MetaHawk Creations

I beleive that many creative people go through a stage of writing.  Some write stories and some write verse.  Then there are those that combine them both.

These are pieces I wrote while in traveling from one state to the next.  Most of them are about women I knew or still know today.  The writings occured when during the year of 1996 and in the month of May the written verse was my pallet of choice for creative thinking.

I hope you enjoy them.

Written by RedHawk Bethany Lessard May 16th, 1996

The Fire Lights Low

As The Embers Do Glow

And The Moon Sends Her Love

From Above.

The Frogs Serandade

In The Field Near By

As The Night Birds

Prominade In Flight.

A Peace To Fullfill

As I sit.....Real Still

Knowing That

Time Is Marching On.

And When I Am Stressed

In The Work-A-Day World

My Mind Wanders Back

To The Fire Light So Low

Then My Heart Fills

With Peace

As My Thoughts

Finally Sleep

And Once Again

I am........One

This Path Has A Curve - A Bump And A Grind

It's Not The Right Road - The Right One Can I Find?

Written May 21st, 1996

I've Set A New Goal - That Is Not Easy To See

This I've Been Told - So, I'll Push For All I Can Be.

Another Turn Will I Go - Another Try Do I Get

You Can't Conveince Me - I've Given Up Yet.

This Goal Is Important - So I know That I'll Try

To Find A New Way - To Put It In Sight.

It Will Not Be Easy - And Tough It Might Be

To Find The Right Path - To This Goal I Do See.

So, I'll Turn With The Curve - And Twist With The Faith

And Step Real High - Not To Fall On My Face.

But If I Might Slip - Get Hurt On The Way

I  Know I Can Flip - My Path The Right Way.

My Bruises Will Heal - And Ego Can Seal

My Faith In My Goal - Hear My New Appeal.

To Get A Second Wind - A New Start To Go

My Glimpse Of the Goal - Is Starting To show.

And So This Is It - I Can Finally See

The Goal I have Set - Has Come To Me.

Trust Faith In Your Own - And The One Above

To Set Goals For Yourself - And The Ones You Do Love.

For Getting The Goal - Is Worth All The Strife

You Walk On This Path - All OF Your Life.

Written May 30th, 1996 - Re-written August 4th, 2004

Family Is Who You Choose It To Be

Which One Will Be Picket

Is It You Or Maybe Me.

Because You Are Born On The Path That You Choose

Does Not Mean In Life

You'll Always Bear The News.

But Family Is Who I Want It To Be

Tey Are Always Around Unconditionially

They Let Me Help Them As They Do Help Me.

Our Love Enter-Twines So Carefully

As Spiritual Guests In This Life Time Of Tests

We All Stick Together In This Traveling Nest.

Our Paths May Be Different

Each Gone It;'s Own Way

But We Don't Have To Guess

To Which Home We Might Stay.

With Each Other In Life Our Union Is Strong

We Know Who We Are

Come Join In The Song.

Yes Life Can Be Hard

This Path Is Tough

But With Family together

We Can Show Our Stuff.

So Join InThe Family

Tat Starts From Above

Our Truth And Understanding

Is a Circle Of Love.

Written in April 2001 exactly one year before my big car wreck.

The time has come this women did say
I need and desire a real big change.

I have to have it, can't live without one
The opportunity must arise, this I do proclaim.

The universe does hear me and accommodations do show
but somehow my feet, don't seem to want to go.

I'm fighting the urge, to life up and fly
The lessons will be new, should I know why?

My heart races wildly, my pulse is to fast.
The movement of travel, takes me out of the past.

New destinations, it's time to touch down.
I look all around, to see what I have found.

Of a life that's much sweeter, a new place to be.
Will this place keep me, there is so much to see.

And now that I am here, I am kicking no more
It wasn't so hard, to slide through the open door.

So why did I fuss, dig my heels in the ground?
The lessons I asked for, are still all around.

I kicked and I screamed, I did carry on so.
But the universe ships me, through this light show.

To get to where I need be, even when I ask for it not.
The lessons that I will gather, please, never ever stop.

I Know A Little Sister

Who's Name Is Sheltawe.

She Makes Her Pretty Music

On The Piano Just For Me.

She Has Come Through Trials And Tribulations

The Path She Chose Is Rough.

Her Steps Are Slow And Careful

This Shows Me That She Is Tough.

The Sound She Makes From Her Keyboard

Is Pleasing To The Heart.

And When The Words Are Added

We Know They Are From Her Heart.

Her Gifts Are Many

The Love She Gives Is Pure

And Only Time Will Tell Her

She Is Really Secure.

So Where Is This Sister

The One We Call Sheltawe

Not In Her Turtle Shell No More

She Is All That She Can Be.

My friend Linda Biles made her transition from this earth on April 9th, 2008.  She was not only my friend but the closest living person that I felt I could call her sister.  There was nothing I would not do for her or her for me.  We talked every month and no matter what she was dealing with we would talk until she felt better.  She would do the same for me.  Together we stayed happy for each others accomplishments and felt sad for the others hurts.  No matter how much odd memebers of family or co-workers bothered her she always smiled and kept on working.  She had been that way ever since I had the pleasure of meeting her in Rhode Island many years ago.  Our children where little and together we helped each other get through so much.  She leaves behind her wonderful husband of 25 years, Raymond.  Her super son Tyler who always looked out for his mom.  Two beautiful daughters; Wendy-Bird and Jeniffer.  Her grandchildren had so little time with her but I know she left them full of love and lots of memories.  Linda collected angels.  She loved to ride her motor bike with her helmet that she decorated with Betty Boop stickers.  I remember when she wanted to buy the bike she called me.  I told her go for it.  How happy for her I was when she and her husband where able to pay off her home and property and then go on to something else she liked.  One day she called me just to say thank you.  I asked for what?  She told me that I was the only one that always no matter what always would tell her, "Good for you, there is nothing you do not deserve to have if you want it."  She said again that not everyone saw it that way.  I laughed telling her that I was not just anyone.  She always ended our calls with, Love you girl, and I would then say I love you my friend.  She always remembered that there was nothing I would not have done for her and her family.  If I could have taken her place on that day I would have gladly.  Since I am still here I had to write this for her.

"For The Love Of Linda"

For eight and twenty years now we have been more than just friends.

We walked the path of sisters knowing that on each other always we could depend.

Somehow all to quickly, God has called you home.  To sit beside him smiling on a chair of Rose Quartz stone.

As you look down from heaven my dear, to all that are left behind.  Your love with strength we shall still feel for you are remembered as truly one of a kind.

Linda my sister-friend and family now you have taken flight.  For everytime I see a white bird near, Your love I will keep in sight.

Till we meet throughout the great vortex of this universe, "Love you girl."

In My Traveling Time of An Inner Quest

I Find New Family Who Shows Me The Best.

It's Not So Bad As I Look Within

A Gleam Of Light Glitters To Win.

My Heart Beats Still A Passion Does Burn

The Love For All As Slowly I Turn.

To See The Mirror Reflecting Of Me

A Beautiful Love So Graciously

Who Shares The Knowlege To One And All

Life"s No Gamble As You Walk The Halls.

Of Books And Learning That Pave The Way

ToThe Inner Knwoing Of Me I Say

So Look Within And With No Doubt

See Yourself Inside And Out.

A Treasure You'll Find A Gift To Keep

Your Not So Bad But A Real Treat.

Look up at the mountain

And see what there does lie

Upon hern many faces

She blends in sweet disguise.

For on the path you follow

Is your internal spiral dance

It's walking very slowly

To always take the chance.

To climb this wondrous mountain

To find the road to take.

You see how strong you are

And here you seal your fate.

For as you learn your lessons

And see how far to climb.

The wind does rustle through your hair

And clears your cobwebbed mind.

Now you see where are going

Your path has become very clear.

The top is what your striving for

You stand to face your fears.

Once the top you have embraced.

Your life is now a new.

For nothing else does matter.

You are one of a very few.

Look up at the mountain

To see what there does lie.

It's you my friend

You can depend

on a new ascending mind.

On April 9th, 2008 my Linda died.  She was a good friend a great mother and a human who was really great to be with.  Her son Tyler Biles was thirteen when she passed.  When other young men his age would have gone into themselves and shut down, he stood up and went above and beyond the duty of a son.  He made a DVD of her life.  He loved his mom and this no more apparent than in the following poem he wrote.  Tyler I am so proud of you and I knew your mom still to this day.

 I heard quiet often men don't cry, though no one ever told me why.

So when I fell and skinned my knee, no one came to comfort me.

And when some bully at school would pull a prank so mean and cruel

I'd quickly learn to turn and quip, it doesn't hurt and bit my lip.

So as I grew to teenage years I quickly learned to hide any tears.

Thought "Be A Big Boy" it began, quiet soon I learned to be the man.

And I could play that stoic role, while storm and tempest wracked my soul.

No pain nor set back could there be, that could wrest one single tear from me.

Then one long night I stood nearby and helplessly watched my mother die.

And quickly found to my surprise that all the tearless talk was lies.

And still I cry and have no shame, for I can not play "That Big Boys" game.

And openly without remorse I let my sadness takes it's course.

So those of you who can't abide, a man's you've seen who's often cried,

Reach out to him with all your heart as one's who's life's been torn apart.

For men do cry when they can see, their loss of immortality.

And tears will come in endless streams, when mindless fate destroys their dreams.

Tyler Biles you are one talented and loving young man.