A woman's soul

Beauty is often defined by a woman's soul. Her heart is more precious than silver or gold. She is gentle like a summer breeze on a night so cold. Cherish her as you grow old. Her name on your lips is stronger than the alcohol that reeks from your breath. You love her in the absence till death. Her fingertips a remedy for all your pain. Her embrace keeps you sane, and yet her memories during her absence drives you insane. Portions of her love keeps you alive through the pain. Her kisses make you feel special and all to gain. Her life turns beautiful as years pass away. Her heart beats faster when she thinks about you each day. When you aren't around she remains in dismay. Her love is found to be new every morning with care and attention so adorning. Peace is her ammunition as gentleness
is fortifying and leaves your self belief yearning. She has a scent of her skin that makes you quiver as your hair starts to stand as her touch makes you shiver. Her body is to be admired and her body to be embraced. Consciousness and mentality
is a gift she doesn't flaunt. Yet displays it with grace. The only thing that makes her melt is hearing the one she loves says you look beautiful.  She is a woman who can't fathom a life without you near. Losing the one she loves is her biggest fear. Dear is her soul and with a radiant smile upon her face. Perfection is her beauty in everyway so all I have to say is happy women's day.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The broken soul

The shadows remain your friend. As you cling on to life before it ends.

You watch the children run past in joy.

Yet they have no clue what lies ahead.

You feel the cold breeze of the evening sky, your body is withering and your soul so dead.

The voices stay reminiscent in your head.

Looking for a future while you dwell in your past, the brokenness adds to the mask.

Her name on your lips beyond compare, as her picture in your hand makes you stare.

The glare of her eyes twinkling in the dark.

Embedded on your heart, as her presence in your life leaves that mark.

Like lark she flew away like she received freedom from her cage.
All you feel is rage and pain.

Years later you are not greater nor do you see yourself heal.

The devil comes by to make me a deal, yet I walk away from that offer.

Little did I know he too doesn't accept the broken soul.

Worthlessness and shame creeps up to deliver no comfort to life.

You hug yourself together every night. Peace is not a friend, love is a foe and passion a monger to let pain grow.

Life is a no longer a gift for me anymore.  Emotions have left and people can't judge you through your mask.

The man walks in his shadow, tis his only friend to hold.

These are the memoirs of a broken soul.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

A woman's nature

The wind blows wildly and the trees embrace her presence. The stars twinkle with her beautiful essence. Her soul so free and fragrance so the world can see. If mother nature is to be admired with such decree.  A woman who steals your heart is to be praised indeed. Her hair so beautiful that it brushes your face, her eyes so deep it pierces your out right. Her touch so unique it makes you feel alive. Her heart beats faster as you hug her tight. She hold your hand as you stand infront for the world to fight. Her emotions is a light upon your path. Her lips speak and sends your soul into a sparks. No longer is it dark nor will she let the world know of how her life turns grey. As she has you to love everyday., she thinks of growing old with you and will love you even when your hair turns grey. As you lay down to have your body rest, you think about the times when you aren't breathing anymore to be there. That's the fear that eats you alive and gives you a scare. And she spends her time with you showing your love and care. The similarities between nature and a woman who loves someone is simple. They're always going to be there.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Broken wings

On a dark gloomy day, she walked by my way. Everything is right as the sun shone bright upon my face. Her radiance is hope  through the dark stormy night. She completes my soul,as look forward to grow old. She worries about tomorrow as her past gleams through the clouds which she tries so hard to cover. She is caring and always calm and I did love her. Her memories taunt her mood as it changes like the weather. She says nothing even if I ask her it's gonna be never. She promises forever,  yet, she knows not what the future holds. As her beauty is of tales and folklore foretold. Like gold to silver we mix with a combination so unconventional and raw. Yet she hold my soul and at her beauty I stare and remain at awe. Peace was never a friend as my demons make my soul bend in a way that can't be described. I stare into her eyes for comfort. And find her distress I comfort her and yet in peace she can't close her eyes to rest.  She is at best perfect for any man to have, privileged you'd feel. As a man with pride, yet her fears and hatred she does hide. Her name on your lips as if tis an everlasting kiss. She remains close yet, I feel she is missed. She distances herself yet shows as is well. I held her close with stories to tell. If I'm but the devil she'd be my hell.  Kindness is her ammunition and gentleness her calm. I cannot never do her harm.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks