Woman's Day

A woman is always caring, gentle, loving and shy. There is more to her beauty that meets the eye. She displays her pain from the tears she cries. She breaks down within and the pain she hides. Her hand is always there to hold, her wit and charm, makes you feel bold. She walks by with elegance and grace. You'd always admire that beautiful smile on her face. If she owns your heart, you're a privileged soul. She looks not for money, wealth, or gold. She seekth love, dedication and care. She waits for you to show you'll always be there.  She bears your child and wears your ring, she gives up her family counting the years from which with you her life begins. She sings in the morning while doing her chores. She misses you when you walk out the door on your daily routine.  Her heart is heavy and worried wondering if she is running in your thoughts. You may have fought for a tiny reason.  She'd forgive you no matter how cold the season.  A woman is a blessing and bestowed on this earth, her charm and beauty can never get you hurt. One can admire her beauty and find it their duty to love her till you grow old and grey. To every woman out there Happy women's day.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The broken hearted love story

The emotions of the heart is so easy misunderstood. Even if a relationship for long it stood strong. Gone are the attachments we once had. Sour are the memories that so often linger. Ypu can't place your finger on what went wrong. You wish you could change your past and the other person you once were. Fear grips you as you watch her walk away. You wish for a start and a new day. The tears she cried you managed to catch. Her name on your lips always remained latched.  The fact of life is you let her slip away. She runs through your mind every single day.  She cannot think about you anymore, as you walked too far away and she's no longer close. She owned your heart and wanted you the most. You wander like the ghost which isn't very holy. She is your favorite song for your ears only. This is a love story lost throughout the years. Sometimes it brings your eyes to tears. Sometimes it leaves ypu heartless and cold. She will run through my mind till the day I grow old. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Laid down the broken heart

Happiness is gift which we all seek. Living through the trails and tribulations makes us unique. We walk together hand in had she stood stronger than ever by the side of her man. She was his pride he never could hide, as he showed her off to the world. They both never thought love will blossom between this boy and girl. Growing up together with two worlds apart, they love was from the bottom of their hearts.  The carted the sorrowful things during every fight. They both tried so hard to make things right. The nights soon got colder as the days seemed so long. Them not being together anymore felt so wrong. He lived in his world looking down the bottom of a glass. She stayed in solitude as the reflection in the mirror showed her the mask. The task was burdened of bringing them close, the fear of losing what they loved the most.  Like the Holy Ghost, they felt like wandering souls. Nothing could make them happy not silver nor gold. They never got a chance to start, coz she was always the part in a life of a man who always loved her like poison to a dart. While he laid down with a broken heart.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Why must all good things come to an end

The whispering willows on a windy summer night. As she clung on to him under the place moonlight. They fight to be strong together, even under the most terrible weather.  The dearest of moments she realizes her joy, while he contemplates how to emancipate his pain. The silence between them drives them insane. You cannot mix thunder and lighting even though they go hand in hand. She was his drug and he her remedy unplanned.  Manned like a ship's falling post. The two lonely souls are strangers at most. From coast to coast they travel never again to cross paths. Even though she belonged in his heart. He carts her memories and she craves a new start. Yet the scars remain and prick like a poisonous dart. You try so hard and find yourself as the enemy. The sorrowful demons lurk within thee, free are your thoughts yet dwelling is the pain. Killed are your emotions leaving your efforts in vain. She is on your mind with each passing thought. Sinking deeper in this whirlpool of love that you are caught.  Not all good things last with time left to spend. Why must all good things come to an end.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Where my demons hide

Most of us live our lives in our deadly sins. Watching our demons crawl from within trying to find their way out. We are but spiritual being in doubt. The human experience we have, teaches us right from wrong. Melodies of my past plays in my head like a favorite song. I hear the gong and don't witness the bright light. I sorrowfully stand in the rain after every fight. Angels and demons exist here on earth, some play a part in our lives making certain we dont get hurt. Then there are the others that lurk in the night, the scary voices give me a fright. you search for the light and never find it near. Drowing in your sorrows and wishful fears. tears roll down seeing how much pain you've caused. Slowly but surely your eternal path is set. The time shall come when it is your maker that you need met. You bet not with your life, money, or gold. You bet with your soul and fight to keep it each day. You grow weary and weak with every moment that passes away. One day you shall cease to exist. No more pain no more slit wrists. One day you shall see all the good you've done. One day these demons will no longer have their fun.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The heavens have her

The cold nights give me less comfort. A starry night yet a gloomy fright. The things which scare me the most are never real. Feuds with my demons leaves me less to feel. I kneel before my altar and glance at my pain. I'm lead not by the still waters and forsaken for I can no longer hear the call of my name. I am to blame for all that goes wrong with nothing that is right to find. I seldom find peace that to my soul it binds. Blinded by the memories and cursed by my past. I walk this earth day by day with only but a mask. The task is heavy which I cannot fulfill.  He took away my joy and love left me barren still. The woman who shed her blood and soul to raise an infant to the man I now stand today. Yet in a hurry he just took her away. The first time she saw me I don't really know what when through her mind.  I never got the opportunity to ask my mother so divine. Cherished are my virtues and values you once taught. Once again it is but a glimpse of your face I sought. I cannot buy back the time I lost, I paid a heavy cost. You no longer breathe the air I do now. Sometimes I wonder how? How did I not foresee? How did I let my mother be taken from me. Your absence is felt, and your presence required. These struggles I face without you leave me so tired. I have not cried a tear but call out to the heavens to bring forth your name. Hoping one-day I will see you again. I am but lost and yet not tender or mild. I think about you and wonder how I became nobody's child.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My drug

Mellow and subtle are the words that flow from her mind. Care and compassion with togetherness helps you bind. As I lay my head to rest, I stand by her side at her best. Holding her hand at her worst is a test. She claims your heart with beauty astounding. The touch of her hand makes your heart going pounding.  The surrounding of her voice embezzling your pain The taste of her lips on your tongue remains. Years go by as she stays on your mind, she is the only one who can make still the hands of time. The moments we cherish we never speak of the same we treasure them all the same. The smile on her face as I pass through her mind. Can't be replaced by any means of treasure you find. Yes I am not perfect I make mistakes and make you cry. I do have the feeling of dying inside. You by my side is an honor to walk this road. Blessed am I to have your heart to own.  Yet, I am unworthy of the things that makes me feel pain. I douse myself in alcohol least I go deranged.  She isn't my remedy or cure, she my drug that leaves me galore.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks