Poems to be Posted

Hard to say really, but sparingly I became a poet unintentionally. The flow of words have always called on to me and made my ears tweek when ever I heard something soothing and fluent. At first I never liked it, never wanted to write it, couldn’t bring myself to read it. Though now, it’s one of the most things I scribble on. I write it almost on a daily. Barely switching words, just making sure the rhyme sticks to the flow of the meaning. I feel like sharing; won’t give away everything, I might just give out a few.

‘This endless rat race between boys and girls. Revolutionizing through the ends of time. Is a startling fact of truth. That a man and a woman alike, will always strive to be with one another. Companionship is coded in our brains, and hot wired to our hearts. Always searching, always needing! Though one thing shall never change; the sense of touch will always be greatest of them all.’ Tanto Scriptori

I’m rather confused on the nature of art. Very people have actually commented on it and told me what they thing from the heart. Or maybe it’s just not good enough (which is ok). Striving for perfection is a very difficult task and like everyone great person I know, that is something I’m trying to accomplish and sustain and hope a lot of people with join the endevor. Another good poem of mine is called Mother Nature.

‘Mother nature. How astonishing you grow. Turning anything in your sight, into a marvel of wonder. I would have asked you... How do you do it? But realizing, it’s the creation of the gods. Though wondered! How lonesome and hurt you may seem. To tolerate your creation be adored (and destroyed) by others who dare not praise you for the kindness of your soul. And still dare tare down your spectacle to create a thing of catastrophy.’ Tango Scriptori

This one had been a piece I wrote at my job. I had realized my writing was taking a sharp turn to my emotions and particularly directing them the how I felt about people (good and bad, sometimes about someone I liked). So I decided to do something different where I care up with Mother Nature. I love to write and writing is my thing. I believe words have power, power you need to master and if used right, can move mountains (In the right hands I presume). This next poem, which will be the last, wasn’t completed the way I wanted, and I can’t find a way to perfect it, so in a way, I guess it is what it is.

‘The walk in the park. Dark as night. There is something that watches. Never mind, just a ghost. Oh, wait, what was that. Yah, like I said. Never mind, it’s just a GHOST!!!’ Tango Scriptori

It’s ok to contradict someone’s work and I fully oblige that if you see something thats wrong point it out because the creator can do better and provide a better scheme of work that won’t bore you or cause you to go through it only noticing the error and mistakes. What I didn’t say was to go round contrdicting peoples work because of jealousy or pride. No... Help other help themselves and in turn you’ll get help too.

Thank you all and remember, this is Tanto Scriptori, don’t have that much posted but keep looking.