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


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



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


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.

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.