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Sea Stones

Sea Stones is a distillation of the essence of this modern master's late poetry, tracing the poet's passage from the death of winter through the birth of spring into the life of summer, a blooming of the light in which every moment matters and every word tells in ascending progression through the days to always, through one life reclusive to all life inclusive, from +Steven Curtis Lance's heart to yours.

An uncompromising artwork of meticulous quality, this ninth book of Lance is available in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions worldwide.



Sea Stones

Sea Stones is a distillation of the essence of this modern master's late poetry, tracing the poet's passage from the death of winter through the birth of spring into the life of summer, a blooming of the light in which every moment matters and every word tells in ascending progression through the days to always, through one life reclusive to all life inclusive, from +Steven Curtis Lance's heart to yours. An uncompromising artwork of meticulous quality, this ninth book of Lance is available in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions worldwide.



Dancing Naked in a Haunted House

The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.

As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.

The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.

Respect and solidarity,

...



Dancing Naked in a Haunted House

The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.

As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.

The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.

Respect and solidarity,

...



The Red Book of Lance

A spark in the dark to set the world on fire, words of flame cried in the wilderness by a madman who is damned to tell the truth, The Red Book of Lance is fourteen dozen of this modern master's meticulous poems introduced by his physician and illustrated with cover portraits by his son.

Darker than his other books yet brightened by flashes of mad humor, the work reflects the gravity of the times, speaking prophetically of political change and social evolution.

This seventh book of Lance is a distillation of deep meditation on life and madness, the world and the universe, the self and others, and the journey of the soul.

In The Red Book of Lance the poet breaks out, breaks through, and means to change your mind: burn baby burn.



The Red Book of Lance

A spark in the dark to set the world on fire, words of flame cried in the wilderness by a madman who is damned to tell the truth, The Red Book of Lance is fourteen dozen of this modern master's meticulous poems introduced by his physician and illustrated with cover portraits by his son.

Darker than his other books yet brightened by flashes of mad humor, the work reflects the gravity of the times, speaking prophetically of political change and social evolution.

This seventh book of Lance is a distillation of deep meditation on life and madness, the world and the universe, the self and others, and the journey of the soul.

In The Red Book of Lance the poet breaks out, breaks through, and means to change your mind: burn baby burn.



The Little Book of Lance

I have written five big books and now it is time for a little one, a handy collection of my latest and best poems: just for fun.

I have been surprised and delighted to discover that not only is my poetry understood, it is enjoyed in far distant places all over the world. This makes me very happy!

Therefore, with all my love, I would like to offer this little book as a heartfelt gift of my humble gratitude, to all of you kind and thoughtful readers who have been so good to me and given me so much: just for you.

Special thanks to my son Stevie II, for his cover painting which somehow manages to illustrate all of the poems in this book in one image, and to Stephanee Killen, who has designed this and all my books so wisely and so well.

I give you then this present, The Little Book of Lance: just for fun, just for you.

I hope you enjoy it.

Love,

+Stevie

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.



New Poems

Love, loss, loneliness; affection, alienation, absurdity; poetics, politics, philosophy; humor, heartbreak, and humanity are passionately, poignantly, perfectly expressed in this fifth and best book of three hundred most unusual poems by this most unusual poet: the elusive, reclusive, enigmatic +Steven Curtis Lance.



Magic

A little blue book of Magic
Is what you need and if you heed
You too can escape the tragic
Morasses of meaninglessness
Come to my home and visit me
You are most welcome you will see

There is nothing to fear unless
You dislike eccentricity
A gentle madness to be sure
Here in the realm of fantasy

Yet one for which there is no cure
For no one has ever gone back
Once they have broken free to be
And why should they? Nothing we lack

Nothing we lose we only choose
For our choices are limitless
No rushing no unseemly haste
We never hurry never stress

No moment ever goes to waste
Please come at least to have some tea
I think you will like what you see
Please come at least and have a taste

Admission costs just $13.41
And thus a great adventure is begun




+Steven Curtis Lance / Collected Poems

+Steven Curtis Lance has been a practicing poet for thirty-five years, and his fiftieth birthday is fast approaching. In observance of this milestone, he now offers himself to you within the pages of this book. Mr. Lance has created well over a thousand "Transcendental Sonnets," the very distillation of his life, and this entire collection, up to the date of this publication, may be found here along with a few hundred additional poems, or “other observations,” as he calls them. +Steven Curtis Lance / Collected Poems contains two complete books as well as new works by this modern master. This is one poet's life, offered with love from his open heart to yours: seven hundred and twenty-eight pages and three pounds of life, of love, and of laughing last. Can you handle the truth? Buy and read and savor this treasury of love, romance, politics, philosophy, and occasionally subversive humor, and live, love, and laugh last with Lance. Enjoy!

Cover art by Dr....



Transcendental Sonnets and Other Observations ...for Silke

+Steven Curtis Lance has created this book as an offering of love to his muse, Silke, or, as he calls her, "Silke Shining in the Sky." Within the graceful covers of this beautifully presented Expanded Edition of his magnum opus, the respected BrainMeta.com Poet in Residence offers most of his well-known and highly-acclaimed Transcendental Sonnets, as well as many other poems in many other forms, comprising the work of the past two years, as a labor of love for the one he loves. Here we witness the triumphal advent of +Steven Curtis Lance; after a lifetime of writing poetry and composing classical music, after twenty-five years as a distinguished member of the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers as both author and composer, after publishing one hundred and thirty choral motets (among many other things), after suffering much, living much, learning much, and loving much, +Steven Curtis Lance now announces himself to the world, with his hand to the plough and no...



Sweet Moon for Silke

This delightful little book consists of a "Prologue" sonnet, a "Why There Are No Page Numbers in This Book" sonnet, the continuation of the author's incredible series of "Transcendental Sonnets," numbers 633 through 1022, and closes with an "Encore" sonnet. Chockablock with love, philosophy, politics, humor, humanity, as well as the author's distinctive "other observations," the book was a joint effort of both the poet and his wife, Dr. Silke Lance, who did the absolutely stunning cover art. Dr. Lance also served as her husband's editor this time. This second book is smaller and lighter than the first, and meant to be a romantic romp in the moonlight. Anyone who has ever looked up at the moon and wondered about things will surely find something to love in this second volume of extraordinary sonnets from BrainMeta.com's extraordinary Poet in Residence, +Steven Curtis Lance. As he says in the last line of the "Prologue," "I give this book then: for my butterfly"


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I Want to Be a Poet

I Want to Be a Poet

I seek to speak what has not been said
At least not said to death
Nor merely spit up what I have read
And not to waste my breath

Beautiful magical cryptical words
Soaring things-in-themselves like sunset birds
Squared-away and added-up ...just ...like ...so:

I want to be a poet (did you know?)

I seek to see what has not been seen
At least not seen by me
And I see you will see what I mean
Inside my poetry

Singing and soaring praying and roaring
I am so glad now that I have gone mad
To do some good by doing something well

I want to be a poet (can you tell?)

I seek to sing what has not been sung
At least not heard by you
And climb the ladder another rung
Doing this thing I do

Improving myself improving the time
Trying to make my prosaic life rhyme
Fifty-three going on fourteen in fall:

I want to be a poet (that is all)

+Steven Curtis Lance


Copyright MMVIII


Posted on Tuesday 02 of December, 2008 [20:40:41 UTC]

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I Want to Be a Poet

+Steven Curtis Lance in Poetry Group Blog
Tuesday 02 of December, 2008
I Want to Be a Poet

I seek to speak what has not been said
At least not said to death
Nor merely spit up what I have read
And not to waste my breath

Beautiful magical cryptical words
Soaring things-in-themselves like sunset birds
Squared-away and added-up ...just ...like ...so:

I want to be a poet (did you know?)

I seek to see what has not been seen
At least not seen by me
And I see you will see what I mean
Inside my poetry

Singing and soaring praying and roaring
I am so glad now that I have gone mad
To do some good by doing something well

I want to be a poet (can you tell?)

I seek to sing what has not been sung
At least not heard by you
And climb the ladder another rung
Doing this thing I do

Improving myself improving the time
Trying to make my prosaic life rhyme
Fifty-three going on fourteen in fall:

I want to be a poet (that is all)

+Steven Curtis Lance


Copyright MMVIII


Posted on Tuesday 02 of December, 2008 [20:32:02 UTC]

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Oasis

+Steven Curtis Lance in Poetry Group Blog
Saturday 29 of November, 2008
Oasis

At this late hour as you can see
How and why it is with me
It would not surprise me should you wonder why
And how I remain to write poetry
As I remain in refusal to die
Though given good opportunity
On a regular basis

Still even more stubborn than ever I
Remain in my oasis
If only as a palm tree after all
But I keep these leaves when other leaves fall

Stop stars stoop down and sing with me
Of substellar destiny
And a falling star in my backyard
About how I fell and went down hard
Right here in my oasis

Still more stubborn than ever I
On a regular basis
Remain surprised I survived such stuff
To bring such surprise to your faces
Though I was crazier than I was tough
Still I remain and that remains enough
For palm trees planted difficult places

+Steven Curtis Lance


Copyright MMVIII


Posted on Saturday 29 of November, 2008 [05:12:28 UTC]

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Oasis

Oasis

At this late hour as you can see
How and why it is with me
It would not surprise me should you wonder why
And how I remain to write poetry
As I remain in refusal to die
Though given good opportunity
On a regular basis

Still even more stubborn than ever I
Remain in my oasis
If only as a palm tree after all
But I keep these leaves when other leaves fall

Stop stars stoop down and sing with me
Of substellar destiny
And a falling star in my backyard
About how I fell and went down hard
Right here in my oasis

Still more stubborn than ever I
On a regular basis
Remain surprised I survived such stuff
To bring such surprise to your faces
Though I was crazier than I was tough
Still I remain and that remains enough
For palm trees planted difficult places

+Steven Curtis Lance


Copyright MMVIII


Posted on Saturday 29 of November, 2008 [02:18:46 UTC]

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Capricorn Lutheran Decline-to-State

+Steven Curtis Lance in Poetry Group Blog
Wednesday 26 of November, 2008
Capricorn Lutheran Decline-to-State

Unafraid of heights it is hard to scare
Someone with nothing to lose after all

The sky is not so high nor I so small
That I cannot soar it with wings of mind
Lifting me so I fall up when I fall
And sometimes ahead though sometimes behind
Imagination rising raising me
As high as I imagine I might go
To win a wiser perspective up there
Whether or not whether challenge or dare
Affording me the possibility
To know better whether or not I know
And to take care whether or not I care
Losing or winning ending beginning

Unafraid of heights it is hard to scare
Someone with nothing to lose after all

+Steven Curtis Lance


Copyright MMVIII


Posted on Wednesday 26 of November, 2008 [17:52:38 UTC]

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Capricorn Lutheran Decline-to-State

Capricorn Lutheran Decline-to-State

Unafraid of heights it is hard to scare
Someone with nothing to lose after all

The sky is not so high nor I so small
That I cannot soar it with wings of mind
Lifting me so I fall up when I fall
And sometimes ahead though sometimes behind
Imagination rising raising me
As high as I imagine I might go
To win a wiser perspective up there
Whether or not whether challenge or dare
Affording me the possibility
To know better whether or not I know
And to take care whether or not I care
Losing or winning ending beginning

Unafraid of heights it is hard to scare
Someone with nothing to lose after all

+Steven Curtis Lance


Copyright MMVIII


Posted on Wednesday 26 of November, 2008 [14:16:49 UTC]

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Between Expectation and Memory

+Steven Curtis Lance in Poetry Group Blog
Monday 24 of November, 2008
Between Expectation and Memory

on time the threefold present

How did it get to be late
So early
Making my motions first straight
Then curly

Aswirl in the general tendency
Rounding the corner to circle the square
And being surprised to run into me
When I thought someone else was standing there
Squaring the circle to answer a prayer?

The only answer I hear is to be:

Present
As a leaf I fall
Pleasant
Into after all

Aswirl in the general tendency
Rounding the corner to circle the square
Squaring the circle to answer a prayer
When I thought someone else was standing there
And being surprised to run into me

How?

Between expectation and memory:

Now

+Steven Curtis Lance


Copyright MMVIII


Posted on Monday 24 of November, 2008 [18:00:09 UTC]

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Between Expectation and Memory

Between Expectation and Memory

on time the threefold present

How did it get to be late
So early
Making my motions first straight
Then curly

Aswirl in the general tendency
Rounding the corner to circle the square
And being surprised to run into me
When I thought someone else was standing there
Squaring the circle to answer a prayer?

The only answer I hear is to be:

Present
As a leaf I fall
Pleasant
Into after all

Aswirl in the general tendency
Rounding the corner to circle the square
Squaring the circle to answer a prayer
When I thought someone else was standing there
And being surprised to run into me

How?

Between expectation and memory:

Now

+Steven Curtis Lance


Copyright MMVIII


Posted on Monday 24 of November, 2008 [17:50:16 UTC]

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Models

+Steven Curtis Lance in Poetry Group Blog
Sunday 16 of November, 2008
Models

We are like clotheshangers
Since we are more
Or less the cliffhangers
Of what we wore

Life is killing us thrillingly
We strut through stiff dangers
Chopping the chore
Willingly and unwillingly

So determined so dutiful
As plain as day as beautiful

+Steven Curtis Lance


Copyright MMVIII


Posted on Sunday 16 of November, 2008 [01:16:40 UTC]

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Models

Models

We are like clotheshangers
Since we are more
Or less the cliffhangers
Of what we wore

Life is killing us thrillingly
We strut through stiff dangers
Chopping the chore
Willingly and unwillingly

So determined so dutiful
As plain as day as beautiful

+Steven Curtis Lance


Copyright MMVIII


Posted on Sunday 16 of November, 2008 [01:04:33 UTC]


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!

Sea Stones
Sea Stones is a distillation of the essence of this modern master's late poetry, tracing the poet's passage from the death of winter through the birth of spring into the life of summer, a blooming of the light in which every moment matters and every word tells in ascending progression through the days to always, through one life reclusive to all life inclusive, from +Steven Curtis Lance's heart to yours.

An uncompromising artwork of meticulous quality, this ninth book of Lance is available in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions worldwide.

Download: $12.22
Hardcover Print: $29.95

 
Sea Stones
Sea Stones is a distillation of the essence of this modern master's late poetry, tracing the poet's passage from the death of winter through the birth of spring into the life of summer, a blooming of the light in which every moment matters and every word tells in ascending progression through the days to always, through one life reclusive to all life inclusive, from +Steven Curtis Lance's heart to yours. An uncompromising artwork of meticulous quality, this ninth book of Lance is available in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions worldwide.
Print: $10.95
Download: $3.78

 
Dancing Naked in a Haunted House
The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.

As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.

The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.

Respect and solidarity,

+Steven Curtis Lance

Print: $19.00
Download: $7.82

 
Dancing Naked in a Haunted House
The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.

As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.

The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.

Respect and solidarity,

+Steven Curtis Lance

Download: $16.21
Hardcover Print: $37.95

 
The Red Book of Lance
A spark in the dark to set the world on fire, words of flame cried in the wilderness by a madman who is damned to tell the truth, The Red Book of Lance is fourteen dozen of this modern master's meticulous poems introduced by his physician and illustrated with cover portraits by his son.

Darker than his other books yet brightened by flashes of mad humor, the work reflects the gravity of the times, speaking prophetically of political change and social evolution.

This seventh book of Lance is a distillation of deep meditation on life and madness, the world and the universe, the self and others, and the journey of the soul.

In The Red Book of Lance the poet breaks out, breaks through, and means to change your mind: burn baby burn.

Print: $13.26
Download: $4.92

 
The Red Book of Lance
A spark in the dark to set the world on fire, words of flame cried in the wilderness by a madman who is damned to tell the truth, The Red Book of Lance is fourteen dozen of this modern master's meticulous poems introduced by his physician and illustrated with cover portraits by his son.

Darker than his other books yet brightened by flashes of mad humor, the work reflects the gravity of the times, speaking prophetically of political change and social evolution.

This seventh book of Lance is a distillation of deep meditation on life and madness, the world and the universe, the self and others, and the journey of the soul.

In The Red Book of Lance the poet breaks out, breaks through, and means to change your mind: burn baby burn.

Download: $10.10
Hardcover Print: $28.95

 
The Little Book of Lance
I have written five big books and now it is time for a little one, a handy collection of my latest and best poems: just for fun.

I have been surprised and delighted to discover that not only is my poetry understood, it is enjoyed in far distant places all over the world. This makes me very happy!

Therefore, with all my love, I would like to offer this little book as a heartfelt gift of my humble gratitude, to all of you kind and thoughtful readers who have been so good to me and given me so much: just for you.

Special thanks to my son Stevie II, for his cover painting which somehow manages to illustrate all of the poems in this book in one image, and to Stephanee Killen, who has designed this and all my books so wisely and so well.

I give you then this present, The Little Book of Lance: just for fun, just for you.

I hope you enjoy it.

Love,

+Stevie

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.

Print: $9.80

 
New Poems
Love, loss, loneliness; affection, alienation, absurdity; poetics, politics, philosophy; humor, heartbreak, and humanity are passionately, poignantly, perfectly expressed in this fifth and best book of three hundred most unusual poems by this most unusual poet: the elusive, reclusive, enigmatic +Steven Curtis Lance.
Print: $20.00
Download: $8.82

 
Magic
A little blue book of Magic
Is what you need and if you heed
You too can escape the tragic
Morasses of meaninglessness
Come to my home and visit me
You are most welcome you will see

There is nothing to fear unless
You dislike eccentricity
A gentle madness to be sure
Here in the realm of fantasy

Yet one for which there is no cure
For no one has ever gone back
Once they have broken free to be
And why should they? Nothing we lack

Nothing we lose we only choose
For our choices are limitless
No rushing no unseemly haste
We never hurry never stress

No moment ever goes to waste
Please come at least to have some tea
I think you will like what you see
Please come at least and have a taste

Admission costs just $13.41
And thus a great adventure is begun

Print: $20.86
Download: $11.24

 
+Steven Curtis Lance / Collected Poems
+Steven Curtis Lance has been a practicing poet for thirty-five years, and his fiftieth birthday is fast approaching. In observance of this milestone, he now offers himself to you within the pages of this book. Mr. Lance has created well over a thousand "Transcendental Sonnets," the very distillation of his life, and this entire collection, up to the date of this publication, may be found here along with a few hundred additional poems, or “other observations,” as he calls them. +Steven Curtis Lance / Collected Poems contains two complete books as well as new works by this modern master. This is one poet's life, offered with love from his open heart to yours: seven hundred and twenty-eight pages and three pounds of life, of love, and of laughing last. Can you handle the truth? Buy and read and savor this treasury of love, romance, politics, philosophy, and occasionally subversive humor, and live, love, and laugh last with Lance. Enjoy!

Cover art by Dr. Silke Lance


Print: $32.30

 
Transcendental Sonnets and Other Observations ...for Silke
+Steven Curtis Lance has created this book as an offering of love to his muse, Silke, or, as he calls her, "Silke Shining in the Sky." Within the graceful covers of this beautifully presented Expanded Edition of his magnum opus, the respected BrainMeta.com Poet in Residence offers most of his well-known and highly-acclaimed Transcendental Sonnets, as well as many other poems in many other forms, comprising the work of the past two years, as a labor of love for the one he loves. Here we witness the triumphal advent of +Steven Curtis Lance; after a lifetime of writing poetry and composing classical music, after twenty-five years as a distinguished member of the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers as both author and composer, after publishing one hundred and thirty choral motets (among many other things), after suffering much, living much, learning much, and loving much, +Steven Curtis Lance now announces himself to the world, with his hand to the plough and no turning back, as a POET.
Print: $26.19
Download: $11.41

 
Sweet Moon for Silke
This delightful little book consists of a "Prologue" sonnet, a "Why There Are No Page Numbers in This Book" sonnet, the continuation of the author's incredible series of "Transcendental Sonnets," numbers 633 through 1022, and closes with an "Encore" sonnet. Chockablock with love, philosophy, politics, humor, humanity, as well as the author's distinctive "other observations," the book was a joint effort of both the poet and his wife, Dr. Silke Lance, who did the absolutely stunning cover art. Dr. Lance also served as her husband's editor this time. This second book is smaller and lighter than the first, and meant to be a romantic romp in the moonlight. Anyone who has ever looked up at the moon and wondered about things will surely find something to love in this second volume of extraordinary sonnets from BrainMeta.com's extraordinary Poet in Residence, +Steven Curtis Lance. As he says in the last line of the "Prologue," "I give this book then: for my butterfly"
Print: $11.06
Download: $2.58

 
Author Info
+Steven Curtis Lance
Studio Lance
145 N. Cleveland St.
Orange, California 92866-1624
stevelance@earthlink.net
www.authorsden.com/stevencurtislance


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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!


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