A lot of my favorite writers and poetry is about the truth, life difficulties. And with that I can help others cope through their everyday life. I try to give advice and meaning trough these poems. Through tragedy some good can come out of it; it made you who you are and a lot stronger and hopefully a better person, but also wiser. I am hoping others will see things more clearly and find hope as I have. I have a little of everything in my group. From the heart to pain and tragedy and triumph to family and romance and hope and everyday situations. I have had a lot of joy in my life with no regret.

1. By Stefn Sylvester

4. BEFORE THE ROSE
Tears couldn’t help but flow He’s haggard, raged and thin to the bone
Thoughts sneaking in and out No flesh to cushion the check bone
Wrinkled like granny but only ’40...
The deep sigh & shrug of cold
Sighs; “I’m better off rotten for am Goddamn
Like a rat trapped in snow nothing...”
It’s never been rosy His belt – Like a suicidal rope
Since the day he first saw light Winding tightly around his tiny waist.
On self same day, he lost mummy His shoe has never tasted shoe polish
And his short knows no pressing iron.
Sighs; “But am yet to see light...”
He smiled as a tear dropped
Slipping down his amiable nose...
It was a 20 years old picture
Of himself before the rose.

5. SEEKING SELF
Gazing at the raging thunder
The more I gazed, less I saw.
Blasting through dark angry My sub consciousness lay null and void.
clouds
I fought with weakness to rightly think.
Chasing a lightning and the
other But no. I gazed on – Damn it, No Blink.
Like a wounded lion roaring
aloud The wind washed my eyes.
As tears rained from the sky,
I watched with bare aptness While I sought for Self - Who I am,
Like the rain hidden in ragging storms
The clouds busy racing
eastwards arise.
Stricken in awe how
darkness Seeking enlightenment
Must precede the cold Seeking putrefied illumination
comforting rain...Oops Seeking the Me in Myself
Shying away from the noise of They.

6. A NOTE OF WARNING
Lets cease yearning for fair-play and peace,
Oh sons of Adam.
For war, death, evil and harm
Shall never ease nor cease.
Children shall die young
The old shall be lonely & in war, tortured.
The new bride shall be widowed and beaten to pulp.
And grim shall be the beginning of the future.
The sun shall blare hotter and hotter,
The snow shall freeze the homeless poor
And raging floods shall greet every shower,
For the present wound shall go sour.
The mighty will hit bottom,
The frail shall sing for a volcano
The cruel shall drink an infant’s blood,
When the pregnant dies, joy will glow, drums will roll.