The gentleness

Her broken heart you try to mend. The sorrows and pain never seem to end. You lend the truth about how strong she is and the beauty of her life. She knows not the value you hold as you wait on her day or night. She renders you speechless with just a touch. Tis love you feel and not lust. You hold her close in your arms as the church bells tow from afar. You admire her beauty as she stirs gently in her sleep. You kiss her forehead and watch her smile to keep. You breathe heavily as your nostrils welcome the smell of her yesterday's perfume. You whisper in her ears the song she likes by humming the tune. You walk away as for a minute or two, she wakes startled and screaming your name out for you. She holds your shirt close when you aren't there the smell of you skin lingers and she feels your presence is the air. Love has never had any bounds. Just unconditional and profound. She mounts you and tries to tickle you to submission for a long walk. You pretend that her feminine frame could get you to submit. As your arms around her makes her feel tiny as a midget. She is beautiful and you admire her each day. You miss her in everyway, living your life to make her smile. Loving her as if she were a child. Yet she'd remember having you as a mature man in her life. And she wanted so bad to be your wife. You place the same thought in your head. Now that she's gone you can only think back to see. The memories haunt me.  No more of her tears are you there to catch. No longer can she cling on to you like a latch, when she sleeps at night. No longer can she stand in front of the mirror as you watched her combing her hair. No longer is she yours to love and care.  She now expects it from someone else.  But can't be loved the same way I did her and have stories to tell. That's her biggest fear, she still comes back to seek forgiveness for her mistake she still wishes I was around to prevent her heartbreak.  That is fate, as destiny seeks, kiss her and watch her knees go weak. Break her silence with your love, don't break her heart for she is as fragile as dove.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The deceptive soul

The look in her eyes tells you the truth. That smile looks magnificent and cute. Sudden pout makes you shout volumes of love. She looks like an angel sent from above. The feeling of her hair on your fingertips, the taste of lips last longer than eternal time. Breaking her heart should be considered a crime. Like lime to a tongue her anger is sour, her presence gives some sort of electrical power. As you strive to be a better man. She is the one with the most cleverest of plans. Her hug is tight and she doesn't easily let go. You miss her every second and fail to show.  Little does she know how fortunate you feel, to love her with things so surreal. You'd make a deal with the devil for your soul to see her happiness never turn grey. She'd be clueless of how easy it is to fall in love with her everyday. Her childish behavior is admired with amusement by you. The moments you'd treasure seemed like alot but only a few. It plays back in your head now that she's gone. She's left you in darkness with a broken hearted song. The melody of passion, and the tune love with the rhythm of care. Into the blank open spaces you now stare. Scared of the past your future is brittle.  The present so meek as hope remains little. You try so hard to never fall in love again. You cannot stop yourself from admiring the beautiful women all the same. Like an astronomer you count the stars, you look in the mirror and regret the scars. How could you give a broken heart to anyone even for fun. None is the answer and they don't deserve that.  The fun of life is that fact. The pact you made with your own reflection as you look at your soul of deception.  Never let anyone walk out of your life who cares, never let your story end there. Hangon you can win your fight she might be your miss right.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Relationship Goals

A relationship is something one can never easily explain. The fights, tears heartbreak and pain you face over and over again. It's also a platform to learn to love someone more than yourself.  With her tantrums and childish behavior with which you've always dealt. You've knelt down in front of her as she weeps caused by your anger and rage. You tell her you love her and didn't mean things you said on that stage. She craves your time, compassion and care, she waits anxiously for you to come back when you aren't there. She stares into blank open spaces thinking of your lame jokes that now make her laugh. You look at the bite and scratch marks on your skin for irritating her by calling her retarded and dafted.  Like a sculptor to his craft her beauty leaves you in awe. Her voice you soothing sensation like the birds chirping in the morning and the crowd that caw.  She stands by your side in the kitchen as you cook her every meal. She sits like a child as you feed her the food she loves. Her beautiful brown eyes capture the songs of the angels above. Her hair falls gently on the side of her face. Kiss her forehead and you'd have your immediate warm embrace. The traces of her skin stay on yours when you are away. Her smile like a song in your head stuck on replay. Blessed is the feeling of her head on your chest. She holds your hand throughout life's test. The taste of her lips is wine at best, her name on your lips as you lay your head to rest. She can't live without you nor you with her. You'll both losing eachother is your biggest fear. The rain hides her tears and freshness of her beauty. His presence chases away her demons and loving her becomes his duty. So a relationship is bond which you can't explain.  I've had 11 to my name, each teaching me values of love and care, all things good. I maybe single and happy but I know how things would work and should.  So if you love someone with utmost commitment and care. Stay by her side and always be there. Cause if you don't have plans to place a ring on her finger and hold her everynight.  I don't think as a man you deserve to be in her life.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The beautiful cloak

She is deceptive in a wonderful way that you can always mend. Her beautiful smiles holds the answers to the tears she's cried all weekend. Pain is new to her, especially of this sort. This Web of stress and hurt has her caught. She is strong yet, see only her beautiful eyes in the mirror. She wouldn't tell the world what's eating her up inside her. To me pain is a friend who I consider a foe. Lingers so freely all the more.  Opens the door to heartache and turmoil.  So I share my advice and that's all I can do. I can't really change the situation that's occurred with you. All these gifts of God blessed upon your soul. The moments of togetherness cherish them till you grow old. Respect and love and forgiveness for all the wrong doing and mistakes of the past. Compassion to be shown from the wonderful heart. For the sands of time don't last forever, the fear of losing makes her quiver.  She feels weak and feels like things are gone. She knows not her strength and durability to go on. Her soul is beautiful, gentle and mild. The capability to forgive comes from deep down inside. Her laughter now fades, as the sun sets on the day. That Patanjali toothpaste smile needs to rise up again. You cannot blame yourself for the mistake. It's not your fault for the path individuals choose to take. Know that you are perfect the way it was taught to you to be. Forgive and forget is the only remedy. So let not your sadness aid the gloat. That beautiful smile of yours can be your magical cloak.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The simplicity

It's easy to love a woman yet hard to see her part. You do all you can to own her gentle heart. You keep her close and never let her go. You make memories to cherish and think about them when your old. You wishper the words she wants to hear. And hear her heart beat fast. You hold her hand gently and kind and that kiss will always last. She becomes your present and future as you help her forget the past. She casts her worries and the longs for your love in a hurry. The pride you get when you walk down the street, with the most beautiful girl that ever walked the earth for all the world to see. She doesn't really say a word as she quietly sips her can of Pepsi. Her name on your lips all people hear, as your demons have that to fear. She respects you as man yet like child places your head on her lap. The smell of a cigarette earns you a slap. Her beauty leaves you spell bound as watch her comb her hair from a far. The mirror is the perfect judge to when she sees you and realizes the gentleman you are. Although she is clothed with only love you admire. You crave to hold her all day without any sexual desire. The blaze of fire and passion burns as you to relive those moments you yearn. Many walk in as they wait for you to tell them how you feel. I'm a man who loves a woman who tells me first that she loves me. See to love a woman is simple, care comes from the heart. Making her feeling special is always how you start.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

In loving memory

Sometimes you wonder why things go wrong. Is it the moments that pass or the beginning of a new song in your life unmasked. I looked to the heavens when you left me here. I asked God questions of answers I did fear. Tears rolled down my face, as I walked into your burial place. Traces of memories of all the times passed. I smiled with the broken mask. You held my hand to teach me how to walk. Karma is a cycle that always comes around. Mama was the first words in my mouth that I found. The privileged people get to see theirs grow old. Mine I treasured like gold. I lay in bed wishing you could take away my fear. A mother remains in a child's heart always dear. I know you remain in heaven and I remain forgotten on earth. As I threw the mud on your grave knowing from ashes till dirt. My time draws near. I shall have no more tears I shall be reunited with you within a few years. I bow my head in silence and I hold my chest in pain. Several years have gone by but mama your memories remain. Painfully you name is taken upon my lips, I still feel lost without your guiding fingertips. You bought me every toy I ever laid my eyes on. I still remember your favorite dish was a curry of prawns.  I hunger for you cooking, and miss the festive shopping and looking for everything that needed to be right. I remember the times I wasted with all those drunk late nights. I could have spent them with you and instead I chose not to. I regret my stupid decisions. And now I stand in a position, where I need your helping hand. Anger no longer fills me as I know you going away was God's plan. You may be deceased a few years now. But I still weep within and ask how. People are lucky to have mothers so true. I was lucky to be born from you. No longer am I a child but I keep your memories stuck like glue. One-day In heaven I shall rejoice and be with you. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

A costly price

A broken heart you can't easily mend. A soul so lost as you stand on a cliffs end. Your troubling sorrows, as you seek hallowed ground. You search for love that can't be found. Her warm smile on your mind to trace, after all these years you still feel her warm embrace. Piece by piece you pick up your life. She isn't your sought after wife. She belongs to another, as you shudder to think. She looks back at the memories just like you and in quicksand she sinks. You ask her what does she miss the most, she will tell you how you held her close. And kissed her forehead everynight.  You just miss her being your Ms. Right. She wakes up now days wishing you were him. She looks at her child hoping that was the blessing of your kin. She too regrets everyday, alas you can't change the mistakes so grave. You lay down to look up at the clear dark sky. You feel the cool nights breeze drift by, the night before you is a lie. For happiness you can never attain. When all you feel is despair and pain. A costly mistake by a foolish girl, an egoistic boy who wanted to rule the world. Ambitions of lovers on two separate paths. Problem is their love grew from the same beating heart. The angels of heaven weep and stare as they live different lives without a care. Sometimes the broken have more compassion in the cruel world out there. A kiss from an angel that guards his soul, as he closes his eyes to rest. With her on his mind he places his life in a grueling test. So pick up your pieces and walk away. For you shall have you treasure one-day. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks