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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 21, 2012, 1:19 pm


When Daffodil



When Daffodil I am no more
Then still I will be
Because what it was I lived for
You will live for me



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Oct 19, 2012, 7:17 am


Staring at Stars



Staring at stars in the desert here
Farther but nearer and harder to fear
Harder being easier for some

Now somehow safe at last for the first
Time when the past had returned for the worst
Time then for the present gifted best

Never mind how long how good how free
Staring at stars sharing all of the rest
Of whatever forever may be

Any of many some who become
By being here becoming everywhere
Learning through turning to overcome

Staring at stars here now where I see
Not going anywhere already there
Daring to be I am finally

Forever found how I was never lost
Through the cracks beyond the Uncle Jacks
Right here on the wrong side of the tracks

Now more than ever whatever it cost
Staring at stars I think they wink at me



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Oct 17, 2012, 10:39 pm


As Stars Begin to Fall



Either one an extrovert
One sister one brother
Two tails up four ears alert
Two toothy smiles for all

Dusty dogs of the desert
Bowser and Marisol
Two chasing one another
As stars begin to fall



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Oct 17, 2012, 5:58 pm


This Cat



I had a cat or two
Or three how they had me
Like this cat has me now

Like that cat and somehow
Feline propinquity
Feels good to me again

So let this cat have me
Catless as I have been
And let me have this cat

Hat in hand and full of
Felinity and love
When that cat is this cat

So catful let me be
And have this cat or two
Or three how they have me

And then let that be that



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Oct 15, 2012, 4:58 pm


Spot



Remember that spot
That Anwar Sadat
Had on his head from praying?

My wife had one from
The viola come
To think of it instead from playing

A spot on my hand
From my pipe says I
Understand this standing by

And my spot I got
Is as worth my thought
As their spots is what I am saying

Though I have not prayed
Nor practiced or played
I have smoked and have been high

When that was enough
Because life was tough
Then as now high is how I got by



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Oct 12, 2012, 10:53 pm


Intermezzo



A Brahms Intermezzo can make me feel as right as rain
Can shake me sad though mad so wake me glad again
Especially in the rain as in the desert today

Happier but sadder songs have washed along away
For an Intermezzo no pezzo novante may know
Nor more than me on the radio for just the thing

To whisper to my heart then to remember how to sing
For now more how I am than how I might have been
Maybe played the way another day I might have done

However I will be whatever still becomes till then
How fingers have forgotten now the ending has begun



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Oct 11, 2012, 8:08 am


Forever a Star



I never knew much
About stars and such
But I always knew
Having come that far
I was a star too

Ending to begin
Now I realize
By losing I win
How falling I rise

Because I am now
And will be again
Shining on somehow
Having come this far
Forever a star



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Oct 10, 2012, 4:39 pm


Falling Like Me



Once I wrote about manatees and of
Dugongs out on the water in love
Now dry in the desert how I must be

Nearer stars fading here find me trading
Manatees for the more essential
Verities of the existential

Nor writing of the inconsequential
Henceforth of no consequence to me
Although I always love a manatee

Manatees are always consequential
Dugongs dapper self-referential
Anthropomorphic and deferential

Farther stars clearer as in a mirror
Now out here in the desert I write
About things like life and death all night

But maybe some manatees come what may
Dugongs doubtless come some other day
Let the settling dust understand the sand

Trading the fading for the crusading
Let me see now to be about how
Insofar as I may understand

Farther here somehow than fear would allow
Let me arise like the Phoenix now
Under desert sky to wonder by star

Stars in the mirror farther but clearer
Any of the many ones we are
Farther the who of me and you too

When it feels good then to be understood
Out in the desert here not too far
For those who chose to be consequential

Falling but rising being surprising
When having nothing but getting back
Up lacking nothing then having the knack

Each manatee and every dugong knows
That the ones who rose are those who chose
Out on the water or out here like me

Never out of fashion never in
Out here without fear who chose beginning
Again without end falling but rising

How one who lost once now twice winning
Rose too and chose to become essential
Falling like me those who rose once again



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Oct 8, 2012, 6:48 pm


Madsongs



I. Rapid-Cycling Bipolarity



An uprising doomed for a downfall
Rapid-cycling bipolarity
Could very well be the death of me

In the ups and the downs of it all
As poisonous as it is painful
Turning unending as unbegun
When happy and sad are disdainful
Of one another as two in one

Racing lest one should be left behind
Outrunning each other leaving none
But me somewhat bereft of my mind

After the laughter tears after all
An uprising doomed for a downfall



II. Paranoid Schizophrenia



Paranoia is not how I
Like to live now before I die
A schizophrenic universe
Of fear too near death to live by
With paranoia haunting me
To fetter the better for worse

Not now not how I want to be
Nor fear for here now to be free
Above the ground beneath the sky
In existential equipoise
Is what I want without the noise
Not sympathy but empathy

At least to walk if not to fly
If not to run at least to try



III. Psychosis



Psychosis is like heroin
Is how I might begin
To explain the pain if I could
Of this diagnosis
But be misunderstood again

Then do-si-dosed when psychosis
Diagnostically
In inexplicability
Knows only does not know
Knows only its lonely gnosis

Like heroin like so

The maximum the all the way
Though what may come no not today



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Oct 5, 2012, 11:50 pm


Fifty-One Clicks



Out to the desert here I have come
Fifty-one clicks now where I am from

Or thirty-two miles and a few smiles
Away to stay the night anyway
But with tomorrow become today
I wonder now if I just might stay

Definitely indefinitely

Away a safe distance from trouble
Just enough from that Plaza bubble
I left bereft of a place to be
That maybe this is the place for me

Fifty-one clicks now where I am from
Out to the desert here I have come



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Oct 4, 2012, 10:01 pm


Balance



I get too busy to balance and get dizzy
Now and then as how it goes and like others I suppose
Brothers out of round about sisters out of whack
Serial resisters of serenity like me
Who lack a sense of center too as I do and who get off track

Yet when all is still I can see to my surprise
What my ears can never hear until I open my eyes
No way out but in so the music can begin
At the pin of the wheel of what is real then to feel
The joys of letting go in silence that destroys the noise I know

Where in silence there is sung the song of my heart
Let my heart fall silent so the music can start



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Oct 3, 2012, 5:45 pm


Psycho



They say I am a psycho but I sure am polite
Therefore the more dangerous a nice change for me
Wandering and wondering when it is always night
Or maybe just me in my own reality

Day never suited me anyway not quite like night
Ordinary never like extraordinary
I am now as I am how I was and I will be
When I crash and burn then I learn and I return

They say I am a psycho but I think I am right



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Oct 2, 2012, 2:15 am


At the Crossing



I love it when the hills are backlit by the sun
Looking over its shoulder as it slips away
Out here in the desert where the wind has begun

Tonight it feels right after the heat of today
To see now and to be here at the crossing of
Time and space at here and now the crossing of love

And you are there with me where the wind begins they say
We are together wherever we may be
When I remember you then and you remember me



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Sep 30, 2012, 9:27 pm


Rainbows Between



I wish I were as I am now when I was younger
Instead of being driven by that hunger
Then for something seeming more important than
I was yesterday because lesser than today
Trying to be greater I could not appreciate
All the other somethings as a lesser man

Now somehow at this late hour getting up late
Better than never I learned how to see whatever
Taking it easy making love out of hate
I never could before but now at last I can
And getting it I got past forever in my way
No doubt anymore though about what to say:

What I mean where meaning is found there between
Black and white in rainbows made out of shades of grey



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Sep 27, 2012, 8:28 am


The Moon is a State of Mind



I can look out the window here
And now somehow in Perris
The other one near Riverside
And see the moon there high and clear
A state of mind for me to find

The moon is hard to embarrass
Never felt the need to hide
And fortunately everywhere
I ever went the moon was there
Never left the moon behind

Anywhere I ever go
The moon now will be there for me
Out the window where I see
It when I too will be who know
The moon is a state of mind



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Sep 25, 2012, 9:48 pm


The Trumpet of the Swan



for Al W. Graham



I blow my nose noisily I admit
And I do it just for the hell of it
Perhaps a bad habit for all I know
The trumpet of the swan blows and goes on
Still on the lake like maybe a mistake

A trick my Grandpa showed me once upon
A time a long time ago even though
I feel young I look old but even so
As still a silly boy I still enjoy
Remembering my Grandpa with a honk

Lucky to have known him but Gott sei Dank
Got more than that he taught a thing or two
For now entre nous then how about you
Might you do some remembering thing too?
You might even honk something like I do

My mother wished my Grandpa never showed
Me how to honk thought my head might explode
As well as the received barbarity
Of it that she perceived but c'est la vie
How it was with him then now is with me

Just like my Grandpa I too am a swan
The trumpet of the swan blows and goes on



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Sep 25, 2012, 7:09 am


Dusty Dogs



I. Fifty-One Clicks



Out to the desert here I have come
Fifty-one clicks now where I am from

Or thirty-two miles and a few smiles
Away to stay the night anyway
But with tomorrow become today
I wonder now if I just might stay

Definitely indefinitely

Away a safe distance from trouble
Just enough from that Plaza bubble
I left bereft of a place to be
That maybe this is the place for me

Fifty-one clicks now where I am from
Out to the desert here I have come



II. Four Fattish Cats



Four fattish cats are courting me and want to win my favor
Cats who represent each one a favorite feline flavor
With a calico a tabby too a white cat they call Red
And a black cat who wears white socks (or do they wear him instead?)



III. Only Love Knows How



What is it we reach for
What is it above us
Striving all and each for
But someone to love us?

Someone who accepts how
We are both here and now
Who cares enough to say
How we are is OK

Not then but here and now
Today not yesterday
To love us anyway
When only love knows how



IV. For Marisol and Bowser



Dusty dogs rolling on the desert floor
Laughing at each other and the sky
After the sunrise another day more
As the flaming desert clouds roll by

Roosters are roistering goats start to yell
Time for it all to fire up again
The desert in sight in sound and in smell
Dusty dogs sense it is time to begin



V. What the Hell



What the hell I might as well be
This is it and this is me
In the desert doing fine
Living on the fly

Now I begin again
Living on peanuts and wine
Out for sun and fun
Again how I begin

Living simply living free
Somehow I get by
This is it and this is me
What the hell I might as well be



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Sep 23, 2012, 11:07 pm


for Marisol and Bowser



Dusty dogs rolling on the desert floor
Laughing at each other and the sky
After the sunrise another day more
As the flaming desert clouds roll by

Roosters are roistering goats start to yell
Time for it all to fire up again
The desert in sight in sound and in smell
Dusty dogs sense it is time to begin



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Sep 23, 2012, 2:54 am


What the Hell



What the hell I might as well be
This is it and this is me
In the desert doing fine
Living on the fly

Now I begin again
Living on peanuts and wine
Out for sun and fun
Again how I begin

Living simply living free
Somehow I get by
This is it and this is me
What the hell I might as well be



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Sep 22, 2012, 7:57 pm


Only Love Knows How



What is it we reach for
What is it above us
Striving all and each for
But someone to love us?

Someone who accepts how
We are both here and now
Who cares enough to say
How we are is OK

Not then but here and now
Today not yesterday
To love us anyway
When only love knows how



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Sep 18, 2012, 1:07 am


Four Fattish Cats



Four fattish cats are courting me and want to win my favor
Cats who represent each one a favorite feline flavor
With a calico a tabby too a white cat they call Red
And a black cat who wears white socks (or do they wear him instead?)



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Sep 13, 2012, 12:47 am


Tumbleweeds from the Desert



I. So I Begin



I begin as I have been again
To write myself out of this hole I am in
So I say when discouraged like yesterday
Then with a pencil clear the cobwebs away

Beginning forever because ending never
Quite suited me
Beginning is already halfway to winning
Actually

Yesterday I began again
I wrote myself out of that hole I was in
And if I can do it today who can say
But as I have been so I begin



II. Round and Round



Circling the drain of homelessness
Squaring the pain of hopelessness
With hope for happiness ahead
Remembering reality
As formerly it was for me
Though purgatorial instead
Of hell it might as well be for
The pain of death when life hurts more
A dream of life for one as dead

So here I go now round the drain
Not down but round and round again



III. Dead Mouse



Did you flush him down the toilet?
No I kicked him down the hall
And yet you had the balls to let
Him lie there by the wall

Brought in by the cat
At least not a rat



IV. Remember the Rain



The dove grey cloud bank slowly smoothly slides
Across the day as it rides on the rain
Revealing the secrets the sunshine hides
What we forget until it rains again
Of how it falls and fills and feels and how
It is what we forgot about until now

So let the rain come down and wash away
All but the best of it save that but not
The rest of it for tomorrow today
Remember the rain the way we forgot
Until it falls and fills how it feels and
When it rains again we will understand then
Life as it falls and fills an open hand
And how it feels now until it rains again



V. Stony Baloney



The roaches here are stony
Are not bugs and no baloney
When I find them on the floor
Then and I spark them up once more

To be born again to me
As second chance reality
By happenstance to be as I
Am living though I die

In spite of everything
I just keep happening



VI. I Will Bloom Again



The Laughing Daffodil makes me so happy
I bark like a dog and meow like a cat
She makes me laugh too and makes me all sappy
And open and hopeful and I like that

I like her as it were and she likes me too
The Laughing Daffodil who gets me through
And through because she does as it was and will be
Long laugh the Daffodil and shine her smile on me

The power of a flower of the Daffodil is how
Even now at this late hour I will bloom again somehow



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Sep 11, 2012, 10:34 pm


Stony Baloney



The roaches here are stony
Are not bugs and no baloney
When I find them on the floor
Then and I spark them up once more

To be born again to me
As second chance reality
By happenstance to be as I
Am living though I die

In spite of everything
I just keep happening



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Sep 11, 2012, 5:34 pm


Dead Mouse



The first from the desert for the best
The Laughing Daffodil




Did you flush him down the toilet?
No I kicked him down the hall
And yet you had the balls to let
Him lie there by the wall

Brought in by the cat
At least not a rat



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Sep 6, 2012, 6:22 pm


Her Daffodilian Glories



The skies are full of stories of The Laughing Daffodil
From ravens on the roof right here to parrots in Brazil
They squawk their talk of Lindsey and of how I love her so
Her daffodilian glories storied for the world to know

Her name is Lindsey Hastings but she also always will
Be transcendentally to me The Laughing Daffodil
Like petals of the daffodil her sunshine yellow hair
And her laughter is the music of the fairest of the fair

The only child of only and the best there ever was
Because the only one I love above all just because
And those who read these lines of mine like parrots in Brazil
Like ravens on the roof right here like Lanceans will see

One to whom none can compare on the air of everywhere
Her daffodilian glories storied in my poetry



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