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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

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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.

PEOPLE

Posted in Love Poems with tags , , , on April 30, 2013 by heartcomplex

LOVE

If together we can create this symbol Then i know we can create this one ❤


People can be so selfish without ever knowing it
People can love so fool heatedly the one they love will never know it
We are the People, sea’s full of faces, full of follies and full of love
People who toil in joy and pain, the same people who can make life change
It's going to take people to show these people how to love
And how life can be revitalized, recreated and reinvigorated
And it will take these same people to delete there selfish ways
So that people together can come and strive for a better days
So here’s to the people with big hearts
May you hear my words to help let this love start
So we can show these people that these people
Are the only thing we need to Ignite this spark
Power to the peaceful and even more power to the people. TSP

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

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

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