Archive for November, 2011

Granting Me Gratitude

Posted in Tim Pomatry with tags , , , on November 24, 2011 by heartcomplex


By Tim S Poma

As I focus on these gifts I have been given
I find a blessing in disguise called living
A blessing called life so thankful to be alive
And have my friends and family by my side
Blessed with the beauty and power of today
Making us stronger then tomorrow or yesterday
As we have all been blessed again with today
This gift of presence waits to be opened right away

Open this gift to see the world is at our finger tips
And she’s begging us to live life and give her a kiss
Another reason to be thankful blessed with this ability
Granted to you by the great creator and humility
Humble your self and see the world for what it is
See this love and emotions are a blessing and a gift
So thank you for this cornucopia this bounty
Of love, pain, and strife that make up the beauty
Of this fragile world this strong love and this life

If it wasn’t for destruction, pain and suffering
We couldn’t use compassion to become humanity
Silently I turn my head towards the stars and heavens
And thank the creator for this life is truly amazing
Then I recite the greatest thanks we could ever say
Thank you for my being and making me this way
Thank you for the love, I have yet to live and give
What an opportunity to be alive here and now
Now if I could only thank you everyday somehow

Grateful and thankful for such a multitude
As my gratitude extends to the highest altitude
I would love to tell you all, that I love you all
Thank for making my life a blast, a gas and a ball
Thank you for your love, and the love you have shown me
For your patients, your inspiration you have all given to me
Thankful, grateful appreciative, and much obliged
To have this beautiful day to say thank you for my life

Thank you, thank you, for granting me gratitude
Thank you, thank you, for making my dreams come true

Thief in the Night

Posted in Poetry in Motion on November 24, 2011 by heartcomplex


By Tim S Poma

She sneaks in threw cracks in my mind
Go ahead girl take all that you can find
A broken man who is also broke
All he’s got now is his heart and his hope
Now its 4 am and I don’t want to pretend
That I can’t hear you coming in
But that smirk on my face just leads to a grin

Like a thief in the night
She can take what she likes
But none of it is worth a damn
For she already stole
The best part of this man

Threw a broken window she crawls in again
I would surly fix it and board it up today
But you’re already on my mind anyways
So she’s back in threw the out door
She’s back for more and looking to score
Still drunk off my love from the night before
Looking to take what she wants which is more

Like a thief in the night
She can take what she likes
But none of it is worth a damn
For she already stole
The best part of this man

She ran off with my plasma, my camera and my dvd’s
She took my wallet, my watch, and a picture of me
She stole the couch, the curtains and then every thing
She even got the best part of me

Like a thief in the night
She can take what she likes
But none of it is worth a damn
For she already stole
The heart of this man

Blank Page

Posted in Poetry in Motion on November 23, 2011 by heartcomplex


Tim S Poma

A blank page lay in front of me
As I gently caress and stroke these keys
My mind comes together on paper for you to see
Torn and tattered just like my thoughts
Even some blank pages there for all I have forgot
My mind is now bound together like a history book
Confused by my own emotions
Sometimes I’m afraid to look
To the depths of my soul
For this mind of mine play tricks low and behold
Some so foul and some so vulgar
I can’t believe I give this mind power
Power to perceive power to believe
But all it gets me is deeper in to trouble you see
Nothing is right and everything is wrong
That’s the tone of my minds song
When my heart she chimes in and says STOP…..
Don’t you remember all the time you have still got
Only hanging on today as if it is the only
That’s why you get twisted when you feel lonely
Time to brighten those blue eyes up
Time to pick up your heart and rise up
Out from under this mantel insalivation
That is painted on your eyes
And scattered across this nation
No need for you to be facing artificial
Fear that you are creating
Only lay in your hope
And when you do you can’t hang
Yourself with your own rope
So wake up wise up today
Don’t let those images
In Your head make you a slave

Ever Seen

Posted in Poetry in Motion on November 22, 2011 by heartcomplex


By Tim S Poma

Here I am still waiting
For my ship to come in
Patients in handcuffs
Got my minds running thin

For its anchors away
As the sun sets on this wave
Washing away the light
Lost in a daze, artificial maze

I have been slammed and crashed
Upon this white sandy shore
Looking for answers
Love and so much more

She comes to me
Walking on water
Living In my dream
Purest light I have ever, I have seen

She comes to me
Walking on water
Still living in my dream
The most beautiful girl I have ever, I have ever seen

Now its 40 days past
I lie on beaches made of glass
Cutting my ties and my feet
Due to the infinite repeat

As I walk along this shore
I find a bottle like every time before
containing a note that’s tore
And the message from before

She says she on her way back
Detained in currents from yesterday
From another time and place
And reading this puts a smile on my face

She comes to me
Walking on water
Living In my dream
Purest light I have ever, I have seen

She comes to me
Walking on water
Still living in my dream
The most beautiful girl I have ever, I have ever seen

Still waiting like I have before
Waiting for this beauty
To slam upon my shore
Crash down with hopes and dreams

She falls from heaven
With the most beautiful eyes I have seen
Out stretches arms that reach for me
And a love greater then eternity

Strong beautiful and bold
I grab this beauty like I never gona let go
For she comes for me with her ship
As I crawl aboard its time to dip

If I Was…

Posted in Love Poems on November 21, 2011 by heartcomplex

By Tim S Poma

If I was the sun,
Could you be the moon?
So we can dance forever under the sky’s so blue.

If I was the ocean,
Could you be the tide?
So when we came together we would be full of life inside.

If I was the key,
Could you be the door?
So I can unlock your heart and love you more.

If I was my heart,
Could you be the spark?
And captivated my todays and tomorrows till the sun goes dark.

If I was April,
Could you be May?
So the sun would shine and wash all the colors of gray away.

If I was fire,
Could you be ice?
So I could melt your heart for the rest of your life.

Marathon

Posted in Love Poems with tags , , on November 21, 2011 by heartcomplex

By Tim S Poma

You got my mind running a marathon and you’re in first place
You got my mind running in circles and like a dog my tail I chase

I run with the swiftness of wind to get you off my mind
But when my heart rate slows Girl you are never far behind
Running 3 quarter of a mile only makes me forget for a while
Then thought of you come racing in again leaving me with a smile
Quickly I forget what I was doing the moment I hear you sing
Then I get lost in thoughts of you and now I’m at mile marker 15
Running and running to make thoughts of you slow and rest
While constantly thinking of this lioness puts my heart to the test

You got my mind running a marathon and you’re in first place
You got my mind running in circles and like a dog my tail I chase

I hit the ground running just to stop this thought process
If only for a minuet or an hour I step away from this bliss
Then I realize and think why is it I would every want to resist
Such sweet thoughts of those lips in which I dream of a kiss
That hot little body and an attitude that’s kind of naughty
For when I close my eyes all I see is your beautiful face
At that very moment I realize patients is needed to keep pace
So we can finish this marathon and enjoy this playful chase

You got my mind running a marathon and you’re in first place
You got my mind running in circles and like a dog my tail I chase

Celestial Illumination

Posted in Tim Pomatry on November 17, 2011 by heartcomplex


By Tim S Poma and Jeff Walker

The sky it gently opens making waves of silver and blue,
Patiently painting pretty pictures of the true me and you.
Self Reflections of the day can sometimes lead us astray,
As we lose our self’s amongst the clouds painted gray.
Not seeing for an instant that the sun is still blazing,
We let our vision of self become far less amazing.
Lost in our wallets confused with wants and desire,
Caught up in clothes and things we need not admire.
As we turned our backs on this love it slowly expires,
But deep down we all yearn for something much higher.
The passion of love, truth and our eternal burning fire,
Now Silence your mind and hear the angel’s choir.

The angels of antiquity sing of beauty, grace and divinity,
Softly whispering songs reminding us that we are eternity.
Still lost in vanity, confounded with societies truth of reality,
We Miss directed there intentions and fall victim to our insanity.
Turning our love, and love of self into a psychosomatic calamity,
Forgiveness of self is everyone’s key to see through transparency.
We could all be so much further ahead, but we all are so far behind,
Making it virtually impossible to connect to our spirit, body and mind.
So lets all dig down deep to our roots where knowledge we will find,
About our past existence and the interconnectivity of mankind.
All together our bodies illuminating one celestial being in time,
When we let this truth and light in together our consciousness will shine.