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Pigs Fly

Posted in Poetry in Motion with tags on February 8, 2015 by heartcomplex

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By Tim S. Poma

You said when pigs fly, now swine flu.

Like one flew over the cuckoo’s nest,

And all we could see were shells which had shattered.

Broken dream, fears of old and stagnant screams.

Now deserving Pigs fly and the pearls our mine!

So were taking back control with our minds!

The universe is mental and so am eye.

Fascinating, how the sound of ideas vibrate down city halls

And how imagination steps out of stalls.

Vibration the causation, the sensation,

You got me facing these corners,

But I can now see through walls.

And soon One and ALL.

Got me feeling like a genie about 3 million feet tall,

And were not coming down for loves not meant to fall.

Standing Up in Broken Glass

Posted in Poetry in Motion with tags , , , , , , on May 20, 2013 by heartcomplex

broken glassBy Tim Scott Poma

Terrible Jaded, too afraid to open back up
So still stepping back on fragments so ruff
Just like walking on broken glass all day
You’re tiptoeing in circles in hopes you may
Jam this square peg into a round hole
Trapped again trying to regain control
Familiarity lingers in the eyes of familiar faces
Same patterns same circles just keep tracing
Pain and heart ache now all that’s left in store
Still lying wounded wasted on this broken glass floor

Step out of the circle and turn around and run
Head for the door and see you’ve got the gun
But old habits die hard the pretty rabbit said
As her feet continually bleed she’s lost her head
Tied to emotions that are way better off dead
Tied to a wasteland where her love was bled
As she tried hard and still has to watched it bleed
So much emotion flows out she struggles to get free
But that emancipation lies right outside that door
Just stand up and say I deserve love and a lot more

For when you let the deck control the cards
It’s hard to fight against emotions that are at odds
You can always let your yesterday make you force a fit
But this story’s not Cinderella’s nor is it fit for a princes
Standing up in broken glass is not never ever easy
It takes courage and strength and time believe me
But muster the strength and you will set the soul free
And as you walk away your feet will cease to bleed
For time and love will heal your broken feet and heart
But you have to stand up and leave before it can start

What’s in a Word

Posted in Poetry in Motion with tags , , , , , , , on May 15, 2013 by heartcomplex

ONE LOVE
By Tim Scott Poma
They say Words can heal a nation,
Or destroy worlds without sensation.
As we baked them all in hate and segregation.
Allowed for destruction and alteration,
We accepted facts and got a lower education.
Lost in ideals of economic inflation,
Became Mr. Jones reason for separation.
So we let our aspirations,
Become victims of degradation.
As we let our words run dry no more exclamation.
Yet our hearts still beat without loves hydration,
For no Heart can ever grow without complication,
We must first know stress, struggle and then palpitation.
As words still fall out my mouth out of desperation,
Only to declare there is no more need for hate or hesitation!
When did we let the fear become our foundation?
As depredation of love came without hesitation.
I still say our words can heal a world, a people, a nation
As new loving hearts, bring light to truths for solidification.
We find structure in Devine love and our hearts formation,
Our Hearts and minds still tied in tapes red frustration
But the scissors like words will become cause for ignition
As our affection turns to rhythm and becomes amplification
As our words become the love that heals one world, one people, one nation.

All About

Posted in Poetry in Motion on May 5, 2013 by heartcomplex

Love all there was before and all there is now.

Love all there was before and all there is now.

Moons out of swing trying to over step the sun
Got me Lost in a society that thinks pain is fun
Just Like the emotional erection granted by pills
So you can love again don’t forget to pay the bills
We are nothing more than ants building a hill
Looking for love to break a sweat trying to sell it in a pill
So stress to be beat by work of the innocence of the deal
Stuck out of luck and felling like none is left
So I set my sighs low and I settle for less
When in reality we are the last hope left
We are the one that holds this flame this fire
The innocence of love and the beginning of new desire
But I always let them put it out news, fractions of a doubt
But no more will I hear there scream as our heart begins to once
Again beat and shout so love with me hear me out
For I believe in my Heart that this is what life is all about.

Inspiration

Posted in Poetry in Motion with tags , , , , on September 16, 2012 by heartcomplex

Tim S Poma
Inspiration
Inspiration can come from a friend
From softly spoken words
Or even ink from a pen
It can be sprayed on a canvas
And dotted with brush strokes
It can come from a strum
Or musician’s hitting high notes
Disguised as kind gesture or thought
Or even in an object that you have bought
But the inspiration lying here with in
It comes from the heart that’s where it all begins

Keys

Posted in Poetry in Motion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 13, 2012 by heartcomplex

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I swiftly feel my heart start beat and bleed once again
As I wake from this emotionless slumber I have been in
In the wake of destruction I left behind a trail of tears
As I walked over hearts and crushed images I held so dear
Not intending to ever let you go but never wanting to hold on
I fumbled the key before I got to the door and you were gone
So I staggered back down the hallway drunk, to make amends
There you were I held you tightly and close to me like a body pillow
As you fit in my arms like all the leaves on a weeping willow
Now I’m the one leaving the trail of tears on my tear soaked pillow
For all the reason that remain unknown you began to billow
As I lie overexposed my nudity to nude to dress me with cloths
I still want this dream wrapped tightly in my arms once again
So that I can pretend at least for a while that we are still friends
But I see that your emotions have evaded the premises
Remaining now only cold that blows threw the open pain
The door is locked and the steel key quickly rust and turn to ash
Now there is no possibility or key to get you back
So I tie myself up in this tattered piece of paper hopping
To throw caution to the wind so that I can atone
For the man I have not been while harboring this heart of stone
In the morning you said the news was sad that day
And there was nothing good about it either way
So I kissed you good bye and left and walked away
Leaving me with the key to all my pain
But no word or reasons that you walked away

History

Posted in Poetry in Motion on December 21, 2011 by heartcomplex

History

By Tim S Poma

They say that once you have finally moved past your past,
Your history will replay memories and come right back.
This history will lament and beg for forgiveness to remain,
And tell you a story like, that it’s sorry and it’s to blame.
For the chaos and unhappiness it created within the frame,
But only once you have turned away from what you have abstained.
There history will destroy any determination you created or display,
Into your life again your past history comes to sweep you away.
To start a new and rearrange the progress on your new page,
So out to sea you follow as you let your history lead.
Right back into that circle, an already played out cycle,
The very place you were trying to be free of and flee from.

They say it once bitten and twice shy,
Then why is history always our demise?
What was it that made us leave and flee?
Can’t remember all the pain you have seen?
How quickly we forget and play make-believe.
How easily we can be altered and misconceived.
For all you did was give and give and give,
To the unappreciative and the undeserving.
You dedicate your energy, your heart and mind,
To helping the helpless to help themselves redefine.
What they lost or better yet what they let get away,
In their ignorance and arrogance of their history’s ways.
Remaining forever blind to you, feeling sorry for themselves,
For your history has nothing now because you were its wealth.
You see it was you, it was you, it was you all along,
Carrying the melody of this twisted love song.
You continually sang in love with a broken heart,
As you begged history to participate it refused to start.

So they say history repeats if you’re not paying attention,
And for this reason these words have been for mentioned.
As long as you step back towards this mirage of a fire,
Your illusion will be forever filled with unfilled desires.
Maybe deep down you like the way the pain feels inside,
For its all you have ever seen and you enjoy a good cry.
Many previous roads only lead you back to cycles of pain,
While new ones will elevate the barriers you set in your brain.
You see your history is not sent back into time to free you,
It only holds you down and is put in place to control you.
So Instead of following history and its stale directions, just let go,
redirect desires for change, to be free, to love and to grow.