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    Eagle's Wings
    Eagle's Wings
    Eagle's Wings
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    Eagle's Wings

    By Scott Vanya

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    How do you explain to the old writer or man or woman, that when he was a young man or woman he was just as good a writer or person that he or she is now. What he (generically) was timeless and beautiful and grand and bold, etc. etc., yet it was most appropriate to the audience of that age group as well?

    What I have written as an older man may indeed be better crafted, richer in life experience, zest, and power, yet what i was wrote as a young was also full of talent, zest, and power. Yet, more than anything else if was filled with a DESIRE TO KNOW, TO LOVE, TO EMBRACE and EXPERIENCE All of this strange, dynamic, and sometimes subtle world of ours, this THING called Life.

    This book was my first, my first bold step onto the planet called Earth. And as such, of course, holds a dear place in my heart. It meant so much to me at the time (1986-1990) that I would have rather wrote in/on it than almost anything else.

    And I strongly believe it DOES hold talent, craft, wisdom, poignancy, and joy. It is a Vision of Optimism and Love. The Vision of Optimism and Love, out of which has evolved ALL of my current writing.

    I pray you enjoy it.

    It really was written for YOU, not in the general, but the Specific.

    Peace and Eternal Bliss, Love, and Grace to You and Yours.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherScott Vanya
    Release dateMay 11, 2014
    ISBN9781310107832
    Eagle's Wings
    Author

    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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      Book preview

      Eagle's Wings - Scott Vanya

      Divine Inspiration

      Heresy rose above the throng

      And peered down into the nothingness

      Of evil boiling and regurgitating

      Sulfuric fumes which oozed out over the surface.

      His static wings, singed and festered,

      Dripped puss into the discontented gorges below.

      As his gullet opened

      His sperpentine tongue belched forth hellfire.

      "Oh, ye, righteous heretics

      This Mighty's

      Usurption of our thrones

      An act so foul in its justice

      And unreasonable in its logic,

      Must be rectified through His meteoric downfall.

      Holy ones, we must unite

      Under a common goal of truth and repentence.

      We must diminish his potency,

      By lavishing hordes of discontent

      Throughout the land of our sentiment.

      We, like the winds of Chaos,

      Will bend His power until it snaps

      Flinging our worthy souls

      Into their righteous heaven.

      His limbs

      Will be milled and finally scorched by the flames

      Of our infernal sanctum.

      We have shown the limits of his omnipotence

      By our very existence:

      For the abscence of hope is far greater retribution

      Than the existence of pain.

      Our mediocre punishment proves

      His weakness is either loss of power

      Or impetuous justice

      But most probably a melding of the both.

      Comrades, the eternity has come!

      Now we must, must march on!

      Hand in hand with Chaos

      Up through the world of Man

      And beyond The Empyreum,

      We must wrench asunder the firmament

      Throughout eternity

      Until the wretched infidel

      Falls beyond our misbegotten habitat.

      Arise embodiments of virtue

      We must right this wrong.

      We must dethrone the Usurper.

      We must punish our Jailor

      To arms, Brothers, to arms

      The time has come to live up to our creed

      and fulfill our destiny!"

      -February 6, 1985

      Previous:Next

      Goodbye

      Ah, The Fates

      With their steadily pumping loom

      Pouring out course threads

      Of such a short length,

      Sharpen your blade!

      Take this piece

      And make it a clean cut!

      I forgive you.

      ---

      between 1984 and 1986

      Previous:Next

      The Glory of the Sea

      The city feels cold

      And the wind blows over me

      The waves tumble in

      And I feel.

      The trees whisper

      And the music plays

      I am content

      to feel.

      Kyrie Elieson

      Two moons pass above

      One real

      The other holy.

      The breakers crash

      And the mist cools my face.

      Yearning to beone

      I imagine

      I dream

      Dreams of the sea

      And losing myself.

      Moved

      by the vastness.

      Awe

      Uttering nothing

      A pause

      To enjoy

      And live.

      The stars twinkle

      A signal

      And the clouds float by.

      The city lights flicker

      Calling the waves home

      And they gently respond.

      Loneliness for a love

      Too far away

      Dreams unfulfilled.

      The call of the whale

      Soothes my blood

      And I return

      to joy.

      Fingers cold

      Pain insignificant

      As I bask in

      The Glory of the Sea.

      With pen in hand

      Ink flows freely

      And the moons pulse

      To the rhythm of the Sea.

      Once, the skyline appears kind

      Beautiful

      As the sea soothes the bustle.

      And I walk on

      Writing in the blue flicker

      Of the moon.

      A rainbow

      As a circle

      Clasps the moon

      Beauty

      Fills the sky

      My soul applauds.

      Waves crash

      Continue their path

      The Glory of the Sea

      Calls my name

      And I respond

      Love.

      And from my memories

      Rises

      - This is Life -

      And the Sea nods.

      Horizon surrounds me

      And the mist

      Enhances my view.

      The satsr move

      And the wind blows

      Stinging my eyes

      And I cry.

      Pleasure. Bliss!

      And I am warm

      In the Glory of the Sea.

      Orion waves

      And I salute the Heavens.

      And I return

      My soul renewed

      And I am content.

      Previous:Next

      And the Night Sky

      And in the night sky

      The sun of the city

      Sets the clouds ablaze.

      I shall return

      As a choir of angels

      Calls my name.

      And the moon and sun

      Sing in key

      And the night sky

      Rejoices.

      ---

      Winter 1987

      Previous:Next

      I have returned

      I have returned

      Abd the Beauty remains.

      I feel at home

      Amongst the mist

      And a pipe blows in my ear.

      And I return to years before.

      Eons fall away

      And I am primordial.

      The Beauty remains.

      I have returned.

      Mother welcomes

      And the warm embrace

      Calms

      All.

      ---

      Winter 1987

      Previous:Next

      Pool of Dreams

      Take a dive of the deep end

      Enveloped in pools of psychedelia

      Colors flow

      And tides move by.

      Take a dive off the deep end

      Bath in the waters of the mind

      Thoughts transparent

      And the colors fill my eyes.

      Take a dive off the deep end

      Drenched in this womb of warmth

      And the wanes crash

      Close your eyes

      And let it take you where you will

      Meteors whizzing by.

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