A woman's beauty defined

A woman is so well defined by the emotions she just can't hide. She finds love in all the wrong places, and her soul loses its traces. Her disgraces eats her alive, here is something we don't know  about her, or when we try to look into mind. Her beauty and kindness for all to see, no woman is ever ugly. There was a special girl I once knew. The most beautiful woman she did turn into. Her description is easy yet words are hard to find. You'd understand her beauty even if you were blind. Her skin so gentle, and her eyes so brown that the raw sandalwood could frown. Her hair smelt fresher than a daisy with dew. I was lucky to love her, to let her go I know I'm cruel. Her smile so radiant, the sun basked brighter each day. Her hugs so warm it would push my sorrows away. Her laughter could wake your soul. I'd kiss her forehead to see her eyes close and forever wish to have her to hold. The pout of her lips was the most adorable thing. I wasn't her reckoning tis her that was my sin. She'd hold my hand as tiny as her palm could get. She even loved the smell of my sweat. Her beauty wasn't matched by anyone to this day and age. Her heart beats in my chest now uncaged. Her rage and fury was mellowed by me alone. Blessings upon the soul that faced her wrath. She stole my soul and me her heart. She had no choice but a new journey to start. She'd burst into tears if the tiniest bit hurt. She was strong enough to pick herself up and wipe off the dirt. She didn't need me as her shield. She fought her own battles yet showed me her vulnerabilities, which made me think she needed me. I was young and foolish not to understand. The woman I had was so unique, so grand. I sit back pondering on what and how things might have been. She was indeed my sin, she is part of my soul which I dearly hold. No woman can ever take her place. No woman can ever have such beauty upon her face. See most men forget the strength and uniqueness a woman can and does possess. She goes through the ultimate test. She waits to hear her man applaud her actions, her smile broadens in a second's fraction. She waits to be held in the arms of the one she loves. She longs to be told she is beautiful and wanted. She waits for her scars to heal and watch the memories no longer daunting. She is special and created to love. Submissive she may be, take her for granted and her anger you will see. All women are created beautiful and to be loved. God sits in heaven and admires his handiwork from above. She is his masterpiece that can steal your soul and stick to you with love  like vines on a grape that it holds. Her beauty is to be admired and not molested or raped. She is woman so well defined men need to stop crossing the line of yellow tape. If a woman is created to be beautiful, caring, and kind. A man is to cherish her beauty at all times. Let's stop the rape, teasing and molestation too, we sometimes act like patients from an asylum of the mentally ill. I know it's a bitter pill, lets be gentlemen still.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks (Masculinist)

The Last Dance

He walks the earth as a lonely soul, he found several girls he couldn't love nor hold. One day he walks by to a banquet he didn't have any intention to go. Her radiant glow and the sparkle in her eyes, made the chandeliers light quite subtle and mild. He walked by and on a bended knee asked 'may I have this dance milady'. She acknowledged and obliged, as they waltz through the halls all night. Not a care in the world about the others around. Her head on his shoulder and she didn't make a sound. Her beautiful brown eyes glistening under the light, her face fell gently on his stubble and this felt right. They finally stopped dancing to sip on a drink. That's when he began to think. His intentions were clear and in her eyes resided joyful tears. A mere moment for one to cherish as this treasure hunt, for love gave way to this chase. Once out of place and now infront of him stood this beautiful face. With eyes as brown as the fur of a bear, locks so long and smooth to silk even one can't compare. She stared into his soul with just a glance as he held her hand for one last dance. She glanced up at the clock to notice the time with surprise as if she commited a crime. He walked her to a distance and she went on her way. Wondering if she'd ever see him again, she loved his company and missed his presence being near. Not seeing him again was her biggest fear. She thought about him night and day, and he laid down in bed with her face running in his mind in every possible way. He wondered if he has committed a sin dancing with a fallen angel isn't a grace of God kinda thing. For her beauty is incomparable to a mortal woman of earth, for one to ponder and think. She tried her best to hide her wedding ring. She couldn't tell him that she was the mother of two, he didn't have the slightest clue. He kept himself engrossed and tried his best to find her. People told him otherwise, yet he remained like a horse with blinders. Till one day their paths crossed again with a child in her arms and she held the hand of another. He saw that and knew he fell in love with the beauty of a wife and mother. Adultery is sin he is very familiar with, he didn't let the knife slit his wrists for another heart break. He smiles thinking he danced with an angel so divine. He didn't want to break her marriage and family to be ripped apart. He just picked up the pieces of his broken heart. He respected his moment and had one last glance. With the most beautiful woman he had his wonderful dance. He gazed upon her husband as he stared at every woman who walked by. He wondered how blinded the soul is to let her prance by. Sometimes we don't respect the love we have, we look for solice in everything that makes us pleased and glad. Pleasure is momentary gain. One man's treasure is another man's pain.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

No more tears left to cry

He sits by the window and watches the trees rustle in the wind. He plays his favourite song and begins to sing. He's dressed up for his wedding like he did a few years ago. She left him alone at the alter and he nothing but his pride to show. He keeps her ring in his pocket, taking it once in a while. He looks at the glittering diamond and begins to lose his smile. He sips on his glass of whiskey, and thinks about the reason why. She sits with her child and wonders if the mistake she made would cost her so dearly her life. She didn't have the heart to tell him that the child she carried wasn't his. He watches the birds fly back to their nest on an evening filled with bliss. He wished he could kiss her forehead and watch the sparkle in her eyes. He wished he could hold her and tell her he loved her even after all those lies. He may not be able to love another anymore. He wishes she'd come walking through the door. The glow of her skin was his radiant light. Especially when he'd hold her through the night. He'd always apologize after every fight just to watch her smile. No body could break his pride until he went to hell for a while. Beguiling his emotions and now heartless he remains, causing nothing but heartbreaking emotional pain. He gains from hurting others and take pleasure in doing the same. He'll never say I love you to another woman again. His one true love alas couldn't be happier, that she has a family of her own. No matter how many times he tries to call she just wouldn't pick up that phone. She'd burst into tears while he sits back growing older with the passing years. His fears grow stronger and kills all his emotions dry, he has no more tears left to cry.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

A promise well kept

Sitting by the open fire watching as the logs burn. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes as the memories in his mind pass by. The logs burning crackle in the flame. He has only but himself to blame. His love for grew stronger as the fire blazed higher. She was his drug that had his heart and captivated her soul. He didn't want to leave but she had an ace up her sleeve which made him always stay two steps of her everyday. He'd wake up each morning to watch her sleep, he'd kiss her forehead and her smile was priceless as could be. She loved every inch of him and nothing mattered more. They both wished they would grow old together. They lasted for years but couldn't complete a decade. His sweat, his touch, his kiss, was all that, but she did miss. Her name was on his lips every moment he wished for her near. Tears stream down his face as he thinks about how his fingers always found her beautiful face. Her brown eyes melted his heart, her hugs were his morning jumpstart. Her kisses were like his ecstasy and always made him close his eyes. Now his soul has died and he can't relate as to how he fell so madly in love. Was it from the moment he held her hand or when her angelic face captured his soul. He has no one to love and doesn't have her to hold. She moved forward while he sat back and pondered what went wrong. She found another behind his back, she didn't have the strength to deal with that. Walking away was her only choice stay back to fight was what he did ever since he was a boy. She didn't know how she hurt and he didn't know how he felt the pain. He never ever remained the same. The logs burn out and the fire doused soon. He walked towards the cliff and looked up at the  glaring moon. He sits down and wonders what comes next. He leaps forward to his death. He crashed to the ground from a height unaccounted. He smiled as his soul left his body so mounted. He left the earth and his heart beated the last for the woman he loved dearly. He kept his promise till my last breath, and embraced his inevitable death.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The Unspoken

When the sun rises, she wakes up and chases her dreams. When the sun sets she lives with no regrets, till she thinks about the past. Her heart beats faster at the sound of his name even if someone does ask. She touches her hand to remind herself if it's real. Doesn't seem like the same or as much as it should seem. She clutches her pillow and a flurry of tears flow like a stream. As years have past by she misses his soul. Love is a great feeling up until it lasts, you think so much and it's a hurting past. She curls up her body just like a ball and wears fake smiling mask. She pictures him by her bedside standing tall. She wonders if he is happy and prosperous at all. She still wishes the best for him with her heart and soul not knowing why does she feel. He looks out his window as he gulps down the last drop of whiskey from the bottle to douse his sorrow. He misses her which leaves him hollow. He doesn't cry and keeps to himself. We walks away from people and thinks this way is the best for the situation to be dealt. She melted each time he said he cared. Her heart skipped a beat when he'd give her a scare. Her skin on his fingertips was like a drug coursing through his veins. Her bites on him never gave him any pain. His arms around her was comforting and true. They loved each other and did not have a clue. From friends to close pals but lovers they did not become. She searched for her heart to be stolen by someone. Tis but a shame, he stole it first, his silence was nothing but his awful curse. She found someone new and that broke his heart knowing that they now will always be apart. He avoided her and kept his door closed. No matter how many times she knocked he'd wait for her to go. He didn't want her to be unhappy because of his interference of so. How much they loved eachother heaven did know. To grow old together was his dream, to wear his ring was a reality on which she was keen. Her silence made this a nightmare for all to be see. She finally decided to tell him how she felt and how much she cared. She strolled over to his house and knocked on his door terrified and scared, not knowing what she will find. His door flew open and into his arms she found comfort once again for a significant time. It was the same they held eachother and did not say a word. She placed her head on chest as he knew he won over his special girl. They never woke up the next morning and they were found dead after a week. Love is something most of us seek. It's not a poem that is for the meek, if you love someone don't bite your tongue. Tell her you love her and enjoy every moment you can son. Death comes to visit as our souls we can never own, tell her you love her and how your feelings for her have grown.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Ashes to Ashes love to dust

She sits by the window and watches the blue sky. Tears stream down her face yet she has no clue how beautiful she looks with that smile and grace. With him not around to catch every tear, chase away her biggest fear, hold her near when she is but weak. His love she still does seek, she felt pain and anger when he left, she knew nothing would put their love to the best. She is at best without him near, but things like this can never be clear. She watches a pair of birds perched on the windowsill, she knows her heart beats for him still. She remembers his touch, and craves for his love his determination and will. She could do with another fight and argument to see him again. Her brown hair always has been to him an aroma so dear. Her brown eyes lit up a room when she was near. Her lips would speak volumes and he'd lend his ear and listen. He hated all her emotional hugging and kissing. Her memories now fade as reality takes place. She finds herself in a familiar trace by the window and gazing at the sky and the birds. Her heart broke years ago with the news she heard. He wasn't a nerd but he loved reading books, she finished each and every one on that shelf as you look. His absence made her disbelieve in love, commitment and promises which says forever. She now knows those were but a myth. She waited by the phone, and it not ringing was not a gift. Her hopes of him walking through the door blinded her rationality some more. As she overlooked the news paper clip of his tragic death. He wasn't coming back as with an accident he met. She couldn't believe that he was gone, she sat by window and listened everyday to his favourite songs. Like a gong it rings in her soul, as tears down her cheeks do roll. She thinks of his life and how she has to live without him now. As her cries echo and her howl reaches the heavens during the day. "Why Lord did you take him away". Life is cruel in every way, cherish what you have and love what you must. One day we shall all return to the dust. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

I'll never love again

A heart is the most precious treasure one must cherish. If it does break a person's soul does perish. All you are left with is memories you caress, as you failed this test. Walking away didn't solve the problem or heal the pain. Staying silent didn't help in anyway but made you go insane. Then you sit and wonder I wish I could've said goodbye, hold your hand and kiss you one last time. Instead I walked away turned my head never to look down your path again. I never thought about your feelings, I was young and stupid as could be. And you were a girl growing up to love me. I broke her heart in two and cried silently for you. We both look back at the memories and you try to save a part of me. I can't feel someone else's touch, I can't tolerate someone else's lips. I can't find those goosebumps through another person's finger tips. Your name falls constantly off my lips, I lose my mind trying so hard to make my life stick. I can't give my heart away to another stranger, as the danger is I've lost my soul. Now all I find is fool's gold. I can't hold on too long to someone else's body as I try to embrace. My heart takes me back to you like the end of a maze. The phase I thought it was for all those years, was actually love in disguise. Life plays these tricks with me all the time. I still go through your pictures and see how better off you are without me. But the look in your eyes says you still miss and wish I was him. I stay away cause adultery is a sin. I never let another day begin without you running in my thoughts of you and your kin. I remain in darkness and don't let the sunlight in. Cause I can't love again, it's hard for me to find someone else who is exactly like you. I left behind a flurry of broken hearts and bad karma to follow my name me without a clue. Indeed my soul is lost I can never love again, cause everywhere I search I look for a little bit of you in that someone new.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks