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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Aug 15, 2012, 12:04 am


Maybe Not Today



At least I learned at last about moisturizing
Here at half-past fifty-seven realizing
Now if belatedly just how beneficial
What once on the face of it seemed so superficial
Is in caring for my self within through my skin

The sort of thing I never really thought about
The realized relationship that out has with in
Got better late than never from the inside out

It took awhile to get it but I finally
Got it when I realized then it was just not right
Was something like selfish to feel like some shellfish
Revealed to who would feel me who could and who just might

Realizing spring then in fall though I should be
When I must fight to turn out right I trust I can
Aware of this take care of this my self within
An unselfish self-realized and moisturized man
Before skin turns dust when the burning must begin

No time for burning now though for one just learning how
To not turn dust I trust before I turn away
I may be dust tomorrow but maybe not today



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 13, 2012, 3:02 am


Something for the Sky



If I were something for the sky
And I could fly would you with me
Or were you someone of the sea
Under the water ought we try
For wonders of liquidity
There in the swim as him and her
See as it were how we could be
By sea or sky where you and I
Could be us as we would we were?

And understood I would we should
Embrace the opportunity
If I were something for the sky
Or were you someone of the sea
For now though we have only this
Nor sky nor sea this lonely kiss
All after all we have need of
When all then we have left is love
Embracing you embracing me



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Aug 5, 2012, 6:09 pm


The Girl I Love is a Daffodil



As a hopeful sign in spring so she
Always was to me and always will
Be a daffodil delightfully

The sun coming up from upside down
The best to forget the rest of me
The one turning upside down my frown
Spring in the fall as the best of me
Of all after all where destiny
As a hopeful sign of what can be
Blooms there somewhere beneath the blonde hair
In the petals of the Daffodil

Of one who paradoxically
Is actually a lot like me
Of the girl I love and always will

The girl I love is a daffodil



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Jul 31, 2012, 5:06 am


Dream Up



We who like to make things
Also like to break things shake things
Up disturb the universe
We often make it better but
Sometimes we make it worse

And if we seek we see what
The meaning of it seems
To be wherein there in our dreams
As we are then so we will be
As when in dreams we see

There we make things where we break things
When we shake things up then
Make it better or worse again
There in our dreams wherein
We dream up our reality



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Jul 30, 2012, 11:21 pm


Could Be Us



Who would God be if God should
Be could God be understood
He or she for who could say
Who God should be anyway
Who would God be who could we
Should God not be you and me?

Reaching out from star to star
Each to each who were will be
Him or her as origin
Then again as destiny
When we end then to begin
Time through space to be again

God could be us now who see
Star to star how we are free



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Jul 30, 2012, 2:19 am


Magic



The most important things are hidden
Fairies are very shy
Unicorns are real if unridden
Not only birds can fly
Magic comes in the dark unbidden

Disbelieving folk are divorced
From natural reality
Their minds are frigid firm and forced
Disdaining what they dare not see

Should seagirls swim to such as these?
I would not have them cast their pearls
Nor model their agilities
Before such swinish unworthies
Who see the sea but not the girls!

If you have never seen a fairy
Never conclude they do not exist
For their hiddenness is the very
Reason they are able to persist
Here where others are bigger than they
They have to be able to fly away

Just because you have never seen one
Does not mean there has never been one
Right under your nose as you sniffed a rose
And that is why they have wings you know
So as to be able to get up and go
When the wild winds of a rose-sniffer blow



+Steven Curtis Lance

from the book, "Magic"

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Jul 28, 2012, 11:45 pm


Everything Ends



I stopped feeding the ravens when I got evicted but
They are still out there and we are still friends
They know in their bones of the skull beneath the skin and what
I do too the hard way now how everything ends



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Jul 27, 2012, 2:16 am


Home Alone



Given enough marijuana and Merlot
I get by and can be happy even though
Evicted unconvicted unrestricted
To a place that does not want me anymore

Wherever I live whatever I live for
Is more than where for anywhere can be there
Whenever I find it then I will be where
Home is I suppose or home as I can be

One who knows the only home I know is me
My home from which I cannot be evicted
I find in my mind in my own head instead
Of what I cannot own but am home alone

I get by and can be happy even so
Given enough marijuana and Merlot



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 25, 2012, 10:31 pm


Rising Once Again



for the Laughing Daffodil



I think you might have to have a drink
In your hand to understand
Could unfettered better see
Thinking of it better still a joint to get the point
Should there be a point to me
And if it were there where there would be

There from point A as it were to point B
A little clearer from a little nearer then
As it were and if it were what you see when
You see the point to me is to be free
To make my point but not to disappoint
Myself or anyone in this my moment in the sun

Done and begun again done and undone one
Up then down around now and rising once again



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 24, 2012, 10:26 am


Eviction Songs



I. Nowhere but Everywhere



The rent is too high
For my SSI
And me I can see
The housing unfair
Here as anywhere

My reality
Neither here nor there
But to wander free
Between I suppose
To go how it goes

With nowhere to be
Now but everywhere



II. Who Matters Now



Have you ever had the suspicion
Some venerated tradition
Or other apple pie for mother
Some romp of the pomp of circumstance
Has degenerated into nonsense finally
Whatever it meant before after all?

I have though I am so poor and small
That no one who matters can see
Me but you see it matters to the
One who never mattered ever mindful of his chance

Down here I never mind about up there anymore
What was or what some clever someone does
Though they have won their battle because they have lost their war
Nor can they see forever for the Lance

Forsaken I will not forsake though broken still not break
Shaken I will give a shake to those who only take
And wounds still fresh from where their pound of flesh was taken
Are mindful of who matters now and who is mistaken



III. Home Alone



Given enough marijuana and Merlot
I get by and can be happy even though
Evicted unconvicted unrestricted
To a place that does not want me anymore

Wherever I live whatever I live for
Is more than where for anywhere can be there
Whenever I find it then I will be where
Home is I suppose or home as I can be

One who knows the only home I know is me
My home from which I cannot be evicted
I find in my mind in my own head instead
Of what I cannot own but am home alone

I get by and can be happy even so
Given enough marijuana and Merlot



IV. Everything Ends



I stopped feeding the ravens when I got evicted but
They are still out there and we are still friends
They know in their bones of the skull beneath the skin and what
I do too the hard way now how everything ends



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 15, 2012, 2:53 am


Last Postcard from the Roof



The things we always think will last forever never do
The only thing I ever knew to pass the past was knowing you
Will always be at home with me how still at this late hour
I see you bloom to be for me my very favorite flower
How everyone knows your name now that I am the one to blame
However lost I get you find how we are forever the same

O Laughing Daffodil I love you so I know you know
But I still like to tell you anyway and so I will today
Tomorrow too how it is you were all along and all the way
Will always be at home with me and why I love you so
How I am the one to blame now that everyone knows your name
However lost I get you find how we are forever the same

Across the sky where you and I are written there in light
By diamonds on velvet blue I send you all my love tonight



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 9, 2012, 10:48 am


You



a song for the Laughing Daffodil



You make me laugh like Hedonismbot on Futurama
Happy to be in a comedy and not a drama
I love you and of you is how I think of now when I
Think of life and how I think I want to live then and not die

I looked for what was true looked in my heart and you were there
Found you everywhere so when I found you found me too
And so it was that you were me and I was you

I hope this song is long enough to tell you what I mean
But then again you know when our best lines are in between
Us where we find us of one mind of one reality
And so it is by love that I am you and you are me

I look for what is true look in my heart and you are there
Find you everywhere so when I find you find me too
So it will be that you are me and I am you



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 8, 2012, 11:56 pm


Who Matters Now



Have you ever had the suspicion
Some venerated tradition
Or other apple pie for mother
Some romp of the pomp of circumstance
Has degenerated into nonsense finally
Whatever it meant before after all?

I have though I am so poor and small
That no one who matters can see
Me but you see it matters to the
One who never mattered ever mindful of his chance

Down here I never mind about up there anymore
What was or what some clever someone does
Though they have won their battle because they have lost their war
Nor can they see forever for the Lance

Forsaken I will not forsake though broken still not break
Shaken I will give a shake to those who only take
And wounds still fresh from where their pound of flesh was taken
Are mindful of who matters now and who is mistaken



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jul 3, 2012, 8:56 pm


Four Really Silly Sirenian Songs



I. My Lovely Manatee



I dreamed myself a dugong swimming in the calm sea
Where I fell in love there with a lovely manatee
We were very happy and we always got along
That is until she took up with a longer dugong

Not to be long enough is tough alone in the rough sea
Nor did I choose to lose my love my lovely manatee



II. When Dugongs Do It



Oh the humanity of a huge manatee
Digging a big long dugong in the swim
Swimming to her as it were as to him
Meeting a manatee halfway wholeheartedly

Too long since we had a manatee around
The house a dugong lost but not yet found

When dugongs do it and manatees mate
Then again is when it is never too late
When dugongs do it then we can do it too
I can be a manatee again and so can you

Splashing through the river flashing to the sea
Dugong you along with manatee me



III. Because He Was a Manatee



A manatee got mad at me
Because I smoked his grass
His vanity offended thus he kicked my ass

But gently though because he was a manatee



IV. Man and Manatee



As I could not eat
The meat of a man
The flesh of a big long dugong
Would be too strong
For me

Too strong familiarity
Wrong all along
Nor could I eat
Manatee meat

Poor me
In the breadline
Not eating the meat
But doing fine
Though life is short if not for long

Where the meat is beaten and eaten
Our condition though fatal not serious
But for manatee or man mysterious
As it can be as we can see

Man and manatee



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Jul 3, 2012, 8:36 pm


My Lovely Manatee



I dreamed myself a dugong swimming in the calm sea
Where I fell in love there with a lovely manatee
We were very happy and we always got along
That is until she took up with a longer dugong

Not to be long enough is tough alone in the rough sea
Nor did I choose to lose my love my lovely manatee



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 28, 2012, 4:47 pm


Man and Manatee



As I could not eat
The meat of a man
The flesh of a big long dugong
Would be too strong
For me

Too strong familiarity
Wrong all along
Nor could I eat
Manatee meat

Poor me
In the breadline
Not eating the meat
But doing fine
Though life is short if not for long

Where the meat is beaten and eaten
Our condition though fatal not serious
But for manatee or man mysterious
As it can be as we can see

Man and manatee



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Jun 26, 2012, 12:16 am


(work in progress...)



People sitting on benches but why
Do they do what they do what we do what I
Do being here on this bench anyway?

Thinking about it all as it has been
If I had to do it all over again
I wonder if I would or I could

Thinking about it now somehow I doubt it
Thinking about it more than I should
Tired as I am just thinking about it

It seems to me the thing to do is be
One of many tired in the Plaza today
But that good kind that feels kind of good



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Jun 22, 2012, 12:25 am


Postcards from the Roof



I. Two for the Sky



Cars are parking crazily
Downstairs today
Dogs are barking lazily
Downtown anyway

You wonder why they do
What they do and I do too
Remembering if hazily
Having hell to pay

I never knew why only who
Meant what to me
Understanding loving you
Love our destiny

Two for one under the sun
Upstairs up high

Two for the sky



II. Parents Who Were Cooler



In the beginning of my end begun
I cough like the Iron Grandmother now

My father never coughed or if he ever did not how
She did and I do nor did my mother
Even as she died so that they had to employ other
Means to the end of continuing when
She saw little reason to cough another breath again

Cough or die they said but she wondered why
With my father out of sight my mother out of her mind
Cool but kind my father cool but unkind
She was too cool to live he was too cool not to forgive
Orphaned I have only been cool now and then

Coughing heaven knows enough I suppose
For parents who were cooler than their son



III. Far Enough to Rise a Star



That particularity
Of testicularity
That which makes men lift their trucks
Takes and makes for some sad fucks
Nothing left but their big bucks
Then that quality by which
They got poor when they got rich
In the end my friend will be
Not the end no not of me

Though I have two no thank you
To that sort of thing
One love heard and listened to
Is the thing I sing
Who I am and what I do
Never mind duality
One love one reality
My particularity
Love the gift to lift me

Having fallen far
Enough to rise a star



IV. Bilocation



Schizophrenic but photogenic they say
Having a hell of a time anyway
In a good or bad way day to day
Hanging on hoping for the best for now
Happy to be here or anywhere

And when you read me (thank you) I am there
Bilocation part of the vocation of
One who got it after a fall after all
What he taught was true but not how he thought he knew
One who learned through doubt about how "God is love"

One who knows how sends himself through love then now
Both here and there in this poetry we share



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Jun 20, 2012, 7:29 pm


Bilocation (work in progress...)



Schizophrenic but photogenic they say
Having a hell of a time anyway
In a good or bad way day to day
Hanging on hoping for the best for now
Happy to be here or anywhere

And when you read me (thank you) I am there
Bilocation part of the vocation of
One who got it after a fall after all
What he taught was true but not how he thought he knew
One who learned through doubt about how "God is love"

One who knows how sends himself through love then now
Both here and there in this poetry we share



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 20, 2012, 7:14 am


Ready Robert Rooster (work in progress...)



Ready Robert Rooster had a cock-a-dude'll do
A shocking lock of hair that did just what it wanted to
And if you didn't want it to it did it anyway

This is why I am unready for him to this day
Heady Ready Robert Rooster pushy bird and bushy
As feathers can be if they can as if he were a man

Of that Gottverdammtes Schuster little more to say
The better for tomorrow the less said for yesterday
When cock-a-dude'll didn't then unready was the word

For Ready Robert Rooster one more pushy bushy bird
So I say to that Rooster hey go cock-a-dude'll you



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Jun 20, 2012, 4:09 am


When Dugongs Do It



Oh the humanity of a huge manatee
Digging a big long dugong in the swim
Swimming to her as it were as to him
Meeting a manatee halfway wholeheartedly

Too long since we had a manatee around
The house a dugong lost but not yet found

When dugongs do it and manatees mate
Then again is when it is never too late
When dugongs do it then we can do it too
I can be a manatee again and so can you

Splashing through the river flashing to the sea
Dugong you along with manatee me



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 18, 2012, 10:58 pm


Two for the Sky



Cars are parking crazily
Downstairs today
Dogs are barking lazily
Downtown anyway

You wonder why they do
What they do and I do too
Remembering if hazily
Having hell to pay

I never knew why only who
Meant what to me
Understanding loving you
Love our destiny

Two for one under the sun
Upstairs up high

Two for the sky



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Jun 16, 2012, 7:05 pm


On Saturday (work in progress...)



One bug to bite me
The other to indict me

Ay ay ay

Another fear
From another year

Never mind now
Not today anyway
Not somehow
On Saturday

Back from the breadline
And made it through fine

I only eat when I get high

Do be
Do be

Have to get high or I die

Do be
Do be

Do

So I do

Having some laid by
Having laid in a supply
As Grandma used to say
On Saturday

Do you too?



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Jun 15, 2012, 4:06 am


Dwight David Dugong



just call him "Triple D"



His name was Dwight David Dugong
They called him "Triple D"
A big long bull of a seacow
Strong as you would see as he could be

As fanciful because he
Was as big then and still bigger now
Than he was when he is not
If he ever was because of me

Even if not he is a hot
Topic hotter than I thought
Albeit not quite gotten
Because he was not forgotten

When I ring up his glory
Then to bring you a smile
I will sing his dugong story
Thing is though it takes awhile

But if my swerving memory
Is serving right who might be wrong
He seemed more than less to me
To be more or less a manatee

Some judging from this shape of his tail
Through whispers of conspiracy
Said he had come and swum the wrong sea
But strong Dwight David Dugong would prevail

A manatee a man of the sea
Of his word undeterred from daring
To lend a flipper or spend time caring
Digging the dugongs who dug "Triple D"

No less though less than more a dugong but
A dugong all along no matter what
Name you give who by his fame will live
Because of mine through me throughout the sea

A man or two or three
Dwight David Dugong
Or D. D. Manatee
A dugong: a song

Just call him "Triple D"



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Jun 14, 2012, 6:56 pm


Far Enough to Rise a Star



That particularity
Of testicularity
That which makes men lift their trucks
Takes and makes for some sad fucks
Nothing left but their big bucks
Then that quality by which
They got poor when they got rich
In the end my friend will be
Not the end no not of me

Though I have two no thank you
To that sort of thing
One love heard and listened to
Is the thing I sing
Who I am and what I do
Never mind duality
One love one reality
My particularity
Love the gift to lift me

Having fallen far
Enough to rise a star



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