His precious gift

The distance between hearts, is always a start to make you feel wanted. Yet, leaves you in dismay. Taunted by by life in every way, your hair turns grey with wisdom for the wise. Her soul entwined with love that never dies. I look into a woman's eyes and read through her soul. Some of them have stories which can never be foretold. She holds him close to her heart, she molds her body with his soul, she gives him the divinity of her love which is more precious than gold. Bold is the move he make to keep her forever, she cannot say never. Jousting through life as a Knight to the throne, yet he loves her till the last drop of blood and final bone. Probably he'd lose her or probably he'd have a love to find. Probably she won't be his final story that dwells and haunts his mind. Alas! Love is gift that cannot easily be found. As she remains so good to like her no one can be found. His feet off the ground as he holds her close. He follows her around like the Holy Ghost.  The most prominent gift God gave a man. Is a heart to love without any explanation or plan. Like a leader to the clan he guides her well. This is a love story no one can tell. What good is a heart that is made of stone. What good is a soul that always grows cold. Tis this not worth the love? On contrary it may not be. But I shall remain hollow and empty with thee.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her memories

The mistakes you make teach you lessons you can't imagine. The hard truth of life is that you remain in an illusion. As the profusion of obstacles give you a chance to remember the pain. The survival of things leaves you stronger, but the scars stay longer. I've made a few mistakes that's for sure. I cannot find a remedy or cure. I look back at the past and wonder why, I'm still the social outcast kinda guy, I die every moment as I dwell in sorrow. I live long enough to see my soul go hollow.  I'm sent to the gallows of shame. Ending my life was never an option that remained. I still stick around, wondering what goes right. As I sit up crying the whole night. All the alcohol, wouldn't make me forget how much I miss the woman who owns my heart. All the memories she created, cannot be erased. I shall take it to my grave, with the same time as years go by. As I live through this lie that I have moved on from her love.  She will remain a memory in my soul, I shall carry her along till I grow old.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

She walks away

Grace and elegance accompanies her presence. The essence of her beauty. Leaves you delirious and dutifully spellbound.  Her eyes as brown as polished wood. The smell of her hair leaves you in a trance for good. You dance with her as you sway to the music. The feeling of her skin touching your's is a feeling unexpected.  Your heart beats faster than usually detected. Selected are the words that flow from your mouth. Your love for her grows without a shadow of a doubt. Her walk with you back home goes hand in hand.  Under the moonlight you gaze into her eyes, you still keep admiring her beauty as you kiss her forehead goodnight. She is but your shining star on a pale lonely night. You don't let her head hit the pillow without your hand behind it. You think is this love, an infatuation or you're just blinded.  You watch her fall asleep so fast. She looks like an angel with comfort at last. The mask she wears no longer sticks when you're around.  Her fears are driven away and so is her past. She makes memories with you so they can last. She looks quietly in the mirror as you sit behind her combing her hair. She smiles quietly knowing you'll always be there. Her nightmares haunt her as you hug her tight she wakes up startled, sees you and knows it's alright.  You fight with her coz it's always fun. But when she gets mad all you can do is hide and run. Her smile is your favorite song that rings in your head. You'll remember it till the time your dead, then one day she walks away from the heart that was hers. She now longs for someone new,  she doesn't quite think about the good memories like you.  Sometimes she closes her eyes wishing she could see. The mistakes was hers.  Yet the guilt and scars dwell in me. He let her go thinking she'd come back. He didn't check and see that her bags were packed. His pride wouldn't let him look beyond the mistake she made.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My treasure

The solitude I live in leaves me reminiscent of the past. Forgetting her memories are a bit of a task. The mask I wear no longer deceives, the pain and leaves my heart to bleed. I needed her beauty all my life to admire. Her hands in mine was my heart's desire. Like fire to my soul her eyes my mirror. Having her to hold was like to my empty space a filler. Love is an odd feeling I know now for me doesn't exist. I feel the anger at myself and clench my fist. Her kiss was my calm before the storm. For her love I now so solemnly long. Like a gong, her face and memories ring in my head.  Her name on my lips every night when I go to bed. I am but lead on this path, with an end that is dead. As I listen to the voices in my head. The smell of her skin used to intoxicate my soul. This is how my story did unfold. She was my treasure more precious than gold.  I shall cherish her till I grow old.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Why is everything so heavy

The sands of time hold no bounds. I am but lost seeking my soul to be found. The ground starts shrinking, like quick sand I kept sinking deeper into her love like a moviestar's fan. She seemed like a manifestation from above. Like a glove her hand fitted in mine. The smell of her hair so divine,  like lime to a stone I was seldom needed. Making certain she didn't leave I begged and pleaded. Yet like dough I was thrown around and kneaded. The angels wept as two souls departed, with nothing but the memories we carted. We darted through our insanity and waltzed through our calamities.  The familiarity of the situation impeded. Her chest held my heart and it was then needed.
I bleeded the moments I witnessed the agony and pain. Tis my egoism that was to blame as through the river I remained casted. I am but know as the inglorious basturd. I fasted and prayed for things to go right. I laid down my head and did all I could to avoid the fight. So as we set foot on this path and perilous journey. Tis her smile I am continously yearning. To cope with the hurt and heal my scars I'm but learning. I cannot feel nor do I know the pain anymore. Ever since you walked out the door.  Making things so scary, and fearful is what I levy. I still wonder why is everything so heavy

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Her beauty

The warm summer breeze hits my face under the dark star lit sky. Her memories haunt me as years go by. I cannot cry as my tears have rendered dry. My biggest fear was saying goodbye.  I picture her standing infront of my eyes, holding my head close to her bosom. She lifts my head up as she always did as I admire her beauty beyond compare. The brown in her eyes sparkle under the moonlight, her hair  waving with the wind in the night. Her tender hands upon my face, her lips spread wide as the smile I trace so unique and simple. I glance upon the depth of her dimples. Holding her hand I stand up to thank her for being my Ms. Right, my gratitude is shown by just a hug. As she tugs me close to tell me she cares, little did I know this was the last intimate moment we'd share. Now I sit back, with my heart which is perished. I keep close our memories to treasure and cherish. You run by my thoughts everyday, as I stick on to yours in every possible way. Her name on my lips, her soul entwined with mine. The smell of her skin so divine. Like wine i savour the kiss, tis her love I eternally miss. Her hand in mine makes my blood course faster through my veins. As the whisper of 'i love you' leaves only but her heart to gain. With pain now I contemplated my mistakes. I watched you slip away like autumn leaves being raked. I still hold your soul like fish to a sea. I know your saving the last dance for me.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The mistake

The heart is a precious jewel, breaking hers isn't so cool. As you'd stand alone and look like a fool. As you kneel down to pray and ask for forgiveness, with tears streaming down your face. Imagine the tears she cried coz you were never there in that race. A career and money is all you chased. You have what you wanted but she's long gone without a trace. The hand you once held, hee face in yours and her eyes to gaze upon and fall in love. She was like an angel from above.  She swarmed over your soul like a dove. She gave you all she could, but as a withered tree still as you stood. Letting her walk away. Till this day you still regret wishing that you changed, the pain leaves you deranged. All ypu have as comfort is your whiskey and this rhyme. Try all you want you can't turn back the hands of time.  It's a crime as you let things fall apart, you try to make a new start. But you seek her beauty her grace and lips to taste in all the others you find. Now your like a man who's blind and can't find his way back home.  While like a ghost you roam the earth. Without any emotions coz you fear getting hurt.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks