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

Her complicated dilemma

She sits in silence and contemplates her life with care. As her beautiful brown eyes into thin air they do stare. Glaring is the truth which she will not accept. Her heart and soul remain reminiscent of memories she hides. By his habits and behavior she does abide. Her pain echoes through the walls as she buries her face in her pillow and cries. As their moments of delightfulness and love blossom in her mind. She seeks his presence since he walked away, but alas she cannot find him again. She rebels with hatred and pain. Her soul set on fire and she can't have her heart's desire. She douses herself in alcohol and narcotics. These are the consequences and she never thought of this. She hungers for his heart and longs for him near. Never did she imagine this much fear. Tears roll down her face as she stands on the ledge. Waiting for a memory to push her over the edge. She looks down and finds passerbys look like him and that's her mind's duty. She needs to look at things with collateral beauty. Her foot perched in mid air while at the ground she does stare. That indeed is a long drop, as the door to her flies open. And she finds him there, smiles and steps back over the ledge and falls to her death. The smile doesn't leave her face as yet. He leans from the balcony forward and watches her corpse. He didn't expect this would be her last. He wants to follow in her footsteps as death wouldn't do them part.  The wedding ring on his finger knows it's a fresh start. Sometimes we need to learn someone well before we give them our heart our life is precious, and we can always have a fresh start.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her beauty unexplained

When the Lord gave a woman the gift of life. He made her special, gentle with everything right. Her hair as beautiful as the summer breeze. Loving arms so her embrace remains a tight squeeze. Happiness is bestowed on her to please. Every moment she does cease and cherishes it fondly within her soul. Her elegance so radiant even when she turns old. Her eyes sparkle more brightly than the stars. Her voice so adoring it blocks out the sound of the passing cars. By far her beauty is unmatched and cannot be compared. Her heart breaking is something that will always leave her scared. Her finger tips so soft like snowflakes on your body. The taste of her lips intoxicates you like cashewnut toddy. Her soul to be respected and her heart to be adored. Your can't heal her scars but she does cure yours. You pause and stand still as you take a deep breath to admire her beautiful face. Her love drives you in a selfless craze. Gone are days when time stood still yet we rush. Now you sit by playing Candy crush. Your time is what she wants and the lack of your love is what makes her grieve. She remains excited when she sees you go down on one knee. The sea turns calm at the sight of her presence. Her laughter so generous and effervescent. The brightest cresent moon she shines through your darkness. On this journey we must embark, it's never easy like a walk in the park. She holds your hand even when it's dark.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her passion and desire

A woman's grace and beauty is unmatched when compared. Through her beautiful eyes and lovely hair. Love is the feeling that brews through her body. She talks so loudly not to be noticed by anybody. Her elegance is defined as wine, tasteful and exquisite. Passion reeks through her skin as thewords 'i love you' slips through her lips. Her desire to be held is what she finds difficult to grip. Her fingertips slip at the thought of losing the one she loves. And yet all she can see around her is love. Above are the heavens which bestow on her blessings of God. Her heart beats faster as her smile lauds the on viewing lads. Clad in the world of passion and fire. Looking into her eyes sparks the desire. You hold her close and sway to the music of love. As dancing with an angel from above.  Like a passing breeze she moves hee feet. She is supposed to be loved and not warm your sheets. Her name on your lips and her presence in your mind. The taste of her fingertips so divine. Creation of her life is a gift to mankind. Having her to hold is indeed a blessing so sublime. As you cling on to the woman who owns your heart you wouldn't know where to begin and where to start. She has seen pain and felt her heart break she thinks about her mistakes with sorrows to cart. She is but smart and intelligent too. She awaits to hear you say I love you.  And longs for her name to be utilized the moment you wake. Anger is put to rest for her name's sake. Fake are the men that tried so hard to win her heart. You try so hard to heal her scars. Yet love her from far as she feels you slipping away, yet she doesn't have a clue about that her love and passion draws her near to you everyday. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks