The Lancean Specificity
New Stars
Born aesthetic or so they say
Never athletic anyway
Worn ascetic along the way
Of the fray on the way to die
Always the hard way never less
Enslaved in sanctuaries of
The rich for what I saved for love
Enduring the hypocrisy
Of those who would diminish me
Would hold me down by gold to crown
Their own illegitimacy
But I escaped from those who gaped
To swallow up and finish me
To take the rest of what they raped
So I took poverty as far
As I could go where those who knew
Me were and knew I had to know
You few believing I could fly
Or knew I had to leave to try
To do what I thought I ought to
In the thrall of a falling star
And I was caught up in the sky
Worth staying for nevertheless
Becoming one one wonders why
About and one who wonders too
When night is falling calling out
And bringing in what night has brought
What some are praying for I guess
New stars to rise then each alone
But only lonely as we choose
To shine while falling down or not
To fall with nothing left to lose
Though costing everything at last
The poor pay more the rich pay less
The hard way of humanity
But we all fall down slow or fast
Up in the air with naught to care
For anymore but falling for
The sake of being then and there
A descending trajectory
Where here and now is everywhere
When now is how it is to be
On velvet blue we shine unknown
Out of the blue but know it then
As seeking finding what was sought
Tonight to own what light has shown
We remember to forget when
Not knowing why but learning how
We turn out in the burning now
New stars as it turns out we are
Taking pleasure and leaving pain
Forgetting to remember and
Returning through the velvet blue
Burning now between me and you
As we do how to learn and who
To burn what we are each a star
We shine for now if not again
As close as we are far away
One reaching for another hand
Calling out to us as we fall
Born aesthetic or so they say
Maybe falling and maybe small
Never athletic anyway
We take the greatest fall of all
Maybe not the brightest ever
Worn ascetic along the way
Born to shine from now to never
Throughout tonight into today
Now at least if not forever
As though just so but what a ride
New stars though falling calling me
Who calling join you in the tide
Of falling stars who after all
Though falling see how now can be
As we fall to the other side
New stars though falling calling me
New stars though falling falling free
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
Never athletic anyway
Worn ascetic along the way
Of the fray on the way to die
Always the hard way never less
Enslaved in sanctuaries of
The rich for what I saved for love
Enduring the hypocrisy
Of those who would diminish me
Would hold me down by gold to crown
Their own illegitimacy
But I escaped from those who gaped
To swallow up and finish me
To take the rest of what they raped
So I took poverty as far
As I could go where those who knew
Me were and knew I had to know
You few believing I could fly
Or knew I had to leave to try
To do what I thought I ought to
In the thrall of a falling star
And I was caught up in the sky
Worth staying for nevertheless
Becoming one one wonders why
About and one who wonders too
When night is falling calling out
And bringing in what night has brought
What some are praying for I guess
New stars to rise then each alone
But only lonely as we choose
To shine while falling down or not
To fall with nothing left to lose
Though costing everything at last
The poor pay more the rich pay less
The hard way of humanity
But we all fall down slow or fast
Up in the air with naught to care
For anymore but falling for
The sake of being then and there
A descending trajectory
Where here and now is everywhere
When now is how it is to be
On velvet blue we shine unknown
Out of the blue but know it then
As seeking finding what was sought
Tonight to own what light has shown
We remember to forget when
Not knowing why but learning how
We turn out in the burning now
New stars as it turns out we are
Taking pleasure and leaving pain
Forgetting to remember and
Returning through the velvet blue
Burning now between me and you
As we do how to learn and who
To burn what we are each a star
We shine for now if not again
As close as we are far away
One reaching for another hand
Calling out to us as we fall
Born aesthetic or so they say
Maybe falling and maybe small
Never athletic anyway
We take the greatest fall of all
Maybe not the brightest ever
Worn ascetic along the way
Born to shine from now to never
Throughout tonight into today
Now at least if not forever
As though just so but what a ride
New stars though falling calling me
Who calling join you in the tide
Of falling stars who after all
Though falling see how now can be
As we fall to the other side
New stars though falling calling me
New stars though falling falling free
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
