Wishes

She never got my time, I walk this road lonely and filled with grime. She waits anxiously for me to be there. I tried so hard to show I care. At her pictures I stare, I think of the clue, the fear of slowly losing you. The moments and memories of your beauty and smile fills my soul. I cherish hee in my heart as I grow old. She molds herself to comfort her fears, I wish I was there to catch her tears. I taste her skin on my lips as her touch lingers on my fingertips so dear. She is the reason I see the glint of hope. Her kisses are my favorite survival rope. Love is but a gift at times and a curse when not appreciated. She longs for me to watch her smile and into her eyes I stare.  She longs for me to love her unconditionally and care. I wish I could hold her I wish I could feel her breathe against my skin. I wish she knew she is my favorite sin. I wish see felt the way I do, the pain I feel not being able to see you, I wish you knew that your kiss lingers sweet. I wish you knew how much you mean to me. Tis this a story about love and absence does grow. I wish I could tell you how much it I'd I miss you so.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Get well soon!

I sit alone and contemplate how things were with me. You stood by darkest years and remained my shield. I am but fortunate to have a mother of two. One was taken to heaven and the other I pray you get well soon. I learned how to pray and kneel before the Lord so real. You taught me how to become a man of principles and kindness with my pride to seal. Your loving nature is so grand I am a man who thanks thee. An aunt to the world you are, but known as a mother, u remain to me. I know you have the strength within as my prayers follow you close. You will always remain my in my heart and I shall forever hold you dearest than most. I know you will recover quickly and this obstacle you will overcome. I may not be your blood and flesh but I am still your son. When Jesus died on the cross he told John ;son behold thy mother'. I know the meaning of the verse. You taught me always love and never ever curse. You explained examples with love and care. You made me feel better and were always their. My childhood wasn't very grand. But you are the one who stood like a mother holding her son's hand. The moments of joy you brought when we'd go shopping every Saturday morning in a market crowded with walking space of fews. The evening would be uncle Jimmy house, with his extra sweet lime juice. The prayers at night and the morning before my school. I now regret moving away and leaving you. I'm sorry I'm not there to help you while you are sick, I'm sorry to hear your voice so feeble as I now cry. I'm sorry not to be there to comfort and hug you to get to better from my side. My prayers are fervent and I know it's always true. Get well aunty Joyce I am praying and know that I love you.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Demonstration of love

Her soul entwined with mine as I watch the hands of time. The smell of her skin intoxicates me as if she's Divine. Like wine to my lips her name remains. Peace is upon me all the same. She knows not how bring about this change in her life. She often wonders is the feeling wrong or right. The fight we have are brutal as I won't accept my fault, she wouldn't let go of things big or small. It's worth it when I see her smile, and I know she wears the immature gile. Like a tile to cement she and stuck like glue. Time shall tell us if what we have is true. In this life I'm but meek, and redemption of my mistakes I seek. I stay strong like teak, yet feeble as she loves me and makes me weak. She is my remedy and drug. I am her comfort yet she can't call it love. I cannot believe how I let myself slip under love's spell. I now have tales of abundant love to tell. I smell her aroma and her persona sets me free.  Her hugs may comfort but always weakened my knees. Her face held gently between my hands leaves me in glee. I kiss her forehead to let her know how special she is to me. I can't call it destiny or fate of any kind. I may have displayed love but remained so blind. Fragile and frail we bind our heart's as one.  My voice put her to sleep preparing her for the day's rising sun. She looks at me with wonders as thunder fills the sky. We held eachother hands in the rain not worried about a place to dry. Her open locks of hair falls gently on her now covered face. I push them aside and smile because I get to once again gaze upon her beautiful face.  See love can be demonstrated in more ways than one, yet it lasts for many moons and many rising suns.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My glorious sin

She breaks my heart a million times. I love her and look back and smile. She sends these chills up and down my spine. I know that my soul says she's mine. The fine line between pain and suffering I cannot tell the difference with fear. I ache for her happiness and hold back all me tears. Years go by and people think I have another to my name. Yet, my lips speak of her taste and touch and will forever remain the same. I come undone and leave destroyed yet, my soul is overjoyed. For I count my blessings and groom my fears. As her heart draws me near. I am but lost yet she finds me understanding my soul. I have but only her to love and hold. The smell of her skin and the taste of her tongue. Are moments that make me feel young. She is my glorious sin. I am someone who can never be loved by her from within. Now she ponders, with clarity and pride. She would have lost me once my soul has died. She knows not the pain of holding my fate. She realizes now that for both of us it's too late. I am but a fool. Lost and found these are the rhymes of my soul being drowned. Love is special if nurtured and cared. Passion it's offspring, to admire and stare. Her beauty is extascy intoxicating your soul. These feelings will be cherished till you have her to hold.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The hands of time

Sometimes she steals my heart, and sometimes I see her cry. She gazes upon the stars at night and plainly asks why. She knows not how to deal with her worries. For she knows not I am there in a hurry. The care she gets I've never displayed to another. I am but a little bit of love and yet i shudder.  My weakness is so evident like a ship's falling rudder. She hasn't a clue of how precious her time is to me. She waits for my voice to make her fall asleep. I keep my pain hidden and the brokeness inside. Every piece of my broken heart loves her all the time. The moments of her smell in my head get me addicted to her soul. I wish for her heart felt joy. I have no regrets to hold at my coy. She has memories I wish to remove and give her new one's to cherish.  Yet I feel like my soul will one day indeed perish. She knows not how I feel even though everyday I take my time to explain. She knows not what it's like to love her all the same. Change comes in and moves away so clear. Death becomes my only fear. I have my tears and pain to endure. She is my drug, remedy and cure. I soar so high with her by my side the touch of her hand on my face is a feeling I can't replace. She was my favorite sin, she now lives within.  She has my heart and I am uncertain of the same. She knows my joy, and understands my pain. I gain from knowledge and lose from my past. I see through that pretty mask. Peace fills me and my soul is free I am but eternally Happy with thee. Glee in my heart and love in my mind I stop the hands of time.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My addiction

I sit back wonder the definition of love. I somehow feel that it's so special to imagine. The things you do can't be fathomed. Holding her hand and walking down the street gave me such pride. Making her feel special all the time, and every where I go. I look forward to moments with her to see her smile and her face glow. The stars in the sky don't glitter like her eyes. The dimple on her left side is my guide to tell me her happiness that gleams. I know her desires and feed her dreams. I smell her skin and perfume and breathe. She my drug and I don't regret, yes I am addicted not to her body I am. My addiction is to her soul, I have her to hold. This feeling of being connected can't be explained. She felt it too soon to have her lips hold my name. She took some time to think of the things that I could do. She makes me feel wanted. And yet I never have said the three words I wanted to. She has my heart to hold and yet I seek hers too. It always will belong to me as long as we say it's you. The choices we made were wrong and the conversations we did too. Now we look back and wonder was it worth the pain that grew. She hair feels like cotton and her body keeps me warm. I will breathe my last the day I see her harmed. She doesn't know what I my heart speaks yet knew me so well. She doesn't know the stories my heart longs to tell. She is precious and will always be. Forever is never enough for our eternity.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The Bond

His broken soul now feels no pain. On his lips remains her name. She so often remains surprised. How well he can read her by just looking into her eyes. She waits anxiously to hear his voice. Her heart melts by love and choice. Her past is forgotten and her future remains bleak. Tis her love he still seeks. Without her soul his own is lost and he becomes meek. She changes him to make him believe again, she is more than a friend and more than a lover at most. Yet he tries to get close like the Holy Ghost. Making her smile was his quest, he completes the journey to win her heart is his test. All these years he has reminds him of love. Never has he felt a woman's love so pure never will he ever feel anymore cured. He sits alone and wonders how did he fall out of grace so loud. She didn't say much and yet he knew, she reads his mind and his open soul so true.  His mentality is broken and his ego buried deep. Yet her heart he will win and keep. She sleeps to the sound of his voice and wakes to his presence so far yet near. She knows no longer will she cry alone but losing eachother is their biggest fear. The smell of her skin lingers on him till today, and the the feeling of her lips on his stays. He hugs her tight to let her know she does the same to never let him go. Perceptions created could be wrong, the connection they have is strong. She waits to to see him at dawn, that's what we call a bond.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My connection

There was a time he was lonely, and his  days went by with him only. He hoped to find her one-day, years went by and he gave up his chase. Till he saw her beautiful face, her smile could chase away his pain. Her black eyes turn brown just by the sound of his name. Like glitter of the stars her eyes light up with his thoughts. He could read her soul and stay entwined with her care. He loved the way she did her hair. He'd stare at her quietly and he loved the way she looked from the corner of her eyes. She has her secrets which she tries to hide. He has her heart and remains her guide. She's his refuge and he's her pride. This is a tale of how two broken souls survived. She holds his hand tight and feels his fingers on her cheek on the right. She melted the day he kissed her forehead to tell her goodnight. The rain pours down and yet held on tight. She knows what her heart desires and what she craves while they fight. He tries to prove why he's there and she shows him value and care. He asks for her heart and takes her soul. She gives herself to him freely for those shackles can't withhold.  He will never find another who makes him feel this tale to tell. Two broken souls who knew eachother so well.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks