Archive for October, 2010

Calling ALL Angels

Posted in Songs with tags , , , , , , , on October 8, 2010 by heartcomplex

By Tim S Poma

A sweet angel approached me
Told me a story of vanity
Then asked if I wanted to know more
Next thing you know are cloths are on the floor

Every time feel this temptation
I want to lash out against this evil nation
For I did not know that Id sell my soul
For nothing more than lack of self control

I want to go back to the way it once was
If we leave now we could still make the bus
Leave all you things and just bring your heart
If we make it out soon we could make a new start

With all of the troubles this life brings
A Constant bombardment of twisted reality
The Poor girls so much more confused then me
For they can’t see past the cover of the magazine

So I’m calling all angels to rise with me
Leave all your possessions to see eternity
Dust off your halos and spread your wings
Far from this place of oppression and vanity

So I’m calling all angels to ride with me
And I’m calling all angels to rise with me
So I’m calling all angels to ride with me
And I’m calling all angels to rise with me

From light we came and for the light we march
Until the sun sets and then the moon dose its part
To light our dark paths and show us some direction
To mend our old hearts and make a love correction

I never intended for it to end up this way
Somewhere in time we got lost in our vanity
Then we were sideswiped by all this greed
Next thing you know the government is outlawing our weed

If you are looking for justice you won’t find it here
Just a place to rest and drench your heart in beer
When we find out what it is that truly keeps us here
we will rise in the light and release all our fears

For A chemical cocktail of DNA is what we are
A combination of gifts from the havens and the stars
We were all sent here to better our understanding
Of compassion and love that’s all she’s demanding

But there is a dark cloud that hangs over humanity
Begging us with money to stay and help his economy
You think by now that we’d have this system figured out
But we can’t till we understand what life’s truly all about

So I’m calling all angels to rise with me
Leave all your possessions to see eternity
Dust off your halos and spread your wings
Far from this place of oppression and vanity

So I’m calling all angels to ride with me
And I’m calling all angels to rise with me
So I’m calling all angels to ride with me
And I’m calling all angels to rise with me

So I’m calling al angels calling all angels
And I’m calling all angels calling all angels
And I’m calling al angels calling all angels
And I’m calling all angels calling all angels

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Timmy and Marissys Mission

Posted in co operatives, Poetry in Motion, Tim Pomatry with tags , , , on October 8, 2010 by heartcomplex

by Marissa Bowers and Tim S Poma

Woke up in the morning,
Still yawning we wiped the sweet from our brow
And started our march up a mountain named cow
Once we arrived the clouds were up to my eye
As I took a deep breath I let out a joyous sigh
The tundra crawled to the top on all fours
And within that cab that mountain we did explore
As we reached the peak we talked tong and cheek
and when we got to the top we meet Dillon and Lee
And then we talked about how great it would be to be this free
They played us there bongos and strummed us a song 2 or 3
And then we departed because it was time to leave!

So back down the mountain we drove
With our minds open and our hearts all aglow
Ready for action ready for some more
So we picked up a sandwich and headed towards the shore

As the sun rays reached through the tall redwood trees
We could see the light dancing on there levees
But then our hunger got the best of we
So to the shoulder we did go
To grab a bite to eat and then continue the show
Once back inside of the ride
We hit highway one and set our cruse at 55
Till we saw a lady wow looked ½ alive
So we made a quick decision.. Pulled over and gave her a ride

Her name was Natalie and she kind of smelt like pee
On here finger she war a diamond incrusted Masonic ring
To Mendocino we went as she sat in my truck like a bag of cement
Finally departing after we gave her our two since
And as she left so did her stench

So back on the road we continued to fly
As fort brag, Westport and Legget all passes us by
We finally turned south on 101 and to our surprise
And with our bloodshot eyes we finally felt alive
Inspired to write by things we have seen and heard
We hope that our message doesn’t sound at all absurd!