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    Keyhole
    Keyhole
    Keyhole
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    Keyhole

    By Scott Vanya

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    As I see it, and as I saw it as I was putting together/writing the poems in this book, it is a poet's job, whether vocation or avocation, to open himself up as wide as possible spiritually, emotionally, and most importantly linguistically so that he may be "peered thru". Poems can be kaleidoscopic in their nature or simple (see R. Frost here), and some like K. Gibran, can broaden the domain to not only include the language and culture in which they were written, but a wider context, encompassing more than just those in close proximity.
    What I had hoped do with Keyhole is show the light on the Inside of us, where if we look closely, as we might at a small spider on our finger, we are in awe, reverent, and thankful.
    I feel passionately about this book, because I think it does show, exemplify, that the more honest we are, the more universal we are. And that sense of open-ended truths is what connects us as humans far more than our battles, angers, or griefs.
    Perhaps, Honesty is the doorway we humans seek more so than Truth...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherScott Vanya
    Release dateApr 25, 2014
    ISBN9781310346163
    Keyhole
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    Scott Vanya

    I've been writing for a very long time, what seems like my whole life, taking it seriously from the time I was about 11. Now, at 46, I think I may be starting to get the hang of it: Say what you feel, as passionately as you can, but always with an ear turned to those who are listening.Most of my more serious work is done at live performances, which i do totally extemporaneously, channeling the mood of the room as my fingers play on the guitar. You can see some of that if you go to "my" website. (Open Mics Austin is a platform I created to showcase the Spoken Word scene here in Austin, TX. Only a small role in which i play.)As far as I can tell what makes good writing is LOVE. Love ,plainly simply, and with no strings attached.I put these words/books before you, not so much because I want something back from it, because I think and feel like I feel my bones and my soul, if you were to see the world, experience it like it do, for even a brief moment, you would walk away from that happier, more alive, compassionate and in tune with all those around you.Peace, good will, and harmony. Let those be your guiding light.Agape forever,Scott VanyaPublication Credits:Stepping Stones Magazine, The Main Street Rag, www.carcinogenicpoetry.com, Texas Art Initiative, Phoenix New Life Poetry, Walt’s Corner, Manna, Perigee, Chicago Literary Review, Mobius, Cosmic Trend, Pitchfork, Romantics Quarterly, Artisan, Pegasus, The Neovictorian, Red Owl, The Story Teller, The Blind Man's Rainbow, Atlantic Pacific Press

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      Keyhole - Scott Vanya

      Keyhole

       

      Scott Vanya

       

      Copyright Scott Vanya 2016

       

      Published at Smashwords

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      And yet I continue to care...A rainy afternoonI can't see...I could be a flowerI could not wait for DeathNO MASTERS_NO SLAVESSeveral short poemsI am most At 1 when we are 2 ge_atherI came into The WorldWhile the children lay sleepingI can not stand to be alone anymoreIn the Dark WoodsI've come to slay The DragonI will go ahead and make time for this (love)SometimesSoul KissWhat would it be likeWhenWhen I left this world behindWhen Maternity Came to MeThis isWhere do we go from here...Take me backI have tasted love...I have seen if I were truly by myselfHow was your day?

      And yet I continue to care...

       

       

      Don't know why,

      don't know where or when it happened,

        but yet I began to move one time,

        here now writing

        as if for the first time.

       

      Seems I am always laying around,

        or sitting,

        wondering if it

        can all go by without me,,,

       

      Time to move on-

        the voice says;

        Get busy.

        Do something.

       

      Yet what, I know not.

       

      Just in motion for a moment,

        for a song,

        for a penny of your thought,

        yet going on

      I must.

      Previous:Next

      A rainy afternoon

       

       

      Good to remember

          as Marley said when more than his words

          breathed air:

          It does not rain on one man's house alone.

      Also that when here

          under the wintry skies

          and pain of cold and stiffness

          that the boiling wind still blows

          in the Sahara

          and the sweaty mists still drip

              in the Amazon and African jungles

              and many other places as well.

      But what an Ode! To rain, to cold,

          to stiff limbs,

          and blood that slows

          in these days of cold and chill.

      Tho for me on this deep dark December

          the words I will sing,

          tho the spellings of which I can not remember:

      Off we go into a wild blue yonder,

          where the Sun WILL Shine Again,

          if not today or yesterday

          Zen Tomorrow or Tomorrow's morrow

      When we all get to sing together again!!!

      Previous:Next

      I can't see...

       

       

      I can't see what all this means,

        so I enter it here hoping

        some sense (not cents)

        will come from it.

       

      Now's here where all ways have been:

       

        Hoping (making new meanings of that)

        Praying (yes, new meanings of that, too).

       

      Had to toss off the old buffalo robes

        a-door friend gave me,

        to embrace the cold,

        the world, the friend, the need.

       

      The need to speak honestly and openly,

        that here is where

        I begin and end.

       

      Simply put:

       

       

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