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Oct 1, 2013, 7:09 pm


Perrisian Songs



from rural Riverside County near Perris California



I. Here I Am



I hear horses neighing
Hear what they are saying
As hello how are you

To animals like me
And so I answer too
Out here in the country

When in Rome what to do
If you wonder weighing
How to know if staying

Do you hear them neighing?
And yes here in my heart
I hear them too I guess

I hear them call as though
They call to me and so
Here I am more or less

At home when in Rome
Then let the country start



II. White Dog Poop



Why oh my is this dog poop white
Somehow? This mystery I see
Before me turned by moonlight or
What need dog poop be white now for?
But this dog poop is white all right

It is as though full moons had bleached
Fantastic feces shipwrecked beached
On sandy strands of fantasy
Shat out by dogs of destiny
In snowy bonfires one two three

White dog poop answers vanity
With questions of my sanity
Though might as well so what the hell
Why not go any color when
Surprising dog stars rise again?

What happens happens out of sight
But under dog star light tonight
With canine curiosity
I wonder if I might see what
White dog poop looks like from the butt?

It is a mystery to me
But this dog poop is white all right



III. Rooster



A rooster is never at rest
Ever boosting himself as best
Would he could crow on Everest

To cock a doodle do

Would crow anywhere he could go
To sow his best for show nor rest
Go do his doodle do beau geste

For him nor me or you

Do his duty to walk the talk
A gawking squawking so-and-so
Who knows he is cock of the walk

So many of him too

And so he is will be and was
He whose shtick is to be a dick
A doodle do who doodle does

Ever boosting himself as best
A rooster is never at rest



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 29, 2013, 10:36 pm


Shutdown



Cockadoodle Cruz got on the news
The Boner got into the booze again
Having the blues and ready to cry
While all of the rest of us wonder why
Money and power conspire to confuse

If these are the best of us today
Let me be the first of the worst to say
We could do better had better do
Something about the fetter of this coup
And its peculiar heartlessness

Though given enough rope somehow suppose
They are hanging themselves now and heaven knows
There never was a there there anyway
For the heart is not a part of it I guess
Nor find the mind or soul in Cruz control

Though reactionaries can be very slow
Evolution continues even so
In the revolution of the open mind
The open heart unafraid to be kind
In you and me we who just want to be free



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Sep 26, 2013, 8:21 pm


Merry Madman



Told he was a sinner on Sunday
He said yes he was so hoped one day
To get some in commit some sin
Sold he asked when could he begin

He felt without but he knew within
How opportunity had never
Come between him and forever
Until a voice said in his head:

"Raised for heaven raise hell now instead"
Said might as well the hell you are in
He said what the hell might as well
"First thing in the morning on Monday"

So he lived and loved until he was dead
But prayed for forgiveness anyway
As he made his mark on society
Though mad so glad because he was me

I was a very glad man
Because a merry madman

I could have been a bad man
But I was not I forgave and forgot
So I was glad though some were not

Had they known how they would have been
Those who know now they should have then

Though I did and so I got rid
Of wondering when to find whenever
What if to mind whatever

Now as a very glad man
Because a merry madman



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 25, 2013, 3:44 pm


I Hope



Only the hopeful may see it I guess
But the world is making progress
The way it always does making a mess
But getting better more than less
At least when I think of humanity

As to the environment I hope we
Are not too late but hope to see
Us try anyway for a better way
To live to love another day
I think we are beginning to get it

Something is happening let it
Happen as it happens as happiness



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Sep 23, 2013, 8:31 pm


Especially



for you my friends



Any day is a good day to be
A perfect opportunity
But today is especially good for me

One of many as good as any
One of many perfect opportunities
Any of many days like these

But good to be today especially
You never know maybe my dream may be true
Forever may be today maybe

Whenever it is though is good I see
To be today and do what I do
Whatever you do may it be for you too

The me in you knows the you in me
Together individually
As the you in me shows the me in you

Especially us especially free
Today may we be especially



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Sep 22, 2013, 2:30 pm


Too Too



one for the Iron Grandmother



Fossilized pharaohs of narrowness
Elders of grave renown
Put their feet down to beat down progress
Back in Orange my hometown

When I was a kid that was what they did
Because the Bible told them so I guess

The City Fathers according to
The Iron Grandmother
Were worthy of mockery were who
Were even too too for her

The only way she could ever get rid
Of them was death or taxes in excess

Grandma was too but not too too so
That shows they must have been
Some very too too old men you know
When I was a kid back then

The fear that haunts my hometown was to blame
Some City Mothers now but still the same



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Sep 21, 2013, 6:49 pm


Heartbeat of Your Mind



for Franziska



My brain is damaged and my mind is sick
But I know this I can do this trick

Can make words fly in formation like birds
Like synchronized swimmers of the sky
Right before your eyes or right behind
Where I lost the song but I found the words

Dancing to the heartbeat of your mind
Where you might find us there you and I



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 20, 2013, 8:12 pm


White Dog Poop



Why oh my is this dog poop white
Somehow? This mystery I see
Before me turned by moonlight or
What need dog poop be white now for?
But this dog poop is white all right

It is as though full moons had bleached
Fantastic feces shipwrecked beached
On sandy strands of fantasy
Shat out by dogs of destiny
In snowy bonfires one two three

White dog poop answers vanity
With questions of my sanity
Though might as well so what the hell
Why not go any color when
Surprising dog stars rise again?

What happens happens out of sight
But under dog star light tonight
With canine curiosity
I wonder if I might see what
White dog poop looks like from the butt?

It is a mystery to me
But this dog poop is white all right



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 19, 2013, 12:16 am


Jump



I like a poem you can jump rope to
Can sing out strong so is what I do
The question is why the answer why not
Had I anything this would be what
But I have got this though all I have got
What ultimately is enough for me
To jump the rope of mortality

I take it all in and write it all out
Make it up as I go write it down
All in and out all on my own about
Life with or without love and no doubt
As done as one who has done without
One with something to be alone about
Upside down then as my former frown
Now as I am happy somehow to see
Some like it snappy lucky for me

I hope to make it snappy trust I can
One who must make it snappier than
Some do and happy to come be with you
As I am as you are as a star
As I become who it happens to
Stardust through dust as we happen to be
Who jump the rope of mortality

As why of why not I do what I do
I like a poem you can jump rope to



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Sep 17, 2013, 10:15 am


Like a Star



The night sky opens like an open book
The moon so bright it hurts my eyes to look
To see the stars who see me as they fall

Without a doubt about the chance they took
When they understood then and now they would
Do it all over again if they could

In memory of what they did for love
Who see the light now see how it is good
For a star too far or a world too small

I too fell like a star to fall too far
For love of one who loved me not at all
But all the way down I fell like a star



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Sep 17, 2013, 5:35 am


Nineteen



I never got raptured before I died
Never got captured but my brain got fried
By encephalitis in a coma when
I was nineteen and ever since then
I have been nineteen if you know what I mean

Married and buried but then again
I never stopped being nineteen in between
Unmarried time has tarried for me now
But then again only lonely somehow
Though I am nineteen if you know what I mean

I go on with the show because I know
Someday somebody may know what I mean



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Sep 15, 2013, 9:41 pm


Diet



My stomach got wrinkled when trickle-down tinkled on me
Got flat at that but got there the hard way through poverty
And got to be not there when nobody cared thick to thin
Becoming concave when trying to save my sanity

Losing it then again it appealed to my vanity
To make do by grace taking up less space losing to win
Getting to know bones through skin letting outside sidle in
Because where I had been there was no there there anymore

An effect of the economy on me I could see
Or not see as the case may be for part of me was gone
But what was left kept right on going and improving on
The loss of gain by proving less is more and moving on

Sculpted through subtraction when the forces of reaction
Trickled-down and tinkled on me to their satisfaction
Stressful though successful then a body I could die for
My diet (do not try it) of the crazy and the poor



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Sep 10, 2013, 10:10 am


Sky News



Tut-tutting Tories on Sky News
Harrumphingly pump rump-roast views
A British tabloid on TV
Murdochian and not for me
Therefore their offer I refuse

Wish I could see the BBC



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Sep 9, 2013, 10:27 am


Thanks Doc



for Doc PenPen



Far away across the sea
Doc PenPen understands my poetry
And I understand his too

So what I would like to do
Is honor my friend as he honors me



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Sep 8, 2013, 7:22 pm


The Bus to Fabulous



I left my heart in tan Franziska, so this is for her



Having been around the wheel I find I have found
To my mind it gets better as I get it going round

Marijuana and Merlot and menthol cigarettes
About all I live by but I have no regrets
As eating almost not at all at my fall of time
I breathe the universe and set it all to rhyme

Love is what we are and why we do what we do
For without me there is no you nor no me without you

So let us get on the bus to fabulous by chance
And by happy happenstance let us join the dance
Of stars in the sky who like us too must wonder why
And live all we can because I hear we must die

Before we must I hope and trust you to be who
Are hip to trip and slip away to join the circle dance

Any of the many we who get it to get through
Just the all of us on the bus to fabulous
Let us get on before it is gone and let us go
Round and round to end up right here for all we know

Going nowhere we go everywhere even so
To trip the serendipity of happy happenstance

Hip to trip and slip away with Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 8, 2013, 4:02 am


The Song Goes On



I used to think I was inscrutable
Hard to understand if not impossible
If possible at least improbable

But I must confess I guess I was wrong
Since you understand the singer and the song
As perfectly as if it were your own

Possibly impossible as anything
In spite of myself I am not alone
Probably improbable as I may be

In spite of and because of everything
You listen as if you were the one who sing
And so you sing the song along with me

You know how it goes before it is gone
After it is over how the song goes on



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Sep 5, 2013, 5:58 am


Smoothhound



Slipping into the dark
Like a smoothhound shark
Slipping into the sea
And the shark is me

Slipping into the night
When it feels just right
Slipping into the day
Going all the way

I swam and here I am
Have swum to become
The me that I will be
Have been and then some

Slipping like a smoothhound
Neither lost nor found



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Sep 2, 2013, 10:01 am


Like So



I took a look at my life and see
It is all up to my poetry
Now as how I am ultimately

How somehow now you remember me
And that is all right tonight to know
Though I go you go with me and so

Here I am as I am glad to be
How I am who poetically
I am now in your propinquity

Creating myself and breaking free
Like so who go with you as I go
Writing myself to reality

And so I write to thank you for
My poems with one more



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Sep 1, 2013, 10:39 pm


(work in progress...)



Bud sliced the watermelon before
He left and now I look at the door
Without a doubt someone cares about
Me of all people with or without
And it feels good to be understood



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Aug 31, 2013, 11:58 am


The Ship



I had the ship but it went down
In Orange my hometown
It went down hard and so did I
Who tried and failed to die
An unsuccessful suicide

And when I was the captain of
The ship I thought that love
Above all kept it from the rocks
But bankers changed the locks
To shut me out from my inside

So I went to the madhouse then
Was shut outside again
Where I have been since then to be
Homeless for poetry
Out of the womb from room to room

I had the ship but it went down
And when it did I cried
The tears that I had saved for then
Wish I had now but in
This desert afterlife have dried

I lost the ship that cost my mind
Before but not behind
And here I am in spite of me
Gone mad one free to be
When now is then again I find

Does the house always win? You bet
I did and what it cost
Was finding everything I lost
Still unsuccessful yet
The ship will not let me forget

And the ship is waiting now
To take me home somehow



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Aug 30, 2013, 6:29 pm


Haunting



I saw her practice smiling in the mirror crying
Living it up on the outside while inside dying
To live it down trying not to frown smile anyway

Dutifully smiling like her mother taught her to
The grin beneath the skin of the skeleton within
Beautifully tragic like the magic she could do
When it was over then again to make it begin
Disappearing like the Cheshire Cat gone to this day

Not forgotten though perhaps forgotten in the way
She haunted would have wanted remembered for trying
And haunting some of us somehow still left wanting now



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Aug 26, 2013, 12:38 am


The Dugong Song



Though slow the dugong never takes too long
Nor like a wizard ever late to be
For like the racing rat each pace its place
Each goes with what it knows whatever grace
It has evolved with or has made its own
And how the dugong has is his alone

The cheetah is unbeatable for speed
As pig or human for their need for greed
Though the cheetah could swim those other two
Except for a few would rather not do
Anything except what they are paid to
Treats receipts or fame our name in Who's Who

But a dugong going slow goes knowing
No need for greed nor speed so goes showing
No flurry of a hurry going free
The scurry and the worry of the pig
Or human for the petty nor the big
Disappoints the dugong daily to see

I saw pigs swimming in a magazine
Some of us have swum so know what I mean
When I say who may know just what to do
Is the dugong doing what he must who
I trust to know these waters as he ought
Recall what the rest of us all forgot

Though slow the dugong never takes too long
Nor do I who sang you The Dugong Song



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Aug 24, 2013, 3:45 pm


Not Yet



Say what you will of me
Heaven knows there are those
Who speak ill of me

And I hear and you fear
I am too sensitive
Of their lack of love

Though live and let live
To be clear I forgive
This is my token

Outlove the hate they chose
Having awoken
For having been broken

Outlive memory
If not forget not yet
Forgive now then forget

If not until when
I remember again
In my December then

Dying is easier than living
And forgetting harder than forgiving



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Aug 23, 2013, 11:35 am


You Again



I feel sunlight on my skin
But feel moonlight within

And when I do I think of you again



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Aug 23, 2013, 12:34 am


Thank You for Being



remember the roof



Once where I was there would be
Realtors giving reality tours
Reality as realty
Markets way up but they were up yours
Reality as fealty
But jolly and on a trolley

Ding-ding-ding and everything
Some wine and they feel fine

What a difference then I make when
"I" slips out again and in
Reality like the realtors who
Call to us to come back to
Slip us again like they really do
On a trolley decked with holly

Jingle mingle ding-ding-ding
I lost a friend of mine

Slip out with me now to see
Through our two-for-one reality
You there who share this with me
How reality understands us
If not realty and its bus
That jolly trolley of folly

Nothing can be anything
A glass for auld lang syne

We never got on the trolley of
Folly but got on with love
So thank you for being I am too
No fealty but no realty but
Reality no matter what
Form it takes or sense it makes or not

Whatever norm it breaks as who
Am really thankful for you being you



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