She walks away

Grace and elegance accompanies her presence. The essence of her beauty. Leaves you delirious and dutifully spellbound.  Her eyes as brown as polished wood. The smell of her hair leaves you in a trance for good. You dance with her as you sway to the music. The feeling of her skin touching your's is a feeling unexpected.  Your heart beats faster than usually detected. Selected are the words that flow from your mouth. Your love for her grows without a shadow of a doubt. Her walk with you back home goes hand in hand.  Under the moonlight you gaze into her eyes, you still keep admiring her beauty as you kiss her forehead goodnight. She is but your shining star on a pale lonely night. You don't let her head hit the pillow without your hand behind it. You think is this love, an infatuation or you're just blinded.  You watch her fall asleep so fast. She looks like an angel with comfort at last. The mask she wears no longer sticks when you're around.  Her fears are driven away and so is her past. She makes memories with you so they can last. She looks quietly in the mirror as you sit behind her combing her hair. She smiles quietly knowing you'll always be there. Her nightmares haunt her as you hug her tight she wakes up startled, sees you and knows it's alright.  You fight with her coz it's always fun. But when she gets mad all you can do is hide and run. Her smile is your favorite song that rings in your head. You'll remember it till the time your dead, then one day she walks away from the heart that was hers. She now longs for someone new,  she doesn't quite think about the good memories like you.  Sometimes she closes her eyes wishing she could see. The mistakes was hers.  Yet the guilt and scars dwell in me. He let her go thinking she'd come back. He didn't check and see that her bags were packed. His pride wouldn't let him look beyond the mistake she made.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My treasure

The solitude I live in leaves me reminiscent of the past. Forgetting her memories are a bit of a task. The mask I wear no longer deceives, the pain and leaves my heart to bleed. I needed her beauty all my life to admire. Her hands in mine was my heart's desire. Like fire to my soul her eyes my mirror. Having her to hold was like to my empty space a filler. Love is an odd feeling I know now for me doesn't exist. I feel the anger at myself and clench my fist. Her kiss was my calm before the storm. For her love I now so solemnly long. Like a gong, her face and memories ring in my head.  Her name on my lips every night when I go to bed. I am but lead on this path, with an end that is dead. As I listen to the voices in my head. The smell of her skin used to intoxicate my soul. This is how my story did unfold. She was my treasure more precious than gold.  I shall cherish her till I grow old.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Why is everything so heavy

The sands of time hold no bounds. I am but lost seeking my soul to be found. The ground starts shrinking, like quick sand I kept sinking deeper into her love like a moviestar's fan. She seemed like a manifestation from above. Like a glove her hand fitted in mine. The smell of her hair so divine,  like lime to a stone I was seldom needed. Making certain she didn't leave I begged and pleaded. Yet like dough I was thrown around and kneaded. The angels wept as two souls departed, with nothing but the memories we carted. We darted through our insanity and waltzed through our calamities.  The familiarity of the situation impeded. Her chest held my heart and it was then needed.
I bleeded the moments I witnessed the agony and pain. Tis my egoism that was to blame as through the river I remained casted. I am but know as the inglorious basturd. I fasted and prayed for things to go right. I laid down my head and did all I could to avoid the fight. So as we set foot on this path and perilous journey. Tis her smile I am continously yearning. To cope with the hurt and heal my scars I'm but learning. I cannot feel nor do I know the pain anymore. Ever since you walked out the door.  Making things so scary, and fearful is what I levy. I still wonder why is everything so heavy

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her beauty

The warm summer breeze hits my face under the dark star lit sky. Her memories haunt me as years go by. I cannot cry as my tears have rendered dry. My biggest fear was saying goodbye.  I picture her standing infront of my eyes, holding my head close to her bosom. She lifts my head up as she always did as I admire her beauty beyond compare. The brown in her eyes sparkle under the moonlight, her hair  waving with the wind in the night. Her tender hands upon my face, her lips spread wide as the smile I trace so unique and simple. I glance upon the depth of her dimples. Holding her hand I stand up to thank her for being my Ms. Right, my gratitude is shown by just a hug. As she tugs me close to tell me she cares, little did I know this was the last intimate moment we'd share. Now I sit back, with my heart which is perished. I keep close our memories to treasure and cherish. You run by my thoughts everyday, as I stick on to yours in every possible way. Her name on my lips, her soul entwined with mine. The smell of her skin so divine. Like wine i savour the kiss, tis her love I eternally miss. Her hand in mine makes my blood course faster through my veins. As the whisper of 'i love you' leaves only but her heart to gain. With pain now I contemplated my mistakes. I watched you slip away like autumn leaves being raked. I still hold your soul like fish to a sea. I know your saving the last dance for me.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The mistake

The heart is a precious jewel, breaking hers isn't so cool. As you'd stand alone and look like a fool. As you kneel down to pray and ask for forgiveness, with tears streaming down your face. Imagine the tears she cried coz you were never there in that race. A career and money is all you chased. You have what you wanted but she's long gone without a trace. The hand you once held, hee face in yours and her eyes to gaze upon and fall in love. She was like an angel from above.  She swarmed over your soul like a dove. She gave you all she could, but as a withered tree still as you stood. Letting her walk away. Till this day you still regret wishing that you changed, the pain leaves you deranged. All ypu have as comfort is your whiskey and this rhyme. Try all you want you can't turn back the hands of time.  It's a crime as you let things fall apart, you try to make a new start. But you seek her beauty her grace and lips to taste in all the others you find. Now your like a man who's blind and can't find his way back home.  While like a ghost you roam the earth. Without any emotions coz you fear getting hurt.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

It's my fault

She was a random stranger who walked past my sight. Her beauty so vivid makes your cold heart beat. With eyes as brown as wood, with hair that waves with the wind like it should. Her smile so valuable that you'd treasure it all your life. Lucky is the man who makes her his wife, with skin so tender she'd glitter like a star under the sun. Her warm arms created for that special one. Her name will remain on your lips as will the taste of hers. She must be an angel for her beauty can only lure. The aroma of her perfume fills your nose, the smell of her skin makes you want to hold her close. You'd listen so carefully to every word she says. To shut her up you'd just kiss her forehead.  She'd close her eyes and smile at that action, her cheeks turn pink as a reaction. In a fraction of seconds she knows she's in love, the funny part is so are you. Spending your life together stuck like glue, that's a tale that would be wished upon to come true. Years go by as your love grows, but your scary obsession towards her drives her away. Her love for you still remains yet it's the space she needs to breathe. Your relationship is slammed to the floor indeed. The need to walk away soon arrives, after all the fights and promises to change. You sit back with a broken heart, while her bags are packed and she gets on her plane. 7 years down the drain, all the laughter all the love. All that remained was his egoistic mentality, his broken heart and name. His possessive and obsessiveness was to blame. She was perfect and all she wanted was his trust. He was young and stupid and the truth about it was a fuss. He couldn't be who she wanted him to be, coz his ego couldn't let him and that was must. Now I stand and stare at my reflection in the mirror with disgust.  Apologies cannot mend the hearts that I've broken, nor turn back the hands of time. My obsessive behavior and posessiveness should be considered a crime. This poetic rhyme is not a myth, nor is fiction created out of the blues. Tis a tale of true love lost. So my mistakes can't be replicated by the few.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

She lingers

The troubled souls of the enormous race. The broken hearted live in disgrace.  Desired sins are left in sight to face. As the taste of her lips starts to linger. I feel my skin embracing her fingertips.  Her name on my lips remain everlasting. The love she gave me remains and leaves me fasting in a galore. We both wept as she walked out the door. I shudder to think of all things that I did wrong. I quit listen to the radio coz they always played our favorite song. Happiness fills me to know you are the one I did once love. Desire kills me as you no longer are the one who owns my heart. You gave away the memories while I cherished them close. I walk the earth seeking someone like you as if I'm the Holy Ghost. Making the most of our memories and the moments we shared, we did nothing but hold eachother and into our eyes we stared. I chased away your fears and caught every tear you cried. You danced with my angels and made my demons fear you all the time. Tis but a crime to my soul that I let you go, I wished we could live together and grow old. Now our story has an end. I pray you'd tell your children about the love story we had to put them to sleep. Keeping our names a secret as they slumber with memories to keep. Let them know what is true love as they learn to live. Letting them love as you and me once did.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Soulmate

I enjoy the night sky blissful with the stars that glitter with peace. Yet, my soul still wanders with ease. I tease my heart with memories of ours. It always blossomed like wonderful flowers. The scars remind me of how far I've come. How long it took to survive what I've now become. Her beauty was my drug, her lips my eternal fire. The touch of her hand is now what I desire. It always took my soul higher, as she'd rest her head on my chest after a long day's end. She'd fall asleep so fast like a horse on a bend. I'd watch her slumber with peace and love making certain I don't wake. I'd hearing the rustling of the leaves by the window as the wind makes the tree shake. She frowns at the noise, as I hold her close still admiring her beauty.  Contemplating my worth of such adoration is my questionable duty.  Her presence doused my anger, her hugs kept me warm at night. Her laughter chased away my demons who gave me a fright. Sometimes, the memories is all you can cherish of the ones that you love. When they walk out the door it's too late to realize. Your soulmate exists no more.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

His broken reflection

The soul of a man remains broken. The smile on his face is the appreciative token. Woken from his nightmares only to find them real. She walked away with his heart, leaving him without any emotions to feel. He kneels before God, weeping as his maker silent as a lamb. All the pain inside him bottled up and crammed. Many walk by gazing upon this heartless soul. He never needed their pity so cold. The tales he foretold stood everlasting, the experiences he had left his own life prancing in a meadow without and ferns. Tis her love he yearns. He learned from his mistakes, never to trust again. He burnt his soul with desire and sin. He dwells in his guilt and drowns in his shame. The burdens is all he has to his name. The demons and pain lurk like bees to a hive. He tries so hard to merely survive.  Alive is his body yet, death has befallen his spirit and pride. No more tears has he left to cry, like shattered glass his mask soon fades. The repressing memories of each falling day. She lingers within the skin on his body. Her beauty intoxicates him like cashewnut toddy. The horrifying look rendered him speechless as he felt the other one biting the dust. She didn't care for a broken heart to love. All he desired was trust, like a cluster of stars in the night. Spread across the milky-way. His heart was shattered bit by bit and regrets the mistakes he made. If only his soul was not as emotionaless as it seemed. He would become a normal human being. All he carries is the memories of pain, lies, and deception. That's why he can't stand to look at his own reflection. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Woman's Day

A woman is always caring, gentle, loving and shy. There is more to her beauty that meets the eye. She displays her pain from the tears she cries. She breaks down within and the pain she hides. Her hand is always there to hold, her wit and charm, makes you feel bold. She walks by with elegance and grace. You'd always admire that beautiful smile on her face. If she owns your heart, you're a privileged soul. She looks not for money, wealth, or gold. She seekth love, dedication and care. She waits for you to show you'll always be there.  She bears your child and wears your ring, she gives up her family counting the years from which with you her life begins. She sings in the morning while doing her chores. She misses you when you walk out the door on your daily routine.  Her heart is heavy and worried wondering if she is running in your thoughts. You may have fought for a tiny reason.  She'd forgive you no matter how cold the season.  A woman is a blessing and bestowed on this earth, her charm and beauty can never get you hurt. One can admire her beauty and find it their duty to love her till you grow old and grey. To every woman out there Happy women's day.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The broken hearted love story

The emotions of the heart is so easy misunderstood. Even if a relationship for long it stood strong. Gone are the attachments we once had. Sour are the memories that so often linger. Ypu can't place your finger on what went wrong. You wish you could change your past and the other person you once were. Fear grips you as you watch her walk away. You wish for a start and a new day. The tears she cried you managed to catch. Her name on your lips always remained latched.  The fact of life is you let her slip away. She runs through your mind every single day.  She cannot think about you anymore, as you walked too far away and she's no longer close. She owned your heart and wanted you the most. You wander like the ghost which isn't very holy. She is your favorite song for your ears only. This is a love story lost throughout the years. Sometimes it brings your eyes to tears. Sometimes it leaves ypu heartless and cold. She will run through my mind till the day I grow old. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Laid down the broken heart

Happiness is gift which we all seek. Living through the trails and tribulations makes us unique. We walk together hand in had she stood stronger than ever by the side of her man. She was his pride he never could hide, as he showed her off to the world. They both never thought love will blossom between this boy and girl. Growing up together with two worlds apart, they love was from the bottom of their hearts.  The carted the sorrowful things during every fight. They both tried so hard to make things right. The nights soon got colder as the days seemed so long. Them not being together anymore felt so wrong. He lived in his world looking down the bottom of a glass. She stayed in solitude as the reflection in the mirror showed her the mask. The task was burdened of bringing them close, the fear of losing what they loved the most.  Like the Holy Ghost, they felt like wandering souls. Nothing could make them happy not silver nor gold. They never got a chance to start, coz she was always the part in a life of a man who always loved her like poison to a dart. While he laid down with a broken heart.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks