Expecting Nothing

I expect nothing from you and you expect nothing from me.

You may tweet till you’re blue in the face, as blue as the sea.

If I follow you will you follow me, get lost, drop dead attention seeker, the world shall be inherited by the meeker.

Fake news, fake friends, would you lend or give me money?

Of course not you don’t mean a thing fake person, does a bee make honey?

So I follow no one, why should I?

Do the good guys have to die?

I must say not absolutely all are fake.

That would be a big mistake.

Tich Ennis

18th November, 2017

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Angel Voice

Come to Heaven angel voices whispered to me.

I can’t go yet, the world is not yet free.

It’s a damp day, not warm, not raining, I hope not the calm before the storm.

I have things to do, I suppose I should do them now.

Get ready for better days, anyhow.

I had luck today, things are better than they seem.

I hear angel voices in a dream.

Why must some people suffer so?

God knows I am not God I do not know.

Tich Ennis

21st November, 2017

Important Fact

There are two forms of criticism, constructive and destructive, sometimes constructive is mistaken for the other.

If you want praise ask your mother.

So said AA Gill.

He rests in peace, his brain is still.

What use is overpraise unless you want to spoil a child?

I am not quite Oscar Wilde.

Those who can do and those who can’t teach, in a figure of speech.

Be your severest critic, its cruel to be kind.

I can’t make up your mind.

Have you got a match?

Yeah, my arse and your face.

Isn’t that a disgrace?

Tich Ennis

18th November, 2017

Kick

Life keeps kicking me in the you-know-where I could say which part but that would break my mother’s heart.

My brother says that’s because I never did anything before in days of yore.

I floated through life, I never took a wife.

I more or less let things happen but managed to keep my head above water.

A girl might turn out like her mother however attractive she is as a daughter.

I did have some small successes, God bless us.

In some ways I did more than most, Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

However, why now when I try am I a sucide afraid to die?

Other people are Hell said Sartre, oh well.

They make me wait and wait and wait.

Is this fate?

There is the occasional rare exception.

Who’s parents did not practice contraception.

Not then, at least.

In life the yeast.

Am I the only one on whom I can depend?

Not quite but almost otherwise I would give up and say, the end.

As you may surmise I more or less never practice what I preach.

Pretty girl on a beach.

Not quite out of reach.

How may I blame others who do nothing when I do it all the time?

Not quite, I wrote this rhyme.

Someone said kick against the pricks.

This old dog needs to learn new tricks.

Wait no longer for a cowboy called Tom Mix.

Other people almost always let me down.

You too?

Who’s blue?

Can I rely on no one except me?

I’ll get around to it sometime, wait and see.

That’s me.

Tich Ennis

18th November, 2017

Reaching Out

Reaching out to people who don’t know me, never heard me, never smelt me, never felt me.

Oh well there are many I don’t know, into the sea the rivers flow.

Will my voice ever be heard and read and seen, I, an unknown human being?

Maybe someday they will shake my hand, say good on yeh, that’s grand.

Or maybe not.

How can I be remembered if I am not forgot?

I don’t matter any more or less than any other person.

Of that at least I’m certain.

Tich Ennis

17th November, 2017

It

It all came out of nothing or almost nothing or so they say and made what we see today.

It they are right it will eventually implode after all they said it did explode.

Fragments returning to their preternatural state, is that our fate?

Well yes and no don’t say I told you so.

Once upon a time a long time ago all continents were one.

What, even the Sun?

Here I refer to the magical number one.

It’s a small step from infinity, goodbye, I’ve got to run.

Tich Ennis

16th November, 2017