Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
Biography of Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
I started writing in 2003. My ability to write waited to be triggered by a heart breaking move from Colorado, where I had lived for the first thirteen years of my life, to Missouri. After a few years there, I began a journey, a journey that has taken me many places, down many a winding trail, in so many different sorts of company. How oh how to get it all from mind to matter?
Now writing is becoming a passion, an avenue of expression through the tangled forest of life. A release, a joy, a way of healing not only for me but others (At least that is my wish) . I now live in IL with my husband and new born son. I hope you enjoy the things I have written. May your pens (or pencils) stay sharp!
Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk Poems
Why should I believe you? All the things you told me before were lies. Every word was a poisonous seed coated in honey, Popped playfully,
Earth And Storm
Thunder Beings … Thunder Beings, Dance with me tonight upon this winter wind, dance with me tonight. Caress me with your dropping fingertips, caress me tonight. Thunder Beings sing with me, let our voice roll across
A Velvet Divorce
There upon the table lies the rose you left me, Along with your written “good-bye”, carelessly scribbled upon The note card of white paper. Long ago, this scene would have been as tragic as Shakespeare, but Today it’s just a simple “good-bye”.
An Untitled Experiment
Some days I feel, I feel somethin’s missin’. Der’s a hole in ma life, somethin’ left undone. Brotha, Brotha, where be choo? Brotha, Brotha, where hav’ ya gone? I rememba choo, yea I rememba.
Unspoken Heart Song
Subtle notes fly upon the breeze, notes coming from a guitar of the night. The guitar plays sweetly for its master, for its gentle master. The master is a young man, trying to find himself. A young man with eyes full of care, behind these fair eyes a heart full of love.
Rebirth Of A Nation!
Oh Flag of America, I see your colors bleeding like running tears. Why are you so sad? “My children have lost their Innocence, their Courage has fled, and Justice has died in their bosoms.” Oh Flag of America, oh Flag of America you are fading away! What can be done to restore your brilliance?
The Dragon And The Phoenix (Version Two)...
The Dragon and the Phoenix (version two) : The Tiger lies in a mist, shrouded in mystery. Who is she, what is her purpose? The Dragon lies upon a cloud, covered by time.
The Dragon And The Phoenix (Version One)
The Dragon and The Phoenix (version one) : The sleeping Tiger lies in a mist, covered in mystery. Who is he, what is his purpose? The sleeping Flame lies in a cloud, shrouded by time.
In The Wrong Era
In the Wrong Era April 11,2008 As we stand at the edge of the sea with the winds off the ocean blowing through our hair, we know inside that we were supposed to be in a nobler time. A time now considered obsolete, primitive, hard. Yet, we long for the time of heroes and heroines, the time of great deeds done for all the people, by those of honor who were great in heart and mind. Yet we were born in a time when deeds are not for all, but only the
Hope Of Those A Drift
A drifter on a sea of others expectations am I. I know not from whence I came, nor where I go. But I know where I would like to go, and whom I wish to be with. When will these rough waters subside?
The Writer And The Soldier
The Writer and The Soldier By Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
The Wolf And The Moon
The Wolf and The Moon By Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk The day is past and the Moon now rises from beneath the mountain to greet the stars. The Moon smiles on the sleeping towns, their drone wound down. However, in the
The Grand Design
The Grand Design By Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk Winds and Wilderness all a mesh create the background of God’s majestic tapestry.
On My Side (And Yours Too!)
On My Side (and your’s too) By Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk God’s on my side, yes He is.
The Wolf And The Moon
The Wolf and The Moon
By Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
The day is past and the Moon now rises from beneath the mountain to greet the stars.
The Moon smiles on the sleeping towns, their drone wound down. However, in the
forest, Life is still flowing full speed. The Owl fly’s his “day” begun, “Who, Halloo
Moon! ” “Hello to you Owl.” The Moon spins on his way. He makes many more
greetings to the animals of the forest. He starts to grow weary, and makes ready to bed
down for the day w