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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Apr 11, 2013, 8:09 am


Reality



The ones by whom the rules are made
Seem to me to be those most afraid
Not boding too well for reason
When in an unreasoning season

Who refuse love to live by fear
Are those who choose to lose around here
Right about now reality
Refusing them quite reasonably

Those who deny it should try it
Nothing to be afraid of and not
A monster only what is what
No matter how many deny it

Let what happens happen to me
Getting it how I happen to be
Come then become me now I see
Reality is OK by me

To be and being to see clear
How to be is now and here



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 9, 2013, 8:04 am


Down in Marble Town



speak beak



The moss grows on the north side of the trees and on these
Marmoreal memorials down in marble town
Standing stones for those who are not standing anymore
Grey granite maybe red like my mother's is instead
But stone and they are all of them together alone
Though whether they are anywhere or not is not known

Cool off in the mausoleum hear the organ play
No hands or hands unseen between the shadows of stone
That heat downstairs that radiates through smoked glass to say
Silence unbroken what is better left unspoken
Forget about it go outside and look at the trees
The moss grows on the north side of the stones and on these

Where big fat blue-black ravens flying in from everywhere
Attending all the funerals dressed up to get down
Speak beak where life is teaching us to care and not to care
Marmoreal memorials down in marble town



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Apr 8, 2013, 3:15 am


The Walls



My own fingers were the bars these hands the walls
But the prison of imagination falls
The freedom of imagination rises
Opening hands and eyes to life's surprises

When we are free to see as we were meant to
See then to be as we were meant to be who
Though we may not know it have always been free
Those who lock us up are only you and me

But the prison of imagination falls
Realizing we are free to our surprise
Your own fingers are the bars those hands the walls
Let the freedom of imagination rise

Open your eyes realizing you are who
You are when you were meant to be then go do
Whatever it may be in your heart to see
Happen whoever you may happen to be

And however far you go is not too far
Make it happen now be happy how you are



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Apr 7, 2013, 9:14 pm


Constellation



for you my friends



In the dusty desert far away from you
I do what I do about though without you
Far in a way but in another close too

Our propinquity may not always be seen
But existing unseen we know what we mean
Our closeness exceeding the distance between

As it does because this is the way it was
To be the way it is with propinquity
Now we are together transcendentally

And no matter how far away we all are
Because now of what our propinquity does
We are a constellation as each a star



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Apr 6, 2013, 9:56 pm


Between Moon and Sun



I was a long time coming but I came
As close as I ever wanted to fame
To know and be known and to not be alone

And it feels good now to be understood
To realize how I am not to blame
Between the desert sun and the final flame

In order to find myself I had to
Lose it all after all to be and do
Existentially as the essence of me

And so I am by reduction to this
Myself instilled distilled into this kiss
Of me just what you see as who I must be

This kiss of me that lives on flame and air
No longer to blame transcending the shame
Of the past at last to become everywhere

As in a way I am everyone
Turning but learning between moon and sun



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 6, 2013, 8:36 am


Just Me



When the dogs are dusty
And the sky is rusty
Then I take my trusty
Pipe from its silken purse

One could do a lot worse
Than smoke marijuana
And this one does because
That is what this one does

And I know I wanna
Be so I do just do
To be must do be to
Be and do and to be

Who I must be just me
But I can share with you



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 4, 2013, 12:06 am


What



to the reader from the writer



What we have between us is existential
Elemental not coincidental
How it has come now to mean us me and you
We who fall but not alone after all

What haunts us what we want what we once dreamed of
Is what we got is what it is as what came true
As the consequence of transcendental love
As consequential because it was essential

So then just when we thought we were alone
Falling someone else after all must have known
We who have seen the meaning in between
When we were not as alone then as we thought

What I love best of you is you know what I mean



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Apr 2, 2013, 9:41 pm


Raven's Wing



for Daffodil



Beat of a raven's wing
Through the night air
Could have been anything
I heard you there

Morning birds are singing
Ready for dawn
Some things are everything
When you are gone

Sending my love to you
All the day long
Then my way how I do
Now by this song

Sent on a raven's wing
Love is everywhere



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Apr 1, 2013, 11:28 pm


Three Puzzle Pieces



I. The Wintering Lion



When I wake up in the morning without warning
In pain insane then I get high so I get by
And so it is again I begin this morning
Determined now to live somehow before I die

I rise to my surprise to smile awhile before
Giving up my living up by living up to
My dreams it seems by giving living all the more
Giving forgiving getting by forgetting too
Remembering who loves me I remember you
With your love above all between either and or
As the meaning between us to mean what I do

Unsure as it were about afterward with doubt
And faith on the outs when what it seems all about
Is not my dreams it seems but my reality
As good as any then I get up and let out
A roar as before the wintering lion sees
Entering winter on his own but not alone
Above it all the love of all his friends like these

Like you in fact who keep intact his sanity
Such as it is by love as much as anything
Above all the futility and vanity
Of it all after all beyond the suffering

Still by love the lion lives to love and always will
Merlot marijuana and the Laughing Daffodil



II. Saturday Anyway



Good Friday was an existential day
Of days in its own quintessential way
Unbecoming but Easter is coming
Not a moment too soon now and somehow
Though once I loved its unbecoming mien
Of dark I have seen some light come between

At first they were stars I thought but were not
Were some unanswered questions I forgot

Remembered inconveniently and when
The same unquestioned answers came to mean
Many things if anything becoming
Living for dying or trying to then
Allowing daylight in on magic now
Forgiving but not going back again

And soon if not Holy Saturday
It will be Saturday anyway



III. Set to Rise



One must set to rise again
Set to rise through in between
The sun knows what I mean
Setting out there like me
Pixelated through the screen
There goes another one

To rise again and be
Tomorrow while today I
Who get but precious few
Moments in the sky then
Borrow a few to get through
Getting through getting it done

Tomorrow to borrow sun
Getting on getting it too
As I am and as I do
Where day with night between
Is the way there then again
There is here and now is when

Setting out there like me
Pixelated through the screen
But to rise again and be
The sun knows what I mean
Set to rise through in between
One must set to rise again



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 30, 2013, 3:46 am


Saturday Anyway



Good Friday was an existential day
Of days in its own quintessential way
Unbecoming but Easter is coming
Not a moment too soon now and somehow
Though once I loved its unbecoming mien
Of dark I have seen some light come between

At first they were stars I thought but were not
Were some unanswered questions I forgot

Remembered inconveniently and when
The same unquestioned answers came to mean
Many things if anything becoming
Living for dying or trying to then
Allowing daylight in on magic now
Forgiving but not going back again

And soon if not Holy Saturday
It will be Saturday anyway



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 29, 2013, 11:28 am


People



for Daffodil for Easter



People are people and love is love
Transcending whatever forever

This is who we are and what we do
And now this is how we understand
Why we are here when love makes it clear

There is a meaning between us and
Of all people I love you above
Beyond whatever I ever knew

Love makes it clear then why I am here
Come what may and whatever they say
To love you now rather than never

People love people and I love you
Forever and ever and ever



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Mar 28, 2013, 7:42 pm


Cock of the Walk



When a rooster crows
Another one knows
Crowding on the scene
Just what must be done
That he is the one
To cock a do it
Too to doodle do
It to get to it
Get it done one who
Just knows how it goes
How he must crow too

Hearing to be heard
Louder and prouder
Than the other and
Yet to get through it
Prouder if louder
To see and be seen
By who understand
Like you do what I
Mean speaking though by
Not speaking a word
But volumes between

How do you do and
Cockadoodle do
I understand and
I think you do too
How a barnyard row
Sounds like life now to
Me ultimately
Though spoken by squawk
A rooster or two
In token of love
Insisting to be

Talking the talk of
The cock of the walk



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Mar 27, 2013, 5:34 pm


On Saturday Night in Spring



for all my Facebook friends



A tuba is toodling
A rooster cockadoodling
Bearded goats are yelling
And there is just no telling

A trumpet is calling
A singer sings of falling
In love and out no doubt
What the night is all about

A violin rises
Embracing the surprises
And the voice of the dog
Chasing upward through the fog

You might hear anything
On Saturday night in spring
So I write this noodling
While the tuba is toodling

Hoping to make you smile
On a weekday for awhile



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Mar 26, 2013, 7:41 pm


Autumn Spring



for Phil Matogo



I went for sun and fun and found one of them anyway
But where what goes who knows until it comes back round someday

Back and forth before it springs forth down south then up north when
Spring brings back the lost never mind it cost forever but
All I ever had then was now because no matter what
I was told getting old back round when they thought now was then
Forgetting how young now is whatever the old may say
They taught me wrong though I learned right so earned the right to sun
And fun though always had it anyway like anyone

But I remember now and I want spring to come today
Though I had fun I want the sun to smile awhile on me
I went for sun and fun and found the sun still on its way
Eluding me concluding though what goes still comes again
When one who was gone has come like the dawn then what will be
Will be as it was still be and because of what spring does
For love as above so below so we know the meaning

Back round from the back and forth spring going forth and growing
Within us too who know the meaning: love means everything



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Mar 18, 2013, 8:38 pm


The Beard of God



for the Laughing Daffodil



I have the beard of God now
Reflected though if true
By few known from afar
The beautiful uncut hair of graves
As one said once who looked like me
Respected one who knew
Or could have been me somehow

Better late than never to know
Bound whatever round I go
What should destroy me is what saves
Me ultimately to be
How I must be now and then
To be just how I would again
When time is not my enemy

Nothing grows unless it goes
Revolving I resolve
Turning learning to evolve
Unfettered for better or worse
For the wear of care but for the best
Of all having passed the test
Of love one with the universe

And you who understand how
Reflected as we go
I have the beard of God now
Respected one you know
Afar is not too far
Unbearded though you are I see
You look like God to me



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 12, 2013, 12:28 am


For Daffodil for St. Patrick's Day



For St. Patrick's Day she can be Daff O'Dil
She was not last year but this year she will
For all I know from so far away
Though I dream of the Daffodil all day
And night but that is all right with me

The Daffodil blooms in my heart to be
The flower to power my destiny
Through poetry to reality
For St. Patrick's Day or any day you please
The Daffodil blooms in ways like these

Or a day like this in a way like a kiss
For days like these of the Daff O'Dil



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Mar 10, 2013, 6:35 pm


Bowser Marisol and Me



Big dogs who sniff each other's butts
Do not mind that I am nuts
For all they know I might be right
Gently gone to my good night

Though quite out of my mind daresay
Mind they find me kind my way
The kind of cat that they might be
Rightly now how to be me

I trust someone must so I do
Or die and here I am for
The pack to be just one dog more
Three dog nights instead of two

Through crazy days with big dogs who
Sniff each other's butts and my
Own for unknown reasons then when
Here I am in Rome again

When friends know I can ill afford
Anything anymore so
Here then by love now at their word
I will be me but more so

When not at home but when in Rome
We who do the best we can
One who is nuts two who sniff butts
Two big dogs and one small man

Three of us under the dog star
Of an unfamiliar sky
Who wonder having come this far
But know how when in Rome now

Together interspecially
Nice to know us anyway
Alla famiglia as we say
Bowser Marisol and me



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Mar 8, 2013, 2:04 am


A Coupla Curly-Tailed Dogs



for Marisol and Bowser



A coupla curly-tailed dogs being who
They are how they are now the way they do
Who when they hear a goat go even though
They know a goat goes nowhere even so
They go check it out a doubting snout or two
Going where goats go seeing and being

Marisol and Bowser adventuring
Snuffling and seeing shuffling and peeing
Venturing being them doing their thing
Going where goats go though nowhere is where
Goats go not too far through that fence there they are
Next door as before being and seeing

A coupla curly-tailed dogs being who
They are how they are now the way they do



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 7, 2013, 7:50 pm


The Who of We



lines on LSD for the Laughing Daffodil



So here I am flying on acid now
Falling like a star through the sky somehow
Rising surprisingly though even so
But in a good way what on a good day
Like this might be considered a kiss for
One who just wanted to be happy or
Die trying to as flying I will do
My best to be me one free to be who
I am whoever to do whatever
One who would never try could never know
Now or never never mind forever

What did forever ever do for me
But confuse me about reality
Making me lose by refusing to be?
As I now intend to and as I do
How I intend always to be with you
Who are the me of you the you of me
As who when you make me feel like a star
The star you are is us the star we see
Is what it takes and shakes us makes us be
Two for the sky then rising to be free
Nor is it too far for the stars we are

Flying and trying living not dying
The you and me of us the who of we



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Mar 4, 2013, 1:49 am


What Is



I. Winter



When I am furthest gone when deepest hidden
Then is when the manatees are ridden
Dugongs driven through the riven sea by me

When seen the least to feast on fantasy
Mano a mano a manatee or two

When I am almost not when dugongs do
Then to deal with what is real by what is not
To feel what is what I almost forgot



II. Spring



Because what was given what is or to be
Through me will be my what by whatever
Still be all I ever know of forever

Through thick to thin about free of my skin
Seeing me freeing my bones outside from in

More of the stars than so little of me
The stars we are sparks through the dark unbidden
Understood more wonderful for being hidden



III. Summer



So I write nonsense though I sense by the light
Of one written gone flown smitten by night
That what was wrong all along was what was right

What was mad about me glad being who
I was because it was good being with you

Understood gone to wonder on and on
Being who are seeing bright as any star
Though out of sight through light to poetry



IV. Fall



Writing to reality through fantasy
Furthest hidden deepest found from afar
Though out of mind now to find out how we are

Whatever forever never could be
For we are what is in his and hers or his

And his or hers and hers we are what is
What by whatever no matter what and but
For us lonely nothing or only what is not



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Mar 1, 2013, 7:46 pm


Moles



I wonder what will moles
Do down there in their holes
Now that things are getting
More and more like spring?

I have been wondering

Were they asleep then all
That time before when fall
Turned to enter winter
Did they enter too?

I wonder as I do

Will they wake now to be
Moles how I used to see
Holes my souvenirs of
Their digging for love?

I dig moles and they
Dig anyway



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Feb 28, 2013, 7:10 am


Moonrise



for Daffodil



The moon rose something like a pumpkin in the sky
I watched it rise and then as it went by
My little window out here up into the clear
From underneath to wonder as I do
About who understands me about you
And how you are tonight now my favorite star

I see you up there rising with the moon
In my heart already and out here soon
Where you always come to me no matter how far
Your love the gift that lifts me up as I
Understand how wonderful it is now you are
And I surprise myself by rising too



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Feb 26, 2013, 1:03 pm


With You



for Daffodil for her birthday



A drink and a smoke
A joint or two or three
A think and a joke

Me and you

When who is you and me
Being us is fun

We are who

When one then is two
Underneath the sky where
You and I are there

Who are why

Wondering about it
Being two at one

You and I

No bout-a-doubt it
Being with you



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Feb 23, 2013, 7:30 pm


Jackass



er ist und bleibt ein Asinus



A jackass heehawing
Some yahoo yeehawing

What is the difference
But the insouciance
Of one who does not know
He is one even so?

A jackass knows what he
Is but innocently
Heehawing his to be
Or not to be to be

Two each no one's but his
But one knows what he is



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Feb 23, 2013, 4:06 pm


Humanity



Dogs go nuts till they sniff each other's butts
Determining their wherefores from their whats
No ifs ands or buts about it only
Dogs who like as not like us are lonely

Roosters too have to cockadoodle do
Awhile before they smile and say hello
Louder and prouder determining who
Is us and who is them just so they know

When like you and me then they can agree
Again on wherefore and/or what to be
Their cockadoodling done sniffed one on one
Like you and me in our humanity



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