May the finite comprehend the infinite?
Maybe if I try with all my might.
Diamonds are formed under great compression.
Many suffer from depression.
I am not the worrying kind.
When will I make up my mind?
Tich Ennis
14th August, 2017
I live in oblivion but I don’t like words like that.
I like words like dog and cat.
Fancy that.
I have made no mark on the world, I am alone, unhonoured and unsung.
I bite my tongue.
Its not quite that bad, I don’t want to be a drama queen.
I am, as far as I know, a human being.
Sooner or later everything comes to a conclusion.
I end now to avoid confusion.
Tich Ennis
23rd July, 2017
Should I write every shred before I’m dead?
Do not dismiss others without a thought.
Love cannot be bought.
Is it pointless for me to write things down?
What is the point of a circus, the clown?
I suppose so, yes.
That’s true, I guess.
Suppose no one came, no one wanted to see or hear?
There’s always the next town when you’re not wanted here.
I might mention beer.
Be of good cheer.
Tich Ennis
14th July, 2017
Is there a glimmer of hope for even the maddest dope?
Throw me a rope.
I walk across, at a loss.
The line is tight, alright, all night.
No safety net.
Not on your Nelly, you bet.
I’ll get there yet.
Where is there, it is not here, I’m only here for the beer.
Give me no push or shove, I search for love.
Heaven’s above.
Tich Ennis
14th July, 2017
I don’t want to lift your spirits any further than the top.
If I go too far, say stop.
So far, no, as far as I know I have no further to go.
Although there is a lot more to say.
Before I go away.
Every little thing matters, don’t say, not quite.
From small things big things are made, you were small, alright?
The whole Earth matters, every river, every tree.
Who says you don’t matter? Not me.
When you climb a hill you aim for the top.
Then and only then, say stop.
Tich Ennis
30th June, 2017
You know when something is good, you don’t have to be told.
What you are told may be fool’s gold.
And often is, showbiz.
What suits you suits you, that’s that.
You may like a dog or cat.
Or not, or a bird singing in a tree.
You are me.
Do you understand?
That’s grand.
You are unique, everyone’s a freak.
On some things almost everyone agrees.
We need peace in times like these.
Tich Ennis
30th June, 2017
Bemused, confused, I toddle on.
Who knows right from wrong?
Excuse my look of consternation.
I overhear your conversation.
So, some are older even than me.
Some younger too, I toddle on.
With whom shall I agree?
Someone, somewhere set me free.
Am I a slave until my grave?
Fortune favours the brave.
Each step I take nearer to my maker I make.
Should I put him right on a thing or two or is that me or is it you?
What’s a guy to do?
Ask you?
When all else fails observe jet trails.
Birds fly in the blue.
They know what to do.
Tich Ennis
30th June, 2017
