Archive for unity

What’s in a Word

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

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.


My Poor Wallet

Posted in Get Up, Stand Up, Love Poems, Poetry in Motion, Tim Pomatry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 2, 2011 by heartcomplex

By Tim S Poma

My poor wallet is saturated with smoke,
As in my dreams of great wealth I choke.
For there is no hope to play monopoly,
In less I let you all get on top of me.
Which just so happens to be the case,
I let you use my back to fill your briefcase.
As if my future wasn’t already laced,
And tied to the future of your disgrace,
Tied to your tired and tasteless paper chase.
So I beg you to get up from on top of me,
For you have taken everything but my dignity.
As I humbly wallow in the slaving fields,
You are behind closed doors making big deals.
While all the rest of stretch to make a meal,
Unlike you your heart it’s never been filled.
Constantly using me to help you feel,
Like an accomplished man behind the wheel.
But I hate to tell you this my friend,
Your visions of grandeur have come to an end.
As the last penny drops from out our pocket,
We all unite and take off like a rocket.
For their is much anguish in words you have said,
So let’s pick up our fist and this love instead.
As For my poor wallet I put out the fire,
As I redirect my love and find a new desire.

All Right

Posted in Poetry in Motion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 20, 2011 by heartcomplex

Tim S Poma and Jeff Walker

Its all going to be all right
No need for us to arm a fight
For we can burn them down with the love of life
When we get up in the morning and love this life

We won’t let them ever stand up in our way
We have to constantly out think there every play
They want us to fight that’s what they all say
But id rather wraps my arms around the light of day

For it’s Carpe diem when we dancing in the light
There is never darkness when your heart shines bright
So we link together and stand for what is right
For they are afraid of our loves contiguous bite

Because it is once bitten twice afraid
Of this potent touch that we will display
We finally drop this mask in this masquerade
And we march around with this love on parade

For every little thing going to be all right
That’s why the creator created love tonight
So we can all shine on and illuminate so bright
As we all ignite together in the consciousness of life

Top Shelf

Posted in Poetry in Motion with tags , , , , , on May 9, 2011 by heartcomplex

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Give, Give, Give.

Posted in Get Up, Stand Up, Love Poems, Poetry in Motion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 14, 2011 by heartcomplex

Give, Give, Give.

By Tim S Poma

Optimistic and positive,
Is the way I choose to live.
By overcoming every man made obstacle,
We can see what it is that is truly possible.
We have all been blessed to wear this flesh,
But for granted we make it when we don’t think limitless.
In being a human we all have so much to bring,
When we don’t title ourselves and do good for the good of all beings.
There is so much love in the world in which we live.
When we separate our minds from our wallet and give, give, give.
We also liberate our hearts and create experiences that are positive
So open up your mind and your wallet and lets create a new reason to live
For the way I choose to live is optimistic and positive
Because I got a lot, a lot, a lot of love to give, give, give.

Just a quick note to my readers

Posted in Quick Notes with tags , , , , , , , on March 1, 2011 by heartcomplex

Just a quick note to my readers.

Well I have finally done it. I’ve reach 100 post. This is a victory for me, which at points in time I felt I would never be able to accomplish. As post 101 I would like to take a brief moment and share my gratitude with you my readers. Thank you to all of my readers and people who left comments, for it is you who have inspired me and given me inspiration I needed to continue to write. I feel as if I also need to thank the WordPress post a day team for giving me the creative drive to continue to write when I was feeling lost as to what to write about. Words cannot express how grateful and excited I am to have made it to 100 posts. I sincerely appreciate the time that you the readers take out of your busy day to mull over the words that I have written. I hope they make you think, make you dream bigger, and most of all see that you’re not alone. If you’ve been reading my blog for a while you know that from time to time my words tend to be on the heavy side. The reason the words have become so heavy is because life has become as such. I am only speaking words from the heart and hope that some way they find a way into yours.

To all my fellow bloggers who post on a post a week or post day site, thank you for your inspiration. I read and follow many of your writings and it gives me hope. Hope, that the future of tomorrow will be a brighter one then today. Hope, that our shared visions for true freedom and peace, can come to light threw our creativity, regardless of any language barriers, so we can unify this message. Hope, that one day race, color and religious sect will hold no weight in deciding what is best for our society or how to value a human life. Hope…. that is all I have left as I hope that this message finds you well. So to all my fellow bloggers thank you; Thank you for your differences in opinions, thank you for your different outlooks, thank you for your different world perspectives and thank you for your different religious understanding but most of all thank you for inspiring me to continue to write. May our differences and flaws be the inspiration and opportunities we need for love and compassion to flourish.

Thank you

Many blessings and much love
Tim S Poma

These colors don’t run?

Posted in Poetry in Motion with tags , , , , , on February 10, 2011 by heartcomplex

These colors don't run?

Tim Scott Poma Photography

By Tim S Poma

The other day,
I accidently washed my American flag, in with a load of my whites.
I opened the lid and to my surprise
Regardless of what they always say these colors do run,
And it’s constantly away from the truth.
My whites turned pink first as if to say they were embarrassed.
Then they began to bleed threw mixed with a little bit of blue,
Which now gave them almost a light purple hue.

It was at this time I thought how cool would it be,
If I could launder my country?
Clean the slate, start with the heads of each and every state.
Then to the board room we would go to tell the Ceo’s NO!
Till we got to the white house door step and demanded,
A bright new day.
One that doesn’t have us groveling in debt,
Competing to the death,
For a little piece of a paper trinket.
Wow, what colors would meld together and bleed
And how much dirt in the washing machine would there be?
And how many times would I have to wash it till my country was clean?

As the spin cycle stopped, I grabbed the bleach and popped the top
Flipped her upside down and didn’t stop till the very last drop.
Once again I ran the wash under high heat and vigorous agitation,
Till the once red white and blue ran out of the flag of this nation
And when the spin cycle STOPPED,
I reached in to see what it was that I had got.
And there she was sitting underneath all that red white and blue
The flag of every fall ancestor I never knew.
She was clean and white resilient like the light
And when I held her up in the sun light what a magnificent sight.
She was dressed as a sign of surrender,
Covered in the white stars and stripes of splendor
And painted the color of light for all of us to remember.