Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Her complicated dilemma

She sits in silence and contemplates her life with care. As her beautiful brown eyes into thin air they do stare. Glaring is the truth which she will not accept. Her heart and soul remain reminiscent of memories she hides. By his habits and behavior she does abide. Her pain echoes through the walls as she buries her face in her pillow and cries. As their moments of delightfulness and love blossom in her mind. She seeks his presence since he walked away, but alas she cannot find him again. She rebels with hatred and pain. Her soul set on fire and she can't have her heart's desire. She douses herself in alcohol and narcotics. These are the consequences and she never thought of this. She hungers for his heart and longs for him near. Never did she imagine this much fear. Tears roll down her face as she stands on the ledge. Waiting for a memory to push her over the edge. She looks down and finds passerbys look like him and that's her mind's duty. She needs to look at things with collateral beauty. Her foot perched in mid air while at the ground she does stare. That indeed is a long drop, as the door to her flies open. And she finds him there, smiles and steps back over the ledge and falls to her death. The smile doesn't leave her face as yet. He leans from the balcony forward and watches her corpse. He didn't expect this would be her last. He wants to follow in her footsteps as death wouldn't do them part.  The wedding ring on his finger knows it's a fresh start. Sometimes we need to learn someone well before we give them our heart our life is precious, and we can always have a fresh start.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Her beauty unexplained

When the Lord gave a woman the gift of life. He made her special, gentle with everything right. Her hair as beautiful as the summer breeze. Loving arms so her embrace remains a tight squeeze. Happiness is bestowed on her to please. Every moment she does cease and cherishes it fondly within her soul. Her elegance so radiant even when she turns old. Her eyes sparkle more brightly than the stars. Her voice so adoring it blocks out the sound of the passing cars. By far her beauty is unmatched and cannot be compared. Her heart breaking is something that will always leave her scared. Her finger tips so soft like snowflakes on your body. The taste of her lips intoxicates you like cashewnut toddy. Her soul to be respected and her heart to be adored. Your can't heal her scars but she does cure yours. You pause and stand still as you take a deep breath to admire her beautiful face. Her love drives you in a selfless craze. Gone are days when time stood still yet we rush. Now you sit by playing Candy crush. Your time is what she wants and the lack of your love is what makes her grieve. She remains excited when she sees you go down on one knee. The sea turns calm at the sight of her presence. Her laughter so generous and effervescent. The brightest cresent moon she shines through your darkness. On this journey we must embark, it's never easy like a walk in the park. She holds your hand even when it's dark.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Her passion and desire

A woman's grace and beauty is unmatched when compared. Through her beautiful eyes and lovely hair. Love is the feeling that brews through her body. She talks so loudly not to be noticed by anybody. Her elegance is defined as wine, tasteful and exquisite. Passion reeks through her skin as thewords 'i love you' slips through her lips. Her desire to be held is what she finds difficult to grip. Her fingertips slip at the thought of losing the one she loves. And yet all she can see around her is love. Above are the heavens which bestow on her blessings of God. Her heart beats faster as her smile lauds the on viewing lads. Clad in the world of passion and fire. Looking into her eyes sparks the desire. You hold her close and sway to the music of love. As dancing with an angel from above.  Like a passing breeze she moves hee feet. She is supposed to be loved and not warm your sheets. Her name on your lips and her presence in your mind. The taste of her fingertips so divine. Creation of her life is a gift to mankind. Having her to hold is indeed a blessing so sublime. As you cling on to the woman who owns your heart you wouldn't know where to begin and where to start. She has seen pain and felt her heart break she thinks about her mistakes with sorrows to cart. She is but smart and intelligent too. She awaits to hear you say I love you.  And longs for her name to be utilized the moment you wake. Anger is put to rest for her name's sake. Fake are the men that tried so hard to win her heart. You try so hard to heal her scars. Yet love her from far as she feels you slipping away, yet she doesn't have a clue about that her love and passion draws her near to you everyday. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks