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

His pride, his downfall

He stared up at the stars and looked back at the scars.  As her memories flashed by. He smiled as she brought joyful tears to his eyes to cry. She was his beautiful sin, he was her marvelous lie from within.  His face would be her smile as she opened her eyes. His lips to her forehead with a morning embrace.  She'd always have his smell on her skin. As the taste of her lips lingers. The strands of her hair on his fingers. He'd wait to see her beautiful brown eyes they could douse his anger so wild. She'd wait for his warm embrace, putting her tantrums in a distant place. She'd fear him finding someone new with grace. He'd fear her saying goodbye without a trace. The passion and love would flow like rapids in a river. Every touch of his brought about goosebumps and shiver. For fear never gripped love so young, yet habitually a song he sung as she laid her head to rest. Without his singing her sleep would not find her at best. She gave him hope and love, he gave her all he had. So how could so grand turn out so bad? She found another with a song to sing, someone new to actually wear their ring. She kept him close and never said goodbye.  He looks in the mirror shattered to watch his soul die. No more tears does he cry no more, fears does he hide. Many have come to help pick up the pieces.  How can you stop water from seeping through the cracks of so many. How can you love someone who dwells in the past for all the years of his life. He cannot see anyone else become his Ms.Right. So a wandering soul is what remains, he feels no remorse, or pain. Love was their gift which they both returned. He kept his ego, and she a lesson to learn. He'd never forget her love that let him to melt for a while. She'd never forget all about her being his pride to call. He remained blind to see his pride being his downfall. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Love bites

The gift of love is given to all to receive. It could make you strong or bring you to your knees. Should you choose to venture and attain it with grace, careful it may leave without a trace. He woke up everymorning to see an empty space. She no longer was by his side too admire her beauty and grace. No more coffee in bed as he'd always give her a cup. No more of him telling her lift your cute butt. She walked right out as he suffocated her breathless with love. Being obsessive isn't the possessiveness she did want. She needed her freedom and only her memories remain to haunt. He watches the rain fall down to the earth he smells the water upon the mud and dirt. He was a flirt who turned loyal and committed and true. She always wanted more than a few. Her heart belonged to him all a long, but her mind made him feel it was wrong. Tis not her body he wants, tis her beauty and presence for which his soul taunts. He doesn't have her around to feed her every meal. He doesn't have her smile for his stressful day to heal. He doesn't have her hand in his for him to kneel. He placed a ring on the wrong finger, he feels ashamed and that she's gone the embarrassement lingers. He looks for her in everyone he finds. Tis truly love that makes a man blind. Unkind and cruel is the world we share. As he watched her walk away and not care. Today regret fills both their souls, she wishes he could be there to hold. And he wishes she was here as he hugs his painful self egoistic side. Ironic is love as you watch two souls die. You cry no more tears, as you still count the years if you were together. Love let's you feel the cold stormy weather. Sometimes the stories of our life can't grow old. Sometimes we treasure the ones we love as gold. Tis a mistake to let me hold on to my ego so old. As the pride I once loved was a girl who I let walk out in the cold.  Never to turn back she went ahead I stare at my ego feel my soul dead.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks