Another lifetime

Her happiness is so well perceived.  Her beauty is easy on your eyes to appeal. Your duty is to love her.  As she opens her eyes every morning, care and compassion every breath you take dawning.  Jewels of the heavens placed here on earth.  Yet you live everyday berserk without her presence all around.  You seek her grace, her face has your fingertips to trace. Her heart bigger than an ocean view so bold. You hold her tight throughout the cold stormy night.  You fight against her will and stubborn behavior to tell her your there. You walk by her side with love and care.  She is your best getaway and puts your worries at ease. Her lips with your name to whisper is a tease. Like the moon she shines bright and pushes your darkness away. Your demons tremble with fear of her name as they get slain.  She holds your head on her lap to help you find peace. Her fondest memories of you puts her to ease. Without her you're back to the shell of a man that once lived.  She is your refuge that makes things easier than ever before.  You regret the day you walked out the door. You count the stars and hope she does too, does she miss and still love you? Those are thoughts that so often linger. After all these years between my hands I can still feel her gentle fingers. Love is a decision one so often does choose. Hate is something we always refuse. She is but gone, yet I cherish all the years of being together. I feel like it's a passing cloud of bad weather. One-day she shall return and we will continue our journey a new. Till that lifetime comes I shall continue loving you.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The hardest choice

The easiest thing to do is love someone, the memories of old and all the good fun. You stand in silence and think about the love and care. The moments and promises of always being there. Gruesome were the fights, and like unholy sinners we'd swear. A hug from me to say 'your not going any f***ing where'. The moments I treasured were the ones where you'd get irritated and pout. I'd wait anxiously to hear you shout. A knock across my head and you'd say 'shut your mouth baby'. Wishing I could turn back time 'maybe'. You'd hold me close as soon as I turn off the lights and sing you to sleep. It's only coz the darkness scared you helplessly.  I remember the moments when you'd hold my hand, was never planned that you'd show the world for eachother we'd always be there. Those beautiful brown eyes would leave me in awe to stare. Her beautiful hair was a comfort even on my face. The smell of her skin and perfume left me with my feet to trace.  Her heart never found hatred no matter how angry we turned. For eachothers embrace we'd  always yearn. We would always learn to love in ways we would find hard to explain. Through the heartache and pain. Her voice brought peace of mind to my soul. She was my treasure I long to once again hold. With utmost commitment and precision she's always going to care. Walking away is never easy to do with her and me making promises to always be there. It's easy to love yet, hard to walk away. That's always been the hardest choice I made even till this day. I look myself in the mirror shattered as I stare. True love if let go can always leave you bear.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

A broken heart of love

The heart keeps bearing emotions it tries to perceive. Whether it's happiness, or whether it's grief. The joy of loving somebody gently and mild. Embracing her in your arms like child. It gives you sorrow as you wipe her tears during a fight. It gives you hatred towards a person that can't make things right. It gives you love to treasure, it beats faster with pleasure as you kiss her forehead and hold her tight. It gives you the ability to create wonders and take her breathe away. It gives you the compassion you need to always be there for her in everyway. It let's you categorize the fact that she's important and she open her eyes to watch you admire her beauty so near. She is the woman you love and hold so dear. The heart creates fear, and breaks if you feel she might leave. So it gives us the opportunity to make certain we weave this boundary of love to keep her close. Anyone who tries to steal her would have a broken nose. She is your favorite song the lyrics embedded in your heart. When you look into her beautiful brown eyes that song is on replay. Blessed are the people who treasure love and never fail to understand how difficult it is to part. Tis a privilege and honor to own a beautiful woman's heart.  For she could keep any man in there to cherish and care. Instead she's chooses you to love and let's you near. Without any fear she gives up her soul, for her heart tells her this is the man with whom she may grow old.  She molds herself to your whims and fancies.  And she doesn't take much of the chances so she doesn't want to let you go else she will perish. When you own a woman's heart it's meant to be cherished. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Memories playback

Her memories playback in my mind. She resides in my heart all through the sands of time. Her voice rings in my ears. As I sit with tasting my tears. Her smile is your map to her heart.  Her hugs warm enough to give your day and energetic start. Essence of her skin still lingers on you. Tis these moments I cherish but are a few. Your fingertips on her face made her cheeks turn pink and the pout and dimples show. We think about eachother even when we don't talk anymore.  The closer I moved towards her soul, she crept into her shell. Our beings together by everyone wasn't wished well. Her hair falls perfect on her face,  but I'd push it behind her ear to show I care. Her eyes glistened with love as she'd look up and stare. As drunk as a sailor yet my lips found her forehead as she'd be asleep at night. The smell of the whiskey on my breathe meant the morning would procure a fight. She'd turn around to hold me even though anger builds in her half broken sleep. She'd wait all day to have me to keep. The smell of her hair would let me fall asleep with my nose buried on the top of her head. Tis a moment I treasure till in my grave I lay dead. She is the girl who owns my heart, and there will be no other. Alas! She belongs to someone else and of his child is a mother. Years of love blossomed like a flower, but the rain washed away what we had. We remain strangers wondering why we aren't glad. Love is strange and circumstances we fall into to, but I will always remember but refrain from loving you. For you belong to another,  that's the thought that makes my soul shudder.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her lost love

A woman's heart is precious to be treasured. The depth of her love can't be measured. You stop and stare into her beautiful brown eyes.  Revealing the secrets she she hides, her pride and glory remain out there. She caresses the man she loves in her arms with care. Her name remains like wine to your lips. Her skin lingers on your fingertips.  She grips your soul as you surrender. As you touch her face so tender, the warmth of her structure so frail in your arms. Her smile your heart's charm,  with a calm soothing voice you hear her say 'i love you'. Her soul entwined with yours as if it's stuck with glue. She gives you clues to show you she's there. You admire her beauty and gaze and stare. You know you are unworthy of love with such galore that effervescently lives. You have but only pieces of your broken heart to give. Her love is precious as the sun to the sky. Tis in her arms you wish to die. Angels exist and they are of flesh and blood, for a woman is put on earth from heaven above.  Love and mercy she bestows on your life. She waits not for your ring on her finger to make her your wife.  For she patiently waits for you to slip your fingers in between hers. Holding her hand throughout all the years. She takes your fear and drives it away. She clings onto you through the nights and laughs with you through the day. So free is her soul that she waits anxiously for the day with you she grows old. She molds her love for you in the form of your child, she is a friend, lover, and compassionate companion so mild. So it's easy to love her her and even easier to care. Problem is us men aren't always willing to be there. Staring up at the stars he now dreams of the past, of all the years gone by wishing he could have made it last. His mask is broken just like his heart. Her name given up to someone who doesn't own her heart. For the one who can make her smile sits reminiscent of the past. For the soulmates for all eternity didn't really last. So if you love a woman treasure her for all she can be. Spoil her, love her and keep her happy. Tis a crime to let her slip by, while you sit and make words rhyme. Don't regret the lessons of the past if you do then you'll always have on the smiling mask.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Disposable soul

The memories flash by as things remain of the past. The daunting transitions of things you now no longer want it to last. You seek no more refuge, yet remain blind. You remain in solitude it's yourself you try so hard to find. With brokeness inside you pick up the pieces, with mistakes to remind you of the past decayed.  You can never have karma, play by the rules as you always stay unattached and see how cruel. I cannot fathom and wonder what happened, as things become shattered looking at the scars I count. I always seem to be losing this bout. A battle of the willful and strength of the meek. I look forward to happiness I seek. The moments that linger with a taste so sour, I know that I feel myself slipping away every hour. I do not cowar I do not moan the seed of bitterness. Yet I try to live in glee. As there is no longer you and me, but I won't stop surviving and won't stop breathing without thee. I have only disposable memories. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The love will cease one-day

Thoughts of her beauty rings in my head like a gong. Her beautiful brown eyes filled with tears hidden all day long. She smiles around me and waits for your return all day.  She stays up all night to wait for a text from you, asking if she's okay? Slowly but surely you miss her too, you kiss her even when she has the flu. She walks down the road and everyone stares. Placing your hand in hers to show the world she's mine. Her fingers in between yours and she has the cutest smile. No one can steal you from her is her instant thought. You stare at her secretly and she catches you to question saying 'what'. Actions speak louder than words they say and for your relationship you've fought. The thought of her skin on mine gives me goosebumps all the time. I still remember the blue Christmas theme, the dress looked so pretty I couldn't stop myself to stare. Her beautiful brown eyes and long hair. As her skin glistened with a sparkle, I held her hand with care. Whispering in her ear, 'i love you and will always be there'. Her touch so gentle like a feather to a bird at birth. She had to kiss me to make me feel my feet were still on earth. Like dirt to a wet foot she'd follow me around. Her hair on my face as we savor the moments and prance. The feeling of her little face in my hand, as I look into her eyes and sent me in a trance. She dances with my demons and chases them away. My name on her lips as she closes her eyes to pray. I lay my head down to rest in peace, as hers on my chest makes me  feel at ease. Without her now I am but lost and my soul craves for you like a tease. I await the day my love for you will cease.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Cradle to the grave

Her beauty leaves me speechless, her love left me heartless and cold. I cherish our memories together till I grow old. With bold thoughts I remain hopeful and pray. She'd come back to love me someday.  Written in the stars I count every scar that I find. By and by I stay blind, seeking a few years of the past.  I keep her in my soul to last. The mask I wear makes me stare at my reflection in the mirror. My sins make me shiver, tis isn't the cold that makes me feel the way I do.  The fact that I miss her and she hasn't a clue. Due is the pain that makes me come back to our fallen relationship.  I miss the feeling of always being there. I miss the angry stare. The fact that losing me gave her a scare.  She always cares about what I do, the moments and memories are a plenty and never a few. We stuck together like glue, and I knew our love would last. But I'm still a man and make mistakes, I didn't know my ego would put our love at stake. Now you wake wishing I was him. We both stay eachothers favorite sin.  And hurt from within.  Now your his kin, and I'm a waiting for a change in things. Your hair, your time and presence is what I miss the most. I travel coasts to find a replacement for your essence. I never find all the days I try to seek, I am but left meek and distorted. These are the moments I try to filter and like my soul I need it morted.  I watch all your pictures which I save, tis your heart and soul I crave. I know i shouldn't keep another to save. But I will love you from the cradle to the grave.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone

Another day passes for me to rest. Years go by without her love for me is a test. I hold my soul at best, least I follow. I am but left empty and hollow.  Her warmth and gentle nature so sublime, the taste of her lips makes stand still the sands of time. As poetry and rhyme with memories is I have left. I await anxiously for my death. Love is indeed cruel when her heart you can no longer cherish. Your soul to the gallows sent to perish. I seek her presence I admire her beauty from afar.  I look back at the past and count in abundance the scars that remain. All you feel is despair and pain.  Her voice rings in your ears. No longer can you catch every tear, you fear yourself losing hoping. Praying so earnestly for her happiness as if you were the pope.  She was as will be embedded in my soul till the day your body grows stiff and cold. Tis not a test tis but a love story lost throughout the world that rests. Like a harvest of crops she is near she indeed no longer your future. As her hair no longer remains on your face to tickle and make you groan.  She is still the flesh of your flesh and bone of your bone. Tis the loveless burden I have borne. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My biggest crime

I open my eyes to thoughts of her near. Losing her was my biggest fear. Dear was her presence close to my soul. Cherishing the memories of when I had her to hold. Fearless and bold was my spirit which she sparked from within.  She was my courage and me her addiction.  Never did she hate me but did despise things of a few. Too much of care and love drives a person away from you. Her biggest problem was I couldn't see beyond our love. The scariest thing was my life being taken away by the Lord above. She'd hold me close when the nightmares recur, she'd fall back asleep in my arms knowing I'm safely near. It took me years but I healed her scars she planned to take to her grave. The saddest part those are the same scars to her which I gave. Her fondest memories are treasured in her head. The same one I kissed everytime she went to bed. She always led the way as time goes slow. Her beauty leaves me astounded and will always till I grow old. She molds you into a man that you never thought you could be.  She completes the brokeness inside and heals me. I am not perfect yet she made me feel I was.  Yet I ponder and realized it too late, you always lose a soulmate.  So as one-day when the angels welcome me and St Peter holds the key to my arrival. I'd hear her at my obituary telling the world what true love means. And the pleasure of me being in love with someone so divine. Letting her go was my biggest crime.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

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