Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk

Rookie - 1 Points (2-4-93 / Louisville, Colorado)

Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk Poems

1. The Writer And The Soldier 10/23/2010
2. Hope Of Those A Drift 10/23/2010
3. In The Wrong Era 10/24/2010
4. On My Side (And Yours Too!) 10/21/2010
5. The Grand Design 10/21/2010
6. Unspoken Heart Song 10/24/2010
7. An Untitled Experiment 10/25/2010
8. A Velvet Divorce 10/26/2010
9. Earth And Storm 10/29/2010
10. Lies 11/1/2010
11. Inner Child {part One} 11/4/2010
12. Four Years, Five Elements 11/5/2010
13. Inner Child {part Three} 11/5/2010
14. Inner Child {part Two} 11/5/2010
15. Book Of Life 11/20/2010
16. The Dance 5/7/2012
17. I Will Not Give In 5/7/2012
18. Crying In The Night 5/7/2012
19. What News? 1/9/2013
20. Toss And Turn 1/11/2013
21. Nemesis 11/7/2010
22. Rebirth Of A Nation! 10/24/2010
23. The Dragon And The Phoenix (Version Two) : 10/24/2010
24. Goals 11/5/2010
25. Wind Horse 11/20/2010
26. Pearls Or Roses? 10/16/2010
27. The Wolf And The Moon 10/23/2010
28. The Dragon And The Phoenix (Version One) 10/24/2010
Best Poem of Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk

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.
Who is she, what is her purpose?
As the could falls in the night, and mingles in the mist... the Flame touches the Tiger and both awaken. The Flame brightens and swirls around the Tiger, the Tiger roars as the flames engulf him and he transforms into the wise Dragon. The Flame crackles as the Dragon's roar sounds through the night. The crackle becomes a cry of joy as the Dragon breathes a breath...

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Pearls Or Roses?

To walk amongst pearls and roses, the pearls and roses of the mind.
Pearls, which will forever hold their luster,
Roses which will wither and molder into dust.
To walk bedecked in pearls and roses, is to walk in retrospect of
Life in passing.
Will one pluck another rose as they pass the bush, knowing it will fade?

Or will they toil to pry the shell of the stranded
Oyster, to reap a lasting memory?

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