Regret's Demise
By Scott Vanya
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How does one go about regretting nothing?
From one perspective - Not Possible!, yet from another isn't it true it just takes pure strength of will?
Regret's Demise is the period in my life, when I, by posing it as that question, decided to Kill Regret. The poems included in it, are the representation of the experiences I went thru to achieve that end.
In other words, Regret's Demise is how regret died.
This was not an easy process, but one I suggest to anyone who might want to live without regret.
Peace, courage; EXIST. Freedom. release
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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Regret's Demise - Scott Vanya
the impetus to move
Randomesque pulsation
points beyond departure
I hang a map of Europe
beside my head
dreaming of universal nonmotion
insobriety's tease
a neglige of black satin
resting over the arm chair's back
so she speaks to me of longing
I have heard of other liqueurs
to no avail.
streamless longing across
her grave
can she hear the raindrops
six feet above her head.
why so deep when the ants
would do the job?
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Kristin said
I don't love you anymore
the pool we used to kiss in.
the bed & floor
not a hundred yards away
we use to make love in
poems written later
on moon lit walks
tears, laying myself to sleep
old cigarette butts
same song
many verses down the line
when will this song begin again
never to make a mistake
Mozart's reminiscence
Sweet Jane forgetting
who am I, beginning
tonight
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Footprints of Sand
sand-castle ma
do you hear my call
across the waves
the beckon of these birds.
Forgive me my ways,
Everlasting was not a promise
I wished to keep
merely my feelings for the way
I felt bought the light
upon her cheek.
Between shore and sand
I will forever stand
the ebb & flow
I bask in between glow.
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Matrimony
waiting for mother
or her dentist
to fill in their holes
I have seen this room
since I was a child
But never did it feel so fearful
the reminiscences could be better
if I weren't holding myself
in check.
It's a daydream meant for someone
the night terror, holding my heels
My soul bleeding from the glass
I removed from Tanya's soles
and placed in my own.
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At Whose Offense
fog banks
seeing through both sides of the issue
unlike trees or eyes or spines
the inner light everywhere reflected
sweat on the skin
lips on the nipple
milk along the cheek
true conversations
on pause 'til the departure
when confessions come out.
who can fall out of love
and can we trust them
once they've spoken?
such words need to be saved
'til the echo ends
as if nothingness.
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Dogdays
summer sizzling along the brow.
flowers exhausted from the trying.
leaves wilted
lying about nothing but the stem.
darkening clouds startling the savior,
his own voice not yeilding to whisper.
tire tread and horns, ambulance's
terror in the late of the evening.
between tongue and bite
my aroma scalding the eyes
pipe smoke throught the belly
lies unbridled for the last time.
the stem salt
the tears puddle
palms never touched
in the anonymity
of allowing the strangeness
to pass.
soft shoulders and semen
can not be seen when within.
eyes closed, orifice open
wastage for whom but you.
sitting with back toward bark
the moon and sun both up and at 'em.
It is I
whom stares back at you
through the lids you close
for a brief respite
from this lack of wind.
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Lost in words
patterns on a tablecloth
beer being removed
leaving rings
cigarettes left out in the rain
all wound up
to go outside
needing a breath of aridity
Forgetfulness should never be
remembered. -
Lost friends have already
found someone else -
the only hope are these
pineneedles becoming pinecones.
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Folktales
legends without wizardry
snowflakes on black paper
dandelion spores
on the wind.
does anyone remember the begining?
shrimp in nets
fish on the line
moonrises
conversation on the bus,
Humdrudgery
by-gone-days
we will not forget you.
postcards, long distance calls.
the lightning comes
whining
to the foot of my bed.
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addiction unsweet
each day at work
when i stand before the register
and smile, I suppose.
i look down at the check
she is signing
and see her hand flickering
each a diamond large
i am aghast at its size.
will our fingers touch?...
as she returns the pen,
i am dowstage
and beyond the light.
had i directed that play
i might have been more full.
flaming speech, words afire
she says ?Have a good day?
and at night i do.
my palm is open
now it is closed
That is death.
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Cessation of Expectancy
sitting across from myself
not like
in the mirror
before which I ate earlier.
the weather is a sickness
flushed and feverish,
needing care.
we can crestfallenly
revive its embrace,
when sweatily headed.
colorless sky
rippling evening
not quite cold but tired
I wait for retirement.
fully occupied by this distress
tomorrow past
God is the undulating stomach
fiery, the science of epistemology
bellows before me.
my name, my scrawl
I wish to unknow myself.
Art
Afterward
Collapse
We pull apart our nuzzling cheeks.
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with a chisel, i break up my own monotony
emerson eye buddha
seem lengthy drying
on paper in unique gestures.
water as eyes
and smoke as flesh
it is a small distance
to correct the spaces
between words, Dante knew.
hatred stops the blood,
when awakening movement
slumbering in a hut.
for giving a sign
I was sent to you.
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Sandstone Dust
Between these palms
Sifting, the sound of