The broken hearted soul

A broken heart can travel miles, it has heard all the excuses and lies. It dies every moment remembering what's lost, the price it paid and how heavy the cost. The frost on the heart chiseled so precise, split in two from just one slice. The first time remembered and the last you wish to forget. Alas!! It shall travel with you till death, your eyes meet the heavens and the soul meets the truth of what around you lays. You're time runs short and moments so grey. Alcohol and cigarettes consumes what remains. Yet your body lies stiffle in pain, you gain nothing but memories of things you long to forget. You wait anxiously upon your death. It's like a bet with the devil to which you lose soul. As feel yourself sinking deeper into the black hole. Never to emerge and always to fall, tis but so difficult to stand tall.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her fears

Her love for the man who owns her heart. Despite distance keeps them apart you cart your sorrows and disembele her pain. She's but scared what if this doesn't work out again. She looks to the heavens and cries out for help. She isn't sorrowful anymore as you delve into her soul. The taste of her lips lingers on yours till you grow old. She isn't a memory nor would you want her to be, she is but looking for a moment to cherish with thee. She flees from the pain that caused her harm. Your hugs is what brings, on the calm. As dry as the desert she longs for your time. She aches from inside all the while. She is your favorite song, as her name on your lips remains strong.  You build her up to never break her down. You hold her tight to turn her frown around. You are tied to her soul, and bound to her life. You seek every moment to make things right. She fights everyday to make certain her love grows. She dreams about you everynight she puts her head on her pillow.  She willows and let's her burdens linger to carry.  She wishes one-day you are the one she'd marry. Scary are her nightmares, that haunt her in through the light of the moon. Comforting is the moments she realizes who's hold on to her is you. The wind may be cold as the breeze hits her face. You warm gentle touch keeps her safe. Peace roams her soul, as the demons you chase away loving her is a privilege to the end of the day.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks 

Two broken souls

The panorama of life,twitches your soul day and night. The bright blue yonder and the light at the end of the tunnel.  Leaves your heart in a ruthless state. You no longer feel that great, her spine tingly touches and the warmth of her love, she captivates your soul like a heavenly creature from above. The moments of memories the years of pain.  The feeling of holding on to yourself least you no longer remain sane, you lose more than you gain, the birds and the trees no longer find comfort for me. The blueness of the sky, gives companionship to the larks. These are the journey's for the soul to embark. Dark are the nights and gloomy are the days. The sun no longer shines through the clouds so grey. Nature weeps with the broken soul, she cannot comfort you treading on this journey so cold. She breaks down her tears in the form of rain. She thrives in your pleasure and feels your pain. Her name is the taste that remains appealing to your lips. Her skin lingers on your fingertips.  She isn't around to watch those dimples as she smiles. She keeps quiet and waits for her time. You may remain broken, she isn't your fix. She looks forward to the love she missed, she wants your love and arms to hold, you kiss her lips and watch her knees go weak even before she's old. Like quick sand your two broken souls go weak. She will hold on to you till her eternal sleep. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

A relationship

The soul of hers defines her beauty. Since you own heart catching her tears is your duty. The dignified essence of watching her sleep.  You tip top out of bed as her pillow gives rest to her head. You kiss her forehead and fall in love with her each day. You make amends for the wrong doings and fights that made her gloom in everyway.  She refines her commitment towards you as in your arms she lay. Never to let go of your soul and forgiving your past. She still hasn't taken off the mask. You ask her for her hand which you always firmly hold, she gives you her heart which is more precious than gold.  What bothers her she will refrain from to speak. You look for ways to make her feel special and unique. Tis the answers to her questions from life that she seeks. No matter how hard she tries to conceal from you the truth. Her brown eyes give away the secrets that leave her mute. Silence that makes her ponder, distance makes you grow fonder. The world you live in drifts your emotions apart. She wants and end while you still seek a fresh start. Resurrection of emotions in this cruel cold world. As hurt, sorrow and pain at you is hurled. She attains a position as a armadillo curl. While you pour another shot of whiskey to make your head twirl. Her heart is as good as her pure soul. To live without her is a story that best is never told. To love a woman isn't easy to do, being her man and loving her true is what defines the woman and man too.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks 

A relationship

The soul of hers defines her beauty. Since you own heart catching her tears is your duty. The dignified essence of watching her sleep.  You tip top out of bed as her pillow gives rest to her head. You kiss her forehead and fall in love with her each day. You make amends for the wrong doings and fights that made her gloom in everyway.  She refines her commitment towards you as in your arms she lay. Never to let go of your soul and forgiving your past. She still hasn't taken off the mask. You ask her for her hand which you always firmly hold, she gives you her heart which is more precious than gold.  What bothers her she will refrain from to speak. You look for ways to make her feel special and unique. Tis the answers to her questions from life that she seeks. No matter how hard she tries to conceal from you the truth. Her brown eyes give away the secrets that leave her mute. Silence that makes her ponder, distance makes you grow fonder. The world you live in drifts your emotions apart. She wants and end while you still seek a fresh start. Resurrection of emotions in this cruel cold world. As hurt, sorrow and pain at you is hurled. She attains a position as a armadillo curl. While you pour another shot of whiskey to make your head twirl. Her heart is as good as her pure soul. To live without her is a story that best is never told. To love a woman isn't easy to do, being her man and loving her true is what defines the woman and man too.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks 

The will to survive

It's so easy to pick yourself up off the ground.  Rather than lying dead with scavengers around.  Your heart maybe cold and your soul maybe hollow. You're happiness is immediately gone replaced with the pain that's borrowed.  I've lived through the storm and walked through the rainy weather with a soul so hollowed. I stood steadfast in this hurricane that tried to suck me in. I'm done dwelling in my sin,  fin are the words that's come to my mind. The heavens above and stars my guide. As I tread on this path, knowing what comes next I will endure. My brokenness tis no longer my curse but my cure. The friends I have are but named and counted as few. I wouldn't be strong without any of you. The dark clouds fade as the sunshine is bright, the terrifying days are done through my life. Stronger than a ox I stand tall and fight. I do all I can to make things right. Now the time has come to bring forth this heavy cost. The will to win was never lost.


Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks 

My addiction

She was my sin that I happily dwelled with. I sit and think about the past that went by. I burst in tears and cry. Forgetting her was my task. I mask all my self pity and empathy people show. I need no remorse as I grow cold. Yes I no longer possess a heart or emotions. I don't believe in love or its potions.  I find the notion of unfaithfulness easy for everyone around me. Yet I seek nothing yet find peace everyday. My hair turns grey, I have lessons to learn. Memories of her in my soul burn, as the demons within me eat me alive. I could not believe she is not mine. The crime and fault was all mine and it's fine. I shall bear these burdens of pain. I go insane from the thoughts of you every second that flies by. Along with letting you go my soul left as well. Her name is always stuck on my lips. Her breathe got heavy from the touch of my fingertips.  Her knees go weak as I hugged her close. I was stuck to her like the Holy Ghost. She was indeed my addiction and I found it hard to let go. She will always be a memory through the storm, rain, hail, and snow. I am broken but I love as I was created to always do. I now love the man in the mirror he seems to have forgotten about you.

Written and composed by

Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks