinkled me as I drove away

The rusty drops at least were warm
But left tomato-soupy dots
On my pants in sensitive spots

Then I had to go into the bank...
Holding my checkbook over my crotch

Although my car is built like a tank
It could not protect me from this blotch
Which looks like... some sort of accident

Protected without but not within
As the odd eccentric incident
Gets under my heavy metal skin

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 13, 2005, 9:50 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1224:
Butterfly Rising~*

for my Silke for her birthday

I just got off the telephone with you
And am amazed how much better I feel
I drove down to drop off that document
And felt ready to cruise for miles and miles

Now I believe our dream is coming true!
Now I believe our miracle is real!
I keep on praying nor will I relent
For I can feel it... and my spirit smiles

Life will reveal it... soon... and even now
A little candle shines within this night
I feel your spirit bud to bloom somehow
Tonight the light of hope is burning bright

My butterfly! Your wings will heal and be
Both strong and beautiful as you rise... free!

+Steven Curtis Lance

Happy Birthday to my dearest darling little girl: rise, butterfly, rise~*

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Jan 12, 2005, 11:15 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1223:
(A very special sonnet...)

My Fairy~*

for my Silke for her birthday

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

+Steven Curtis Lance

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