Its my Blog and I'll Rhyme if I want to. (You would Rhyme to if this Blog was by you!)

I have decided today, to share some poetry I wrote a very long time ago. It's one I personally feel is very good, though rather dark for me, and it is not often that I appreciate my own work, so I think that if I wrote it, and I like it, then it must be worth sharing. On friday I will return to serious matters with a *Cue epic voice* WRITING TIP. This writing tip shall be the narrative equivalent of schizophrenia: crazy, but interesting.

‘Altruistic; flies flee, flies from beach fill’d
Of Green growth spurt from wounded earth new till’d
Debris removed, children sooth’d through tale
Of Windy mist, foam surf, heroes set sail.
Gutters emptied, plants treated and healed      
Animals fed from gentle hands, kneeled
Upon dirt where seeds planted will rise up
Into morning and into skies. Cupped
Hands bring the moisture to leaf and to root
Reach into chimneys removing black soot.
Done cleaning dishes removing the grime
Young man philanthropist waits for death’s time.
During his funeral, etched on his tomb,
Words he had kno’wn since leaving the womb
“Leth’l lady luck, fickle and furious
Has not time for only those curious
beings who, tempting, play dice with their fate
those unselfish-too be preced’d by ‘late’.”
So in death, flies he in life chas’d away
Rest on his body in ground where he lay.’