Her soul to hold

He walks the earth searching for love. He found that once a upon a time. Yet, never treated it like it was from above. So divine  and now she remains far. All he has is a broken heart and never ending scars. By far, the failed relationships and the long lonely fights tar his memory and taunt his soul. She isn't around for him to hold, lay back in her arms on the one he loves. All that remains is the dust and disaster. He made his mistakes. He walks to a lake to ease his soul. His demons along with him grow cold. He hardens his heart so he can never have other fresh start. He carts her name on his lips every morning and while he lays his head to rest. She is at best gone for good of all the women he held on to her dear. As the sun sets upon the lake he feels the tears roll down his face. Was it right to let her walk away, was he right when he said he no longer felt the same. Regret fills him and he has himself to blame. The taste of her lips remains on his tongue. No matter how strong the glass of whiskey and rum. She owns his heart and soul and makes him think how special it would have been with her the way they grew old. Sometimes you have to hang on the one you love, coz you need her all your life to hold.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Least of all love

The question that always arose in my mind. I searched the world and asked so many times. What does it take to love a woman so divine. Her wonderful heart that beats so fast and stays warm no matter how cold the blizzard and weather. Tis but the person she holds dear that resides there. Her beautiful hair that sways through the wind her soul so caring that she is your favorite sin. Her touch so gentle that she can calm a weeping child. Her smile so soothing and yet so mild. Her angry face makes you smile, her brown eyes glitter like the stars. Tears roll down your face as you witness the scars. She hides them so well that even from a distance or one being near, you can't figure out her scars or fears. Clear as the day she chooses the one she loves. She renders herself in commitment towards him like he's sent from above. Sacrifices she makes of her own family and her fun. Only to live and love her special one. So as a man how do you love a woman of such beauty and a heart so divine. Winning her heart is simple, staying in love is harder with the falling sands of time. We forget the times we wished to wake up to her beautiful face. Now it remains a reminiscent talk as your thoughts swindle to something else. Thank your lucky stars that she's still in your life with all the right cards dealt. She used to melt as you swept her off her feet. Now your eyes and hers just don't meet. Remember the time when she was the one that made your heart skip a beat. Relive those moments else she is the one you would lose. Love still remains an option for you to choose.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her beginning

She walks down the street and everyone stops and stares. As the wind brushes aside her hair to expose her beautiful face. So gentle and so mild, with a smile as all she can do is shy away. She waits for rain and she sits by her window watching the drops of water fall down. She admires the lighting and the thunder makes her despise that sound. She loves the sunshine and yet curses the tan. A woman who hasn't yet had her life planned. She gazes upon the moonlight and counts every star. Her beauty is even admired by the God's so far. Her brown eyes glitter with joy as she gets her heart to beat faster than a drum. When she hears her favorite song is played and being sung. Love, is what she understands and yet seeks for someone to share the same view. She fails to realize there are but only a few. Her face lights up when she gets what she wants. She hates the mornings as she wakes up lonely and that is a feeling that haunts. Her kindness is imminent and her touch is mild. Her gratitude is immensely wild, her trust is broken and her lips are sealed. Her pain is visible but the reason she will never reveal. Her soul is taking her higher than before her desire to love grows. Yet she finds none and looks for another. All that remains is broken dreams and a heart shattered. She chooses the wrong ones who manipulate her like a child. She is left broken to die. Picking up the pieces and placing them together again. Only to watch them broken the same. Tis the truth about her broken heart. With not knowing where it concludes, just aware of where it starts.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her heart upon her sleeve

She wears her heart upon her sleeve. Her eyes closed makes her look beautiful as she sleeps. Her soul rests peacefully as her heart has someone to seek. She peeks through the creveses of her life. She dreams about her perfect wedding night. Her laughter echoes through your ears and her smile stays embedded in your mind. The smell of her perfume makes you feel alright. Her head on your chest and the fragrance of her hair makes you fly high as a kite. She is the only reason that makes you fight. Love is her desire and passion alight. She looks to feel special everyday and night. Peace is a volume that keeps her calm. She looks for comforting arms. Her gratitude is lesser than the things she expects. She wishes she could him say "till death". She let's herself take every instance of blame. She just wants for someone to heal her pain. She looks out for someone to love her through all times she is Moody and turns insane. Understand her and you will find the door to her heart. Yet she will remain happy and pleased, she is a woman and wears her heart upon her sleeve.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Adolescent transition

Guilt is a feeling that breaks your soul. Years pass by and it never grows old. Manipulation and deceit are fuelling agents making the taste bittersweet. Time is a curse that brings you memories of worse, as you cling for life in coffin carried by a hearse. Remorse is gentle and tender is a result of your pain. The thoughts make you feel deranged. Lingering are feelings and haunting are images so true. Like your age the same demons grew. Greatness is meager and sorrowfulness makes me eager. Tears roll down as trust is what breaks. I can't be human as I choose not to be fake. I rake all my wrongdoings and bury my shame. As I try my best to clear my name. Justice and equality is never real in this world. Kindness and compassion is a world which twirls and curls. To some this maybe ranting and to some it shall make sense. I am but apologetic and remain  adolescent.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Stop the crime and start the chivalry

The heart is often confused with what should be right and what is indeed wrong . Your conscience rings in your head like your favorite song. The breathe of life is gift that we so often defile. Your body is a monument that doesn't stay new after all this time. I perceive a woman and contemplate on her thoughts. Other men look at her and say "she's hot". An odd manner to describe her beauty with this generation and trend. I look around and no longer find anymore gentlemen. A woman believes chivalry is dead and extinct. Us men have left them about us so little to think. A woman is to be flattered and told how beautiful she might be. Not everyone has an eye for that kind of quality. You look at her body and judge her by her looks. I searched but never found that perception in any religious books. You hold a door open for her to walk in she smiles and displays her gratitude as such. It's your gesture that isn't much, man was created to stand by a woman's side. Be it your mother, sister, girlfriend or even your bride. I watch the media talk about the savagery of man. Molestation and forceful behavior was never part of any plan. A woman is gentle and needs to be cared. Alas!! You now go close to one and she petrified and scared. A few daring and a few timid and meek. A woman's scornful vengence you wouldn't want to seek. Men need to understand that a woman is precious and needs to be treated that way. Without a woman everyone would be gay. No pun intended to my friends on the other side of the fence. It's an illustration of recompense.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks