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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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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



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jun 12, 2012, 5:57 pm


Long-Haired Old Men



The long-haired old men step out in the sun
Of Orange my hometown and I am one

Long-haired old men stepping out not dead yet
One with a hat on and two with a bow
To tie back their hair three I do not know

Professors at the university
Or paranoid schizophrenics like me

Long-haired old men walking I have not met
Mine hangs down freely and gets in my face
But I like it there in its rightful place

Like Orange my hometown out in the sun
Just starting here when I thought I was done



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Jun 12, 2012, 9:36 am


Not Hating Just Waiting (work in progress...)



He overdrives his oscillators right through the wall
Oscillators that should not be driven at all
Given how cross they make me feel like a loss coming on

Knocking warning until morning will bring up the dawn
Not my style but I smile to see my solution
Not hating just waiting for just resolution

Of oscillators overdriven given how cross
They make me feel my gain through this pain of his coming loss
When I will wait patiently for fate then to appear

No warning until morning fate will show him how
Arriving for his overdriving oscillators here
Now mind over matter matters to my mind somehow

And so when they blow maybe then he will know maybe not
But I am not hating--just waiting--no matter what



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Jun 11, 2012, 4:09 pm


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



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Jun 9, 2012, 3:31 am


Heaven Knows



for all my friends all over the world
who get me because you get it




Now and always here and everywhere
Help us I suppose would be my prayer
Heaven knows if I knew who to pray
To what I would do what I would say

Help us people of good will to be
All of us where we are near and far
Happy healthy people who are free
To try and understand why we are

And then after that to wonder who
We are when we are and be and do
What we are being woman and man
Both of us doing the best we can

The sun came out and though it went back in
I have no doubt it will come out again



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Jun 4, 2012, 8:01 pm


For Love



and for the Laughing Daffodil



They tell me about heaven and hell
Heaven knows and with hell to pay
Through these two say well one anyway
The other or nothing between

For me like they would like it to be
Like this duality they mean
This is the reality they sell
Profitably but not to me

They tell me about it but I doubt it

Not buying because they are lying
Preaching each exclusivity
By stories of glories of control
Cheap tricks to keep me from my soul

No thank you I would rather be free
To journey through a universe
Of up and down for better or worse
Not below nor above: for love

Why and how and who we are to be
The best of us our destiny
All we ever really know and all
We get to bring from spring into the fall

As long as we are we might as well
Be us beyond duality
At last one world past heaven and hell
For love: the one reality

I live for love as my reason why
So if God is love then so am I



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May 30, 2012, 6:56 am


Lunatic 1-2-3



1

I suppose I am a lunatic
A heretic heaven knows
Having a hell of a time I rhyme
Whatever comes to what never goes

Ridiculous and sublime

2

Grandma took note on her calendar
Of the phases of the moon
Blaming my own on it and not her
Who was the crazy one? Two we were

Lunatics too late too soon

3

Suppose I am a lunatic when
Unlike the Iron Grandmother
Whatever comes and I never go
Almost like forever then

Rhyming time for all I know
Howling at the moon



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May 25, 2012, 9:54 pm


Choosing Love



I

And do I dare descend the stair
Do anything go anywhere
Know anybody dare to care
Even though I know I may fall?

Yes for the laughter of it all
If only maybe for the tears
Of yes or no for all those years
Of maybe so now after all

Now though I let it go I know
How what goes down comes up again
As to and fro I come and go
How every time I lose I win

Past it all I rise to claim the prize
Happiness at last to my surprise

II

What money buys instead of happiness is distraction
From unhappiness to the luxury of inaction
When one has something that has to be done but is able
To lay some money down then who keep it off the table

But to make it go away a day or so is to know
Though one pays for delays what has to come will never go
Till when it does then just because whatever has to be
Will be like I have to and you we who do this for free

Unmoneyed undistracted asserted unretracted
Unapologetic energetic in pursuit of
Happiness the hard way with no money and with only love
Enough to give and take for free to our satisfaction

III

So yes I dare descend the stair
Do everything go everywhere
Know everybody dare to care
Even though I know I may fall

Finding myself by losing it
All in the fall excusing it
Letting it go and releasing
It so it comes back increasing

Yes for the laughter of it all
If only maybe for the tears
Of yes or no for all those years
Of maybe so now after all

Hanging on and hoping for the best
Choosing love by losing all the rest



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May 24, 2012, 6:22 am


If You Will I Will

for Lindsey



Wondering about
What it will be like when I run out
Of time then I rhyme

Living under this life sentence of
Death if you will with only my love
To show for my time

Bittersweet stories
Of glittering but fleeting glories
More of these than I will ever need

So I write you read

That you might avoid my mistakes then
Know what it takes when
The wheel turns so you can hang on still

If you will I will



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May 23, 2012, 12:34 am


Daffodil



Daffodil
When I am ill
As I am now and
Seem to be somehow
These days I think of you
To get me through

Because you understand
Me then and now
And of my love for you
I think of you who
Get me through and through
Of you who always do

When well or ill
Daffodil



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May 18, 2012, 8:01 pm


Janus Just in Time



Janus looking back in January
At his annus as he might as well
Wonders why it has to be so very
Black and white with heaven or with hell
More like purgatory for the wary
Nor buying what those two have to sell

Looking in the mirror with two faces
Going through it and wondering who
We are seeing then exchanging places
Who we are being which of us two
Is the other coming to replace us
Reflecting each other when we do

Not that we do anything but wonder
Janus looking back in November
Around and round when over then under
Trying to forget we remember
Our dual confusion as illusion
Done once one has begun December

Janus just in time for January
Annus gone anus but come what may
Preaching the con to the temporary
Charlatans looking the other way
Say lay down your money and let us pray
We both forget now to remember

A thing or two for neither to forget:
No heaven yet nor hell but regret



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May 13, 2012, 11:42 pm


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



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May 13, 2012, 10:38 pm


Closer to the Sky



Up on my roof is closer to the sky
So if you would know why I go up there that is why

And from me as Icarus to Daedalus as you
I who go up on my roof to do what I do
Say should you like to do it with me there you may too
Being as you are the very sort of person who

Should you come to see me you could be me for awhile
Where I would be you too when understood we share a smile
There we could be if only for awhile then as we are
Should you like to be alongside me a few bright hours

A roof rat as proof that location has vocation
With wine and cheese for our disease of loneliness we face
Invites you to delights of onlyness here in this place
Open to the sky a situational vacation

The sun to light the golden day the moon the silver night
Not mine and yet it is when after hours then it is ours
For watching all the fireworks or wishing on a star
Up on the roof where in my view there everything looks right

For the first nor second floor could never satisfy
Not like my roof up closer to the sky



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May 7, 2012, 12:28 am


Three Little Songs



I. The Role of My Soul



What is the role of my soul
And what am I saving it for?

I never know anymore
Always had forever before
Never had now until when
All that was left and only then
Was and is and will be now

At anytime for anything
Only taking what I bring
My only lonely offering
For forever here is how
I play now the role of my soul

Anyone up there? I look down and see
My soul play its role only lonely me



II. The Ghost at Grandma's



Back when I was a railbird for my mother at the track
I used to think about that body buried out back
Nor could even all those quarters from the fountains I stole
Mitigate this circumstance then out of my control
At Grandma's house that I was not supposed to talk about

I used to drink about it later wondering who
He was and what he thought about it or what I could do
Then someday in a seance when he said he was fine
And was nineteen but in between he was a friend of mine
Who found himself forever for never finding out

Where we grew up at Grandma's house there juxtaposed somehow
I had to go he had to stay and he is still there now



III. Long Laugh the Daffodil



Five foot four nor more where that came from
Or maybe five foot three for all I know
Sweet and smart and profoundly good

Bringing me being understood
Being good to me

Though I never know when I
Am how long I will be then my
Moment now to be

Still alongside bringing spring
Along before I go

Around and round with everything
Forever and for all I know
Where five foot four nor more came from

When there I go then here you come:
Long laugh the Daffodil



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May 4, 2012, 7:20 pm


The Ghost at Grandma's



Back when I was a railbird for my mother at the track
I used to think about that body buried out back
Nor could even all those quarters from the fountains I stole
Mitigate this circumstance then out of my control
At Grandma's house that I was not supposed to talk about

I used to drink about it later wondering who
He was and what he thought about it or what I could do
Then someday in a seance when he said he was fine
And was nineteen but in between he was a friend of mine
Who found himself forever for never finding out

Where we grew up at Grandma's house there juxtaposed somehow
I had to go he had to stay and he is still there now



+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 3, 2012, 9:11 pm


The Role of My Soul



What is the role of my soul
And what am I saving it for?

I never know anymore
Always had forever before
Never had now until when
All that was left and only then
Was and is and will be now

At anytime for anything
Only taking what I bring
My only lonely offering
For forever here is how
I play now the role of my soul

Anyone up there? I look down and see
My soul play its role only lonely me



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May 3, 2012, 1:03 am


Long Laugh the Daffodil



Five foot four nor more where that came from
Or maybe five foot three for all I know
Sweet and smart and profoundly good

Bringing me being understood
Being good to me

Though I never know when I
Am how long I will be then my
Moment now to be

Still alongside bringing spring
Along before I go

Around and round with everything
Forever and for all I know
Where five foot four nor more came from

When there I go then here you come:
Long laugh the Daffodil



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Apr 30, 2012, 9:41 pm


Better

at spes non fracta



No bad news in the mail
Nor anything to go to jail
For not now or not yet

Invisibility
Would seem to be the policy
Of those who know regret

But I can still see

When having lost the best
First then the worst having cost the rest
Life and death again having met

There between good and well
Where heaven at taps shot craps with hell
And I always lost their bet

No more games for me

Never having been a betting man
Better having been the best I can



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Apr 28, 2012, 6:06 pm


Mere Me



But a bag of bones these days
Heaven knows

You see

But a bag of tricks always
I suppose

And free

Non moriar sed vivam I
Am to live until I die

A tight little package daresay
A man who began

To be

Again not having been
When having been not to be then

At least I fit now anyway
Began to be who can:

Mere me



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Apr 27, 2012, 6:57 pm


Fourteen Lines for Lindsey

a thank you note if not a sonnet

Understanding undemanding
And above all always loving you
Know who I mean now and how it is you
A Page from my own pilgrimage

A part of my heart now too
Belongs to you here if you take it
This is what I have been saving for you
Reality as we make it

Taking these hours and making them ours
With only this moment to spare
You and I knowing then who will be there
Forever and never but here and now

When it is always at everywhere
With you Lindsey who understand me somehow

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Apr 23, 2012, 5:12 pm


Time is Like Water

Time is like water and grows everything
It flows as it goes around in a ring
Giving and taking living and making
A go of it in the flow though we know
That when time comes then we have to let go
To get where we go we know yet without
Knowing what really to hold on about
Knowing we have to let go even so

Getting there finally though finding out
When then is now again and we can see
Us come around right where we ought to be
Where we have got to be now time is how
It goes as it flows around in a ring
Time is like water and grows everything

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Apr 20, 2012, 1:22 am


More

When we are grateful for
What we have we have more
When then is now again
Not after nor before
Now win or lose we win

To let it come then go
Enough now even though
When down we may not see
How up again to be
To get up even so

As one who rides it learns
The wheel returns and turns
Around who found like me
When we are grateful for
What we have we have more

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Apr 18, 2012, 6:19 pm


Becoming Poetry

for Laura
"the astonishingly attractive barista"


I live as simply as possible for
An impossible old thing ready to live more
Or better anyway by quality
Compensating life for my lack of quantity

Entertaining the possibility
Of it all after all in the fall before and
Entertained by my own impossibility
Certain only of my uncertainty

But certainly the better now to understand
You my new friend who spend the afternoon with me
Falling sun at noon calling to the rising moon
When the evening comes then becoming poetry

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Apr 13, 2012, 6:38 pm


Of Love and Screaming on My Birthday

I remember screaming
On my fifty-seventh birthday
In December seeming
Like it did not matter then (but
Did): I hid myself in alcohol
All day and in the morning when what
Came came without warning all
It was was me again as I recall
Nor can I blame what came for being me

(I remember dreaming
Of love coming true someday)

But I remember screaming above
All as emblematic
Satisfyingly dramatic
Daresay anyway today
To say I survived my birthday
Like the fifty-six before
Like a displaced person after the war
Within my members embers of
Survival my arrival
After all alive to live by love
Or by the hope of some

Of love that went of love to come
Of love that was because of love to be
Of love that is now even though
I know not love knows even so (I see)

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Apr 5, 2012, 4:08 am


Guess Yes

Though knowing when I live then die
I may have no way of knowing
When how I wish now I knew then
Maybe knowing anyway I
Guess I might as well be going
On with the show for all I know
To close it though I chose it too
Wondering what and how and why
I might as well guess yes again

Guessing again now even though
I seem to have been here before
Then when the answer has been no
Guess yes hereafter even so
When then may be here now no more
Here now is clearly how to be
The only way to be for me
Or anyone here now to know
The something more someone lives for

Growing and showing no sign of
Stopping dropping all else for love
Maybe like you I am one who
Must take the best just shake the rest
Away like my father shook me
The last and best the past impressed
What it gave and where it took me
By future prospects presently
As tough enough to be and do

Now may be the best time for me
Hanging on hoping for the best
Now half full of half empty then
When time to live then time to die
Like glasses half between again
Know there may be nowhere between
Us here we are now me and you
Not knowing what nor how nor why
Between though who know what we mean

Now knowing here what was not known
When as it is then here we are
Who as it were were not alone
You as me and me as you we
Two in one we who were will be
With us between as what we mean
When you are what and how and why
To me I was and will be then
As now to be and do again

Us where we are is not too far
To see through now here how we are
Tough to be enough to do see
When I am you then you are me
The yes in nowhere there between
For all we know on with the show
May be what we do anyway
And seeing you now here today
Yes maybe you know what I mean

When how I wish now I knew then
I might as well guess yes again

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