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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jul 26, 2014, 11:22 pm


Change is what does not
The only thing I know
That does not because
By growing as I go
Now I know I see
How I change into me

Change is why and what
And how I know I grow
So I live and let
Live in its constancy

I remember now
How I have grown and how
Change is what it was
Because of what it does
Not to not forget
To keep the change I get

In my humankind
I rearrange and find
By changing my mind
I change reality

Familiar now though once so strange
The only constancy is change

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 26, 2014, 9:29 pm

Dreaming My Reality

for Shy

Here I am alive now living in the groove of love
Living my thanksgiving moving on as living proof of
The truth where there is life is hope not giving up yet

To live it up not down nor give up but for what regret
Renounced already I announce that I am ready
To remember through November my December as I
Want to live and love above it all before I die

Hanging on and hoping for the best to hold steady
Come through the storm of all the rest as one to calm the sea
Seeing clear and being here and now free as the sky

I would stop at nothing dreaming my reality
Nor should you for I hope you are who could dream with me

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 26, 2014, 1:34 am


for Shy

Your name is Shy but you are not
For you are brave no matter what
No matter how it may seem now

For I have seen and I have such
Respect for you who do so much
For love above yourself and all
And that Shy is what made me fall
In love with you as I recall

For now is when we find out how
To do what we are meant to do
To be who we are meant to be

And I would like to be with you
And like you Shy to be with me

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 24, 2014, 1:34 am


for Shy

There are not many stars here
At far as I could see
So even though it is clear
I could only count three
But you Shy are a star to me
By which I see the night
Illuminated by your light

You are far away but
I love you no matter what
If crazily somehow
For always is for now
And here you are Shy shining clear
So far away so near
To me as it is clear to me

This is something that we hear about
When our magic overcomes our doubt

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 23, 2014, 10:43 pm


Emerson and Melville cousins Eliot and even Poe
Cousins who were poets in their dozens
Have been influential showing Steve Lance what they know

The poet of "The Night Before Christmas" was before
As the morning after my cousin Clement Moore
Others too my brothers sisters cousins of the word
Famous cousins or dozens more with names unheard

Not inconsequential having cousins
A wise guy hitman father who wrote poetry too
And also the few who understand me like you

Though discouraged you encourage give me courage even so
Who are my cousins too then when you do

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 22, 2014, 9:56 am

Smoke Break Rat Reality

Whenever I pull a Pall Mall from the pack
The dogs get excited get ready to attack
The rat that scorned them they had warned before
Waiting out there laughing at them they just know
Having an itch and wanting to scratch
That imaginary rat unwary

But if real I imagine that he or she
Would be wary of this rat reality

Though the dogs know what they want when they go
Caught up in whatever they might catch
Dogs of the desert in the desert no more
In the gritty city now who know what to do
How at smoke break two abreast to burst then through the door
To exercise their curiosity

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 21, 2014, 10:44 pm

Best of All

for Shy

Yes I guess it was my tummy thing
Your especially nice one singing
To my madness through my sadness and
In my heart across the sky to me

Golden girl of sun and sea and strong
Your heart made mine want to sing along
And when you were back home on holiday
Then your loveliness took my breath away

That along with all the rest of you
That made me fall for all completely
I recall Shy as the best of you
Someone good who understood me too

Best of all you always understand
Me double in case I have trouble
And if and when it could have been one part
Of you it would have been your loving heart

Hearts want what they want may have their say
And who are we to stand in their way?

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 20, 2014, 6:53 pm

What We Are Made Of

Each of us is on a journey
Of discovery of soul
To find out who we really are
What it really takes to be
Through breaks and mistakes that makes us whole
Being what we are made of

And the us of you and me
Is two souls parallel who see
Seeking finding not so far
But here within us through the skin
How you and I now as we are free
Seeing we are made of love

To seek and find reality
The only way out is in

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 20, 2014, 6:15 am


Far away a day behind
A dollar short but never mind
You enjoy my company
As I do yours as you can see

Love as of our humankind
Transcendental existential
Not before us nor behind
But here and now for you and me

Across the sky till I am gone
Shy will be my Guardian

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 18, 2014, 8:53 pm


for Shy

All over the world now those who live by fear
Fail to understand somehow why they are here
Reactive their resistance hyperactive

But those of us who know love grow proactive
Transcending fear in the here and now by love

We know we need to grow are not afraid of
Changing or reality's rearranging
Of circumstance who take our chance on being

Letting go of fear we know why we are here
And ultimately nothing is more freeing

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 17, 2014, 11:19 pm

Down and Out in Santa Ana

for Shy

Down and out in Santa Ana
About to steal a banana
About to doubt my sanity
But as I was I am to be
Without a doubt about it mad
My mind not fit for vanity
I find though mindful I might add
So now about to venture out

Beyond good and evil about
To steal a banana I guess

Surviving if just more or less
To carry on and then be gone
Who falling through the cracks between
Society as never been
Has never been happier but
Had more of month no matter what
Than money on his debit card
And so he fell not far but hard

And he is me though I wish now
He might be someone else somehow

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 16, 2014, 11:02 pm

My Own Thing (work in progress...)

I fell through the cracks have come to be here
Surprised to see some live by fear
Having served my time some I have observed
A son of privilege who seems
Derisively dismissive of the dreams
Of lesser-thans like you or me
For he is better than we are says he
Prickly with privilege undeserved

A son of privilege falls through hard
Cut off from his father's credit card

His beer is cheap his thought not deep to keep
That privileged illusion when
He sees us lesser-thans rising again
He has to keep that state of mind
As the best as the rest are left behind
Not as tough as I had heard of
But the rest are the best of us I find
And my own thing is for humankind

So transcending fear though I am here
Having my own thing I live by love

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Jul 14, 2014, 9:42 pm

Seven Times Seven

"Do not be afraid"
The angels always said
In the stories of
The glories of their love

And then they would say
Something to save the day
Some love from heaven
Some loaf for the leaven

But when they appear
They have always been here
The angels within
Where love has always been

Not something apart
From love is of my heart
Seven times seven
The circle in the square

Do not be afraid
I will always be there

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Jul 13, 2014, 3:58 am


for Franziska

The clouds were orange but subject to change
Through to blue in the pattern of the light
And now they go grey and so rearrange
Themselves into the pattern of the night

Soon by the full moonlight waiting I see
Empty arms opening waiting for me

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Jul 12, 2014, 4:48 am

Always Now

Gas station hot dog in my hand
I look up to the supermoon
Howling like an animal

So bright its light I understand
How always now is never soon
But presently eternal

Always now is the time I feel
The wind of spacetime in my face
That makes reality real

The thing itself the means of grace
The intersection of the now
With the here the reason how

Nothing before me nor behind
Only always now I find

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Jul 12, 2014, 12:18 am

The Only Cure

I wish I could go back in time knowing what I know
Even though I know how no one could now even so
Time goes one direction at the intersection of
Here and now and only forward in the search for love

So I know to not look back forget what I regret
Easier said than done though looking back to forget
What I recall for all my days or maybe always
Love I sought and found and lost that I remember yet

The only cure for sure for me is finding love again
To mind it kindly when I do and never look back then

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Jul 9, 2014, 11:02 pm

Across the Dark

What are we afraid of?
Some are afraid of love

To whom it seems a star
Too far too hard to see
What is clear but for fear

Though love is not too far
For who are dear to me
So you are near to me

A spark across the dark
An arc from spark to spark

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Jul 8, 2014, 7:32 am

Another Us

Human beings being human seeking to find
Another iteration of the human mind
Find each other in relation mind as we do
Another spark across the dark another us to
Know as we are known as we show as we are shown
Human beings being human in humankind

We have found each other brother sister as we
Find and mind in one another our humanity

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Jul 1, 2014, 1:49 am

Goddess I Guess

God that woman

Goddess I guess
No more but no less
What I dream when I do
Again and again
As who might too

And then what might have been

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Jun 30, 2014, 9:51 pm


Monday is one day
I would make a fun day
If I could I would
And when I can I do
Living many through

Now somehow forgiving
Monday by living
Through as who understood
Monday was unique

How Monday could be blue
As first of the week
But how blue would it be?
The blue now I see
Monday running through me
And you maybe too

Tuesday was good news day
Still may be again
Because what I choose may
Choose then to begin
Wednesday Thursday Friday
Saturday but then

Sunday will slide away
Till it may be when
First thing Monday morning
Comes bearing warning
Or comes wearing mourning
Blue dreams coming true

If they would they could
And when they can they do
Monday is one day
Rightly taken lightly
When its then is now

One to make a fun day
Anyway somehow

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Jun 30, 2014, 12:43 am

The Sign of the Pig

At the sign of the pig
They roasted one and he was big
As pigs go more or less
They said he was smiling and yes
He might have been you know
As pigs go and as that one went
Served like a sacrament

Glad I am not a pig I guess
But also not a prig
About this pig whose face would grace
The photos of my friends
Or what the means mean to the ends
The means of grace to be
Pork-free potato chips for me

He left his cryptic smile
To linger in my mind awhile
And be his monument
But faced with what I could not taste
That smiling countenance
So roasted did not go to waste
Nor to the waist of Lance

So I was satisfied
Though sorry for the one who died

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Jun 26, 2014, 1:36 am

Open to the Free

The chemical straitjacket of the shrinks who
Always think they know but never do
Does not fit me because they do not get me

Left behind to right my mind myself
In my age in an age of anxiety
Falling through the cracks of society

But minding higher finding a higher shelf
Alone and on my own a better
Remedy to free me not to fetter

Not medication exploration
Freeing me so I may see what I may see
From the view up here surprisingly clear

Up above where love is the explanation
The voice of love never answers to fear
Though the door is always open to the free

So here I am where I want to be

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Jun 24, 2014, 9:12 pm

An Other You

Some get me sometimes now and then or not
Others get me all the time no matter what
Because I am an other too like who
Does not forget others and who gets me too
Being another like an other you

And that is who I think I am and the what
That matters as I am and as I do

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Jun 21, 2014, 3:13 am

Gas Station Cheeseburgers

Gas station cheeseburgers my principal nutrition
Circumspectly small in quantity as quality
Somehow not enough to make me fat but it is that
By adaptation to my awkward situation
Being nuts I get in ruts and do not do my best
About things not poetry no doubt but for the rest
I follow my instinct allow my intuition
To take me how it takes though it makes a fool of me

As to what and where and why I leave that to the sky
Leaving it to me to be whatever I may be
Living like an animal I find but mindfully
Not knowing how but learning now turning as I go
Though I turn in circles learning day by turning day
Even though I never know I know me even so
Gladly living madly in an awkward position
Giving all the love I have before I have to die

Life gives me another day to give my love away
So I am again by love and curiosity
When I am now as I have been so many years then
As I was I am because how I will be again
Coming as I have to be because actually
Though I may be strange subject to change becoming free
To make my mistakes now as it takes me how it takes
Here as what I make of it is what it makes of me

In my awkward situation of discovery
These gas station cheeseburgers taste like reality

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jun 19, 2014, 11:03 pm

Songs Unheard As Yet Unsung

I know someone who shows me
How to be named Chenibie
And she would know because she
Is who is now as somehow
Someone who could show me how
To be as I am learning

As the brokenminded heal
And as the world is turning
Life goes on and so do we
As we know us as we go
I know someone who is real
I know someone who knows me

As the old learn from the young
And the brokenhearted feel
Songs unheard as yet unsung

+Steven Curtis Lance

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