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    Might As Well Fly Away
    Might As Well Fly Away
    Might As Well Fly Away
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    Might As Well Fly Away

    By Scott Vanya

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    As a person, evolves, at least it is my sincere and most deeply felt hope, he or she begins to realize and manifest an ever broader and more encompassing sense of peace and love. At least that is my hope and how it has happened to me. As I have experienced more life, living and loving my love for ever broader peoples and types of events has also increased.
    And tho not always, as poems are mere moments, there are times, that passion, what I refer to as "agape" is so complete and there is no longer any enemy or hardship to be had, the "need" for me to be here is non-existent.
    And yet, as such, I blend into the null-space (also my phrase for it) and come back ALWAYS refreshed and more enlivened than ever to help my fellow earthlings.
    And this perspective, has neither race, nor border, nor politics, nor prejudice, it is just all pervading sense of goodness.
    These poems come from that place. May they bring en, ex, or just plain all-around Joy!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherScott Vanya
    Release dateJan 24, 2015
    ISBN9781311704474
    Might As Well Fly Away
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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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      Might As Well Fly Away - Scott Vanya

      The clan I travel with

      the clan i travel with

        doesn't really exist.

      that is to say

        anymore than the wind does

        or

      hunger pains

        or flash floods.

      in the eyes of the clan i

        travel with

          each day

      is

        chilly winter breeze

        scalding hot texas summer's day

        warm october fest songs

      all rolled into one.

      with the clan i travel with

        i know i exist

          and matter more

      so so so much

        more

        than all my troubles.

      And the same for me

        is to them:

        i care more

          for

        their souls

        than their

          faces.

      the way their hands

        move

        &

          cast shadows

      across

        all the books

        on This Table.

      the clan I travel with.

      the clan i travel with.

      the clan I travel with.

      is/are/will be

        (temporarily)

        the owner

          of

        my face

      and I can

        do without

        it and disgrace

      and wander off

        to sleep with

          my hands behind my head

      in a field of thick wild rye grass

      or on

      a sunset beach

        with all the stars coming out

          above us.

      the clan i travel with

      the clan i travel with

      the clan i travel with

        knows

      it is more than just

      dream-stuff

      ---

      It is The Earth unfolding itself.

      Previous:Next

      Now, what will you do, that you are free?

      Now, what will you do, that you are free?

      Will you sit idled by

        while others

          (of your own flesh,

           yet not the same)

        remain shackled to their chains,

          of money,

            concepts

          of wealth, fortune, and fame?

      Will you sit and ponder

        the where-abouts of your navel

          or the same

          a tree's roots

        or flower's shame at wilting?

      Now, what will you do, that you are free?

      Will you raise your hand

        to the effrontery some to others do?

      Or bar your doors, never leaving,

        saying:

          "Be damned The World,

           in all its insanity!"

      Or perhaps,

        there will come a Reason to you

          like a poem

        or song, or some stray words or melody

          that says:

        "Perhaps, perhaps, just perhaps,

          I can do for some one, few or many

         what the wisdom of all my Teachers did for me."

      To render but a few colors,

        into the Shadow of the days-go-by days

          that is this life.

      Bright broad brush-strokes

        of red, blues, and yellows.

      The Assistant?

      The Assistant?

      The One who grinds the ochre and lapis lazuli

        into pigments you may choose

          and dictate but

      only in half-light reflect,

        The Truth of Them?

      Me...

      Me...?

      Me...I...(strange words that tie up my tongue)

        I will wonder

          to the leeward-side

        where the wind is at my back

          not my face.

      Sail down The River

        to parts unknown.

      Look into the Eyes of All Those Stronger than me,

        and see Grace, Dignity, Justice,

          and Sublimity.

      For if (and now is the time for such)

        truth be told,

      I am just a dog off-his-leash

        out from behind the fence,

        scared

        frightened

        timid

        perplexed

      and loving

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