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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 25, 2017, 4:46 am

We Can Do Better Than This

Although I know it appears
To be going backward now
Reality in arrears
To those who chose yesterday
Forward is the only way
It knows how to go somehow

Although it gets bitter here
In the dark where we have been
Hope finds strength in what is right
Wronged but stronger through the fear
Opening minds overnight
Rising will surprise again

Until more and more find out
Better through the getting worse
Of the fewer who still miss
Out on what the universe
Means for us to be about
Love is what it means to be

Love the light by which we see
We can do better than this

Steven Curtis Lance

Oct 23, 2017, 12:15 am

A Spark in the Dark

I always knew what I wanted to be
In my lonely haunting of reality
Wanting only to be a poet when
Young and hungry to become somebody then

For it to come true I had to go through
With what I had to without what I had to
Leave behind to find what I had to find
Out about love had to go out of my mind

But having gone through it came true and now
Who and where and what I wanted this is how
Alone but not lonely if hauntedly
I want to do my best for the rest of me

To say what I mean and for it to mean
Something to somebody in the in between
Of seen and unseen between me and you
To live for love giving myself to be light

I always knew what I wanted to do
If only for this rising moment to shine
A spark in the dark otherwise tonight
Seen through other eyes between these lines of mine

Steven Curtis Lance

Oct 22, 2017, 3:55 am

I Love Hallowe'en

I love Hallowe'en
And have the eccentricity
Of using an apostrophe
From one E to the other E
In the in between

Jack o' lanterns and
Masks and makeup and monster feet
Asking for handouts trick-or-treat
Up and down both sides of the street
But you understand

You remember too
Before November winds blew in
That night reality grew thin
And magic brewed between us then
What we used to do

You know what I mean
I love Hallowe'en

Steven Curtis Lance

Oct 18, 2017, 9:20 pm

In the End

Having never been before somehow
It was now or never so I chose now
Better now than I have ever been
Having ended up beginning again

Not bitter about how it turned out
Now that I know what I learned the hard way
Mindful I had to find out about
How love is the only thing that matters
Even when reality shatters

I wonder but understand in the end
What I am here for is to transcend
To be more than ever before today
All I ever wanted anyway

Steven Curtis Lance

Oct 14, 2017, 6:58 pm

Shades of Us

with thanks to Guy Lance on the other side

My mother had brown
Eyes my father had blue
The brown was passed down
To me the blue passed through
To my daughter then
Two brown-eyed sons again

My Grandfather Lance
Was a poet like me
In the desert he
Had blue eyes that could dance
Knowing what they knew
At one hundred and two

About Lancelot
Camelot and old days
That were made always
In shades of us that got
Passed down from the old
To the young red and gold

Or Gules a Fess Or
For after our before
Shades of us in eyes
Of love in brown or blue
That have seen a lot
And I have seen it too

Love I recognize
In eyes to see me through
Seen through me too in
My eyes to rise again
Having been passed down
In eyes of blue and brown

Love is what we get
And what I have gotten
From unforgotten
Shades that do not forget
Shades that are not gone
But in our eyes gone on

Shades of us and of
Unforgotten love

Steven Curtis Lance

Oct 13, 2017, 11:59 pm


This tacky kakistocracy
Being embarrassing as
It is unhinged is cringeworthy

All the worthiness it has
In its illegitimacy
Mocking lost democracy

The worst and not the best of us
Punishing the rest of us
Unhingedly cringeworthily

Idiocracy came true
But nobody knew what to do
About who is you-know-who

Each day more impeachment-worthy
25 45 please
Whatever it takes anyway

Anything but please not these
Shenanigans of day-by-day
Cringeworthy indignities

Mueller please hurry up before
He gets us all killed this way
Whether by worry or by war

Until the day comes someday
When we will not cringe anymore

Steven Curtis Lance

Oct 7, 2017, 8:30 pm


for Franziska

When I knew I had gone mad
The rest of the way finally
Then is when I saw I had
Been sadly had been badly wrong
After all and all along
So took a look around to see
I had found the other side
Of my erstwhile reality

Looking at it from outside
I decided that I was free
Having fallen through a crack
In my erstwhile society
All the way with no way back
Through a fun-house one-way mirror
Into my interior

I found myself after the fall
Gone through the mirror one way
On the other side of the wall
Where the unseen can be seen
More clearly here in what I call
Being in the in between
With nothing left to prove at all
To anyone anyway

Seeing things but also seeing
In between them what they mean
Between these lines of mine being
Myself and seeing what for
Doing this thing I know how to
Better than I did before
I fell through that crack and broke through

Out of sight and out of mind
Out of the mind I left behind
Glad to be if I had to
Be to see this breakthrough of me
To do what I am glad to
Do but I had to go mad to
Having to go mad to be
Free to do what I had to do

The hard way but what I get
From it is this and this is it

Steven Curtis Lance

Oct 4, 2017, 4:16 am

Universal Kiss

I had to let myself go to know who I was
And what to do about it anyway
Having lived over winter given over to
An unexpected entering of spring

I found myself childlike but knowing what to do
This time around here when here is the thing
Some things I regret but most I forget because
My second childhood spring is underway

There has to be a reason for me now as I
Return for this second season to see
How it goes knowing how going on to know why
To be at this late hour or not to be

I found out on my way out my way out is in
Ready to go already having gone
Through winter to enter spring again and go on
Ready to be already having been

The lessons of the universe return until
We learn them (the hard way if we have to)
In winter then I knew when spring was coming through
Asking will you learn to answer I will

And this was the answer I had missed until then
Learning the hard way returning again
I found I had to give up to live up to me
The first time around I was mistaken

Then shaken awake when everything was taken
From me but this childlike simplicity
When the how of somehow becomes now forever
This becomes it more than ever before

Learning how it turns out to be now or never
This is it then at the what of what for
What I missed returned with a universal kiss
I learned my lesson the hard way for this

Steven Curtis Lance

Sep 27, 2017, 4:28 pm


The jackrabbits are back today
Leaning in habitually
Inclined to be italicized
Backhandedly toward what they mean

Seeing them be I realized
Today the way they always lean
Headfirst their ears inclined to be
Forwarded through the in between

As realized by the surprised
Factually actualized
Aslant into reality

When being here then seeing where
A little bit ahead of me
They are already being there
From here to there in nothing flat

In interdimensionally
Habitual jackrabbitry
Jackrabbits in their habitat
At the Hi-Desert hideaway

Glad to see them I had to say
The jackrabbits are back today

Steven Curtis Lance

Sep 16, 2017, 5:28 am


The wind was blurring a cloud
Slurring the words of the song of a bird
Singing it in a swinging tree
Being transcendental right out loud

Unafraid to sound absurd
Used to acoustical anomaly
Bringing its song along to me
The long way where I was there and heard

I might not have understood
The words in the end it sang in the wind
But heard it was out to transcend
Like I would too and that sounded good

When the wind blew in the night
And a bird remembered what I forgot
We transcend in the end or not
I thought a lot and knew it was right

The wind might blow me away
Already away I am ready here
I might appear to disappear
But I go on going anyway

Steven Curtis Lance

Sep 11, 2017, 5:31 pm

Something For My Trouble

Sometimes there has to be trouble before
The bubble pops and the mind sees more
Clearly about what the trouble is how
It nearly always was but for now
Trouble is not troubling me anymore
Having passed some sort of test somehow

Roughed-up and toughened by enough of it
To get what was sent and meant to get
A troubling of the mind all the way down
To find myself mindful or to drown

Having gotten through a lot of regret
Learning the hard way not to forget
With nothing to prove for better or worse
Being approved by the universe
To be as transcendental as I can
For the rest do the best I can do

Withdrawn but not gone and better off than
I was before trouble taught me what
Is ultimately real from what is not
Learning the hard way is turning out
Well for me now gone to hell coming through
Knowing not to be going again

Gone on but not gone going on to grow
I always wonder never quite know
Looking out for trouble looking for me
It took a lot of trouble to be

I can see why now it had to be how
It was because of how it is now
Coming through madness overcoming doubt
About my being and doing this
Learning it turns out the way out is in
Something for my trouble anyway

Coming the hard way I might as well stay
Wondering under this midnight sky
Never mind heaven but heaven knows I
Tried not to be but curiously
Found myself out of curiosity

Being like this too curious to miss
Seeing what the trouble was about

Steven Curtis Lance

Sep 8, 2017, 8:57 am

No Fear of the Dark

for Franziska


In my December I remember when
The thunder said turn back and I wondered
Forswear thy foolish ways is what it thundered
I wonder now again like I did then

I remember now how I was somehow
No turning back going wrong all along
Knowing but learning the hard way I was wrong
In my December I remember now

Though mad being glad I remember what
Is real after all seeing what is not
Sadder but wiser they say but what I say
Is when I was born it thundered that day


In corners better not to look
In consequence of a chance they took
In parallel reality

In an existential irony
In there without toxicity

In but not out of proximity
In where to be is not to be
In belittled little boxed-in hell

No vacancy in the roach motel


I had to choose between the Bruckner Third
Symphony on the radio
Or else what I thought was this bird I heard
That I had never heard before
Hearing it appear out the kitchen door

Having to choose to stay or go
Out and about to know or not to know
Unheard what this bird had to say
The dogs and I wondered but understood
Go out there no doubt Bruckner would
Still be on the air until afterward

Though they knew I had heard no bird
But misheard some flute in the symphony
Become a bird and fly away
The dogs were glad to go out anyway
To know or not to know with me


The light is so bright it hurts my eyes
The moon tonight rising to my surprise

O moon take me up too as you rise
To wake up the night shake things up like you
Seem to do O moon enlighten me
Wake me up fearless like you seem to be

No fear of the dark to frighten me
Surprise me and make me surprising too

Steven Curtis Lance

Sep 1, 2017, 4:57 pm

Ending Up

for Marisol and Bowser

No collars and no ties
Nothing binding us
No dollars but no lies
Nothing blinding us
So never mind the fuss

A sensitive snout
Or two out and about
As three of no doubt
Of one sensitive mind

Two old dogs and I
Amid a midnight sky
Follow our noses
To desert primroses
Whenever we find
Them opening their eyes

Out at this late hour
With fate reminding us
We two old dogs and
One old man understand
Us three of a kind

Transcending like we do
Soon the sun will rise
Through a lot but not through
Not yet anyway

Ending up at our
Hi-Desert hideaway

Steven Curtis Lance

Aug 30, 2017, 9:12 pm

Only Love

Having been a fool is how
I know not to be now
I know because I was what
I learned the hard way not
To be the way a fool does
Before it got too late

It got better so I was
Better late than never
Got better not bitter fate
Bloomed later than ever
Unexpectedly said yes
I guess nevertheless

Grown a little wiser at
The end to my surprise
Now that this is it and that
Is that I realize
In the ever after of
What matters: only love

Lonely though to get to know
To love is to let go
But it grew and it came true
In unexpectedness
What I got that got me through
Lots of meaninglessness

To get through what I had to
I had to love a lot
But did and I was glad to
And love is what I got
Having been a fool I learned
By having love returned

Not having expected it
Not having dared to feel
Having rejected it it
Was there and it was real
I was a fool to deny
What I know now is why

In between reality
Love is what it means to be

Steven Curtis Lance

Aug 23, 2017, 2:55 am


I use the word pignorant
Not meaning to imply
That all pigs are ignorant
But as it may apply

Root hog root my grandmother
Used to say in other
Words do what you have to do
To stubbornly break through

But despite their stubbornness
The pigs down on the farm
Blow up big but mean no harm
If greedy nonetheless

When humans act like pigs though
They never do it well
Porcine overlords from hell
Who though they never grow
Blow up bigger even so

Though humans I suppose
Those big pigs that heaven knows
Are close enough to call
Pignorant and hope they fall

Pigs who do not get it
So the reference I guess
Living to regret it
Is to their pigheadedness

Dead hands hold the controls
Kept us ignorant this way
Already sold their souls
Ready to be swept away

I do not want to be
Pignorant but to be free

Steven Curtis Lance

Aug 21, 2017, 5:28 pm

21 August 2017

The unthinkable was not
As unthinkable as I thought
What I doubted but turned out
What I try not to think about
Turned against reality
And people who thought they were free

Beyond unthinkable now
On the brink to think this through how
I do in this only way
I know to in this lonely way
No longer lonely to me
No matter what happens to be
Myself doing what I do

To think the unthinkable through
And to write down what I find
Write it right for my humankind
One to one anotherwise
Down but not out up for surprise
When up in the sky we see
The mystery of history
The humans I have in mind

My kind of humans being kind
Outgrowing this thoughtlessness
Finding this meanness meaningless
Wondering like I do and
Thinking it through who understand
What is wrong and what is right
In the dark as we look for light

To look in the right places
Is to see it in our faces
We find us in each other
As the hope of one another
Opening our hearts and eyes
Nothing can stop us when we rise

In the unthinkable dark
I think I see a spark

Steven Curtis Lance

Aug 13, 2017, 4:29 pm


for W. D. Lance

This side of the other is where
We are but there is something there
On that side of a great divide
Between the living and the dead

Seemingly we were meant to be
Were sent here for better or worse
Knowing to go on though and so
We went on with the universe

Surviving arriving this far
Where this is it and here we are
On our side of the far side we
Find out about mortality

Wondering if we understand
The implications of this and
On what seems like a need-to-know
Basis face our fate up ahead

Though once in a while we can tell
From our side of reality
One another in parallel
Not gone but gone on who got through

Waiting in line to take the ride
The other side is classified
Where the dead are living instead
Knowing to go on so they do

But I thank the dedicatee
Who declassified this for me

Steven Curtis Lance

Aug 4, 2017, 12:51 am


Awakening now
The future is here
Tomorrow has come

For shaking up how
It is after all
For choosing between
What is or is not

To rise or to fall
By love or by fear
To mean what we mean
Or be mistaken

Fear can only take
Only love can make
What is that is what
Is ultimately

In the shadow of
Fear a rising spark
Surprising the dark
In the name of love

We wonder about
It but understand
That this is it and
It will not go out

To love is to be
What is to become
Of us as we do
What makes us come true

How to be shaken
Up to make us see
The hope in our eyes
Our reality

Open to surprise
Now to awaken

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 31, 2017, 6:12 pm

The End?

And so here we go
The fearful say The End

I mean to transcend
Though and so I say no
To their fear of now
Becoming clear to see

Not for me not how
By love I came to be
And so I say yes
To love nevertheless

More than ever and
Before now or never
By love understand
How now is forever

How love is the spark
Of light here in this dark
Land from hand to hand
And so we overcome

The only thing fear
Is fearful of is here
And so here I go
By love now with my friend

And so here we come
This is when we transcend

Steven Curtis Lance

Jul 18, 2017, 6:36 pm


I want to disentangle
Myself from this jangle
Of dystopia coming to be

To overcome what haunts me
That I have lived to see
I want to be transcendentally

As curious as ever
Then but now was never
Like this furious stupidity

Looking back after the fall
Shenanigans were all
It took then to trick reality

Apart from not a part of
This opposite of love
Dystopia finds me left behind

In the alienation
Of my situation
I too am an alien I see

At a good time to transcend
That begins through the end
Better late than never to let go

Better late than never know
Through this insanity
Without me within my own still free

Still being me anyway
In dystopia though
Not of it seeing from far away

But finding myself I find
Out of an open mind
Hope in my heart for my humankind

Involving evolution
Evolving as it may
A kind of human revolution

Steven Curtis Lance

Jun 27, 2017, 9:17 pm

An Outside Chance

for Franziska

A deputy knocked me upside the head
Inside after I had returned from the dead
But that was when I was young before
Turning out to be ill I learned to keep still
Not anymore

The next time I was old enough that they
Chose from those younger to rough up anyway
Diagnosed I was dosed with a pill
Or two then in the lockdown psych ward until
Knocked out that way

The orderlies who were like deputies
With orders and orderly priorities
Enforced the disordered with a twist
Of force and of course I knew should I resist
They would insist

I teased an orderly about his hair
Almost got knocked out about it then and there
But too much paperwork if I died
Tied down to that yellow board so we both tried
To look away

Three times an unsuccessful suicide
Every time was my crime why I was inside
Haunted always wanting to transcend
Not giving up I do to the living end
Mad but not sad

Happier now than I have ever been
Because as it was then I had never been
I took a chance I forgot I had
What I got from inside looking out somehow
Glad I did now

On an outside chance outside looking in
That I take to be making the best of it
What I learned from inside looking out
Turned out to be now but never mind about
The rest of it

Finding myself out of trouble I stay
With hounds in a Hi-Desert hideaway

Steven Curtis Lance

Jun 27, 2017, 6:56 pm


This stupefying stupidity
Kleptocratic cupidity
Banality and venality
Acting reacting out of spite
Out of sight and out of mind tonight
Out of touch with reality
Is the numbing dumbing-down spectacle of
What happens to us without love

After the rise but before the fall
I wonder is there hope at all
Unable to bring myself to say
The name you know it anyway
By now and how I wish it could be
Another time in history
But here as they lock up democracy now
I fear this ends badly somehow

Sadly a bad time for me to be
A madman in a kakistocracy

Steven Curtis Lance

Jun 25, 2017, 9:35 pm

Somebody I Am Thinking Of

Franziska has what I have and
Because she does she can understand
And stand me for fifteen years or
However many between us we
Have shared comparing what we see

Having seen through the years between us
What we mean and that we mean us
Having seen us through we mean to be
And I see what she means to me

For more than however many more
Forever for now or never
However we are for whatever
Now hard to remember before
Knowing somebody who knows about
When reality is in doubt

No doubt about it somebody who
Knows me somebody to go through
It with and to go through with it too
Sharing it with her we compare
Our notes about bearing what we share

It feels good to be understood
Like only somebody like us could
Bearing with me with what we bear
Somebody like us is hard to find

Both of us out but of one mind
Two of a kind she knows what I mean
Through all the time and space between
Together in the in between where
Propinquity is everywhere
With somebody I am thinking of

Somebody I think I love

Steven Curtis Lance

Jun 21, 2017, 9:20 pm

Living for Love or Dying Trying

The news is so sad as to be sadistic
To be addicted to it feels bad
To me not being at all masochistic
This is a bad time for being mad

Though reality was confusing before
What seems unreality is more
As if this were a reality TV
Show I know is confusing to me
Already confused but refusing to be
Part of this stupid reality

It could be I had to go mad to transcend
To see this madness through to the end
As crazy outside of my head now I guess
As in is how it is more or less

I look on with horror but see I am not
Hallucinating that this is what
Is hurrying to happen and I worry
Stupefied as the stupid scurry
The news in the morning is cruel and sad
Warning of a habit going bad

But I know what is and it is love I know
Even though I am mad even so
I know who I am and I know how to do
What I do now that I am glad to

By taking the madness outside of my head
Inside and making it rhyme instead
Of succumbing to the numbing of the dread
Stupefying talking heads lying
Talking the living in fear into dying
Out of my head as they spread despair

Living for love or dying trying
In sad times may mad rhymes spread love everywhere

Steven Curtis Lance

Jun 10, 2017, 9:49 pm

Out There


At the slanting of the sun
On either end of day
That is when the rabbits run
Then warily away

A turkey vulture eyeing
The rabbits from the sky
Has a habit of flying
In circles by and by

For dying no denying
It I spy it trying
To carry the unwary
Off very scarily

Though they got away today
Tomorrow who can say?


Watching YouTube videos
About UFOs
The only alien
I see is lonely me again
Out there I suppose

I like to think there are
Some others from another star
Having come this far
Out there like me having been
Watching now and then

But then again who knows?


Life feels forgiving
So I feel like living

And though I grow old
I feel life is giving
Me reason to be

Let the lotus unfold
For one to forgive me

One to outlive me


Not a bad man but a madman I confess
Not always knowing what is going on I guess
Not lazy but crazy I enter my plea
As not guilty by reason of insanity
If I disappoint by my disjointedness

Steven Curtis Lance


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