Thr world's greatest treasure

People have wealth which they so easily defile. A woman's heart is no less and needs to be cherished till the end of time. Tis but a crime we don't comprehend, and then hands of time can't be turned back again. She cherishes moments which you as man easily forget. She remembers your habits and renounces a bet to prove her wrong. Even though she's right, she doesn't harp on that song. You take so much time and effort to steal her heart, admire her beauty and capture her soul. Then you forget she exists when you achieve your goal. You sweep her off her feet and hold her hands forever. You let go when a woman passes by and she knows cause she's clever. Never will she lose her argument cause most of the times she is right. But she swallows her pride to lose some fights. Her ego isn't boosted as yours is at times. Raising your hand is not allowed and we do it thinking it's fine. She gives her all and expects love in return. She cooks your food and spends on you whatever she earns. Tis love she bears in her heart and pride is born in yours. She is the reason for your happiness and not pain being caused. Lost is your soul and yet she loves you throughly through the pain. Broken is her heart and yet selfishly we never mend it again. Her tears fall down and you are the cause. Tis but your duty to catch them and avoid pointing out her flaws. Peace is a stone embedded in her crown, love is her weapon to heal her frown. Her beautiful smile, and gorgeous hair, her wonderful brown eyes into which you stare. Her glow, glaring imminent under the night sky. She wishes to hang on forever and you find ways to say goodbye. She remains loyal and honest with respect by her side. As your true feelings are hidden inside. Pleasure is given without you to ask, her body is not a toy for your scars as a mask. If you love a woman and she loves you back. You're the luckiest man alive and that's a fact. She isn't a artifact one can measure, her heart is precious and tis the world's greatest treasure.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Sometimes forever doesn't last

She wakes up every morning as she feels safe with him by her side. She smiles and can't believe he's in her life. As children they played, and as lovers they lay. With her heart in his chest and beats for her all day. She makes him hold her tight, by just smiling from within. She isn't fond of bearing his kin. She is his sin, and he holds her name to his lips. He touches her face and her skin dwells on his fingertips. He firmly grips her hand as they walk down the street. For everyone to know he loves her as unmeasurable as how the ocean runs deep. He creeps up besides her and admires her beauty, even the pout. She never felt so much love without a shadows of a doubt. He feeds her else she refuses to eat. He straves himself yet, fills his hunger with love when their eyes meet. The taste of her lips is all that he needs, the smell of her skin brings him to his knees. None can fathom such beauty so divine. Her beauty brown hair with a pair of eyes to match something so sublime. Tis but a crime how much he cared. Tis but injustice how their hearts now lay in despair. People often ask what has become of him. She has forgotten and he forgave her for her sins. She replies with anguish and hate, he was never my destiny or fate. Now she bears a child of another. Yet he knows she's a beautiful mother. She tries to be a loyal wife. Yet the habits of old die hard, no matter how hard you fight. He sits and gazed upon the starry sky, he knows she's more beautiful than that, and he said it a million times and didn't lie. She creeps into his thoughts and dwells in his heart. She is but smart and stays happy all her life. She cannot be his as she is someone else's wife. With an open mind and his drunken state makes him know it. He is never the sober poet. Life is at times cruel, and it's hard to draw upon the contents of the past. Sometimes forever doesn't last.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

A mother's love

A woman who cares, yet is scared at every instance to lose the one she loves. She places you higher than usual all above, peace is embedded in her mind with you by her side. She makes sure that she says your mine. Love is found in all her heart, seek and you will never find a mother so sublime as a perfect work of god's art. She wakes you up, so you don't get late. And your breakfast is ready on a plate. She reminds you to brush your teeth, that is well before you eat. She holds you tight no matter what your age. You're still her child in her page. Sometimes women treat you like their daughter or son. You know she loves you for all your worth. Even though to you she didn't give birth, she made you grow up even when your parents had their marriage in despair. She too is a mother to me who always did care. She stares at you not in anger, yet makes you understand when she explains. Moments you cherish is when she taught you how to play chess, she beat you everytime cause she was the best. She took care of you when you weren't strong. Made you understand right from wrong, she maybe my aunt and she treats me like her son. She is still my mother to me, if not to none. God needed an angel and took away a woman who was the one who gave me life. Yet placed another to make things right, in every possible way. It's with pain and happiness is to say to all the Mama's happy mother's day. Thank you for your kindness and all being part of my life. Thank you for making me feel special even when things weren't right. A debt I owe to both my mothers, which in fright I know I can't repay. I thank God for blessing me abundantly in every way.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The wandering soul

As I wander the earth like a soul released from its body. I see the faces of pain and anguish on everybody. People have their stories to tell, how badly live treated them. And how and what it's like to go through hell. We have but mere stories and experiences of our past. That's what makes life endless and vast. Some use a mask to cover their scars, other seek sympathy near and far. I seek and dream of what i cannot attain. Love so special that it drives me insane. I can't fathom the feeling as I did when I was a young lad, I saw her grow up with beauty and an angelic face that puppy love, it drove me mad. I would feel the goosebumps which I could not hide. Alas!! Those feelings have indeed died. I would hold her face in the palm of my hand as I kiss her forehead and bid her goodbye. I'd hold every tear which I made her cry. She'd hold on tight to me as we'd lay down to sleep. I'd sing her a song and have her head on my chest to keep. Madness was an understatement as we'd act like idiots for all to see. Now I have an empty house without thee. Lonely nights grow cold and weary. Thinking about her always made me teary. Scary was the thought of letting her go. I never knew reality to be to cruel without any remorse for me to be shown. The promises I made I kept all but one, the I'll be there forever is a sentence under the sun. Distant is her presence and closest is her memories. Now I'm a threat and she see me as an enemy. Kindness befalls as most people are deprived of it. So for all the people who have love and a relationship to cherish, treasure it least you perish.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

A poem for the broken soul

He sits around and watches the world pass by. He contemplated every moment of his life. He swallows his pride now, and he didn't back then. He thinks of her memories and eats him up from within. Love is beautiful and yet cruel as he sees.  She loves another and is happy as can be, a child in her arms of someone new. Something they talked about and reality they never knew. Watching the stars in his arms from a window by the bed at night, was her favourite pastimes as just flew. She'd watch him sleep yet he'd admire her beauty so elegant and deep. He knew when to close his eyes as quickly as she could peek. He'd wake up every morning to admire her beauty and angelic face. He'd push aisde her brown and kiss her forehead with a warm embrace. She always chose to be loved and yet wanted to be free. He was immature as could be, alcohol was his friend, and she his weakness. She searched to replace him for all his meekness. She found what she did seek, the price was heavier than they could bear. Out of the window he does but stare. Not at the stars, he ponders would she be doing the same. Awake are his emotions of love, till he remembers she doesn't bear his last name. He kills those emotions and moves ahead. He lays down to feel the coldness of his empty bed. He has a shatter heart with her memories in his head. Red is the colour of his blood which pours through his veins on slit wrists. He never thought love would have as such a twist. Missed is her presence and happiness for her is his best wish. The years they were together were eight yet the memories countless and foretold. Tis but a poem for the broken soul.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her broken heart cant be mended

A woman opens her soul to the man she loves. She treats him like a God from the heavens above. She looks forward to his arms to hold her close. For the rest of her life tis him she chose. Her body grows tired and weary with age. Yet her love blossoms like a flower at that stage. Caged is her wants and she makes sacrifices as her life she has laid. Relationships aren't made in heaven, yet love is found on earth. She may be hurt yet, smiles so fervently. Her desire is to be loved for all eternity. Pieces of her past remain shattered on the floor. She lost count of how many times he walked out the door. She cried her eyes out, wishing he was there to give her a hug. She clings on to what's left of herself, with remorse and not love. Her tears roll down like rain on a summer night. She plays back the hurtful things he said during that fight. Her gentle face isn't resting on the palm of his hands. That's what happens when you love an egositic man. With nothing to hold on to and no one to have her problems to share. She picks herself up and acts like she doesn't care. Hardened is her heart that no man can melt. The problem is solved and the situation well  dealt. This is the perception of a broken heart. Her pain and sorrows she does cart. The start is alone yet she dreamnt they would never part. Thus is the story of a woman's broken heart. Love dwells inside her like anger bottled for many a years. She resents the thought as the tears she felt were clear. Breaking a woman's heart is the costliest thing in this world. She will remain the broken hearted girl. With memories to remind her how it all went wrong. Tis a broken heart that can't be repaired unlike in the movies or love songs.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Young love

She walked the earth in magnificence and embraced her future without pain. She grew up tender, loving and mild. I watched her transition to a beautiful woman from a child. She longed for love and butterflies that flew around in her tummy. Everything to her was always funny. He made her laugh and she would watch his eyes glitter at the her presence. Her soul entwined with his that was a modest essence. They grew up as kids to young adults who fell in love effervescent. Hers grew strong like the roots of a tree. His was a phase like season's withering leaves. She longed for his touch and craved to be in his arms. His love was alcohol, and that's what made him calm. She held back nothing to make him feel happy and special was her biggest charm. He would hold her face in his palm. Being in love with her can do no harm. She wanted to travel the world and see all that there is. He wanted to watch his life pass by as fast as soda does fizz. He made her complete and she then figured she was too young. She could get any man she wanted and then desired her fun. Her embedded her to his soul, while he watched her prance away. He felt love for the first time and remembers that day. They walked away on different paths, and he remained with her in his heart. She was his companion and best friend and he now didn't know where to start. He ran through relationships trying to find a replica of her. Every time he found love he'd move away with fear. Numerous times till this day he has her name on his lips. He may kiss a million more as he seeks the familiar lips. She flew away like a migrating dove or swallow. Sometimes young love can leave you hollow.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks