Through a thousand nights of love into a thousand days of poetry, love came to me wearing its thousand faces and thrillingly whispering words into my heart. I wanted to remember them and to share them with you so I wrote them all down with the uttermost care as my uttermost offering, by love and for love with all of my heart. Those words were these poems which are this book of a thousand nights of love into a thousand days of poetry, written down with the uttermost care, to remember and to share. And even and especially when it might not seem so, all these words in all their thousand ways share as their source and destination love, wearing its thousand faces and thrillingly whispering words, these words, into your heart through mine. I made this book for you and it is yours now. It had to be called LOVE because it is. Take it. Love, +Steven
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Mr. Lance's book, love, is full of deepest sentiments from the human heart. From the most sincere of love to the deepest of despair, Mr. Lance shares his heart and soul with us, his readers and friends, and gives us a window into his life.
I highly, highly recommend this book to anyone and everyone.
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Existential Elegy,
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Existential Elegy
at spes non fracta I Nobody While waiting for my life to start While tiring of my dying I cannot give away my heart Though not for want of trying On my part Nobody wants the thing Lucky for me nobody will take it Anyway Somebody might just drop it and break it So they say Nobody wants to die too fast Nobody wants to live too slow What have I done to deserve all this (An answer which nobody would know)? Not enough future or too much past? Not much hope yet love to spare and share Even so Am I the only one lonely here? I am done dying! Let living start! Day turns night as winter rounds the year I reach out and nobody is there More faithful than anybody is At fifty-four I thought I had things sorted Or at least one might think I ought to But I never got or forgot to And once-clear reflections wink back distorted Where clearly nobody blows me a kiss And now I seem to me to be Falling in love with nobody Just like me II Somebody I find myself beginning to connect With others of my kind at this late hour Those of us left here struggling to perfect A way to say something about now or Then and how or when and why or else what We wonder about and wander to see And seeing then to seek by words of power To find what is lost and speak what is sought When we touch one another through the page This is the consolation of my age As good a reason as any to be Here in the first place remaining as I Have found to keep living and maybe why As good a reason as any to me People once thought I was homeless because I looked like it and I probably was In mind and in heart before this best part Of life came in the nick of time and space But I have something to do and the place To do it in before I go away It feels good to be here and good to know With no away to go to I must stay Like an old tree to know nothing but to grow As good a reason as any to be When we touch one another through the page As good a reason as any to me This is the consolation of my age III Everybody In the end everything resolves perfectly Since everybody is dead During the process life lived imperfectly Is catalytic instead The oyster grows the pearl The trouble grows the girl Or boy as he or she is meant to be As you become you and I become me When things resolve perfectly then we are gone But it never matters then Things will resolve perfectly when we move on If only the perfection of nothingness We have lived and died so long for so much less IV All Life rises and falls again and again: Again and again and again! +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX
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Existential Elegy,
By Transeamus (Orange, CA USA) - See all my reviews
This review is from: LOVE (Hardcover)
Existential Elegy
at spes non fracta I Nobody While waiting for my life to start While tiring of my dying I cannot give away my heart Though not for want of trying On my part Nobody wants the thing Lucky for me nobody will take it Anyway Somebody might just drop it and break it So they say Nobody wants to die too fast Nobody wants to live too slow What have I done to deserve all this (An answer which nobody would know)? Not enough future or too much past? Not much hope yet love to spare and share Even so Am I the only one lonely here? I am done dying! Let living start! Day turns night as winter rounds the year I reach out and nobody is there More faithful than anybody is At fifty-four I thought I had things sorted Or at least one might think I ought to But I never got or forgot to And once-clear reflections wink back distorted Where clearly nobody blows me a kiss And now I seem to me to be Falling in love with nobody Just like me II Somebody I find myself beginning to connect With others of my kind at this late hour Those of us left here struggling to perfect A way to say something about now or Then and how or when and why or else what We wonder about and wander to see And seeing then to seek by words of power To find what is lost and speak what is sought When we touch one another through the page This is the consolation of my age As good a reason as any to be Here in the first place remaining as I Have found to keep living and maybe why As good a reason as any to me People once thought I was homeless because I looked like it and I probably was In mind and in heart before this best part Of life came in the nick of time and space But I have something to do and the place To do it in before I go away It feels good to be here and good to know With no away to go to I must stay Like an old tree to know nothing but to grow As good a reason as any to be When we touch one another through the page As good a reason as any to me This is the consolation of my age III Everybody In the end everything resolves perfectly Since everybody is dead During the process life lived imperfectly Is catalytic instead The oyster grows the pearl The trouble grows the girl Or boy as he or she is meant to be As you become you and I become me When things resolve perfectly then we are gone But it never matters then Things will resolve perfectly when we move on If only the perfection of nothingness We have lived and died so long for so much less IV All Life rises and falls again and again: Again and again and again! +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX
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