Category Archives: Healing

Monastic Life

I applied to become a monk but was turned down.

Not being debt free raised a frown.

Also I am too old, I can’t help that.

I thought I might be stress free, fancy that.

I got a nice email in return, spelling it all out.

Aspects of the monastic life would not suit me, no doubt.

Possibly my motivation was wrong.

As I said before, where do I belong?

Jim Reeves had a song, this world is not my home.

Maybe I should become a garden gnome.

Tich Ennis

19th February, 2018

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No One Understands

They see things from their own point of view, not you.

Unless of course its your mother, or another.

How have they time to be you, they have other things to do.

A good friend is different of course.

They are another horse.

So no, not no one, not quite.

Alright.

Who do you want to understand you but you?

That will do.

They can’t live your life for you.

That’s what you must do.

Why ask you?

Tich Ennis

19th February, 2018

Normal People

Normal people like my stuff, so I heard, that’s enough.

Young and old alike, the rest get on your bike.

I sing what I like.

The best of the old is great, it was new once, age is your fate.

Why hesitate?

I won’t say more, I could say less.

My parting words, God bless.

It cheers me up to ring a friend, try it, this is not the end.

Make do and mend.

Eternal friend.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

Should I Stop?

Should I stop trying to succeed in the real world, this planet Earth?

For what its worth.

Give my stuff away free, that’s me.

How many paid money or even bought me a drink?

Let me think.

Some yes, some few, God bless.

People say they love my work, that’s pleasing.

That’s the reason.

Officially I am ignored, apparently the powers that be are bored.

Maybe I should stop trying if people aren’t buying.

And stop crying.

I don’t know. On I go.

More later, alligator.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

The Question

My best friend Michael O’Brien said I will be famous after I’m dead.

He died first, instead.

Do I want fame for myself, no.

The truth comes dropping slow.

I want what everyone wants but hardly dares to expect.

World peace, an end to war and argument as you might suspect.

I write my words, they say the same.

Allow children play a game.

Maybe Michael’s right, may my words be true.

I want a perfect world for you.

How about me too?

A perfect world requires perfected people, they are rare.

The burning question, do you care?

Tich Ennis

2nd February, 2018

Big Fool

May I not let people down with a bump or otherwise.

I let myself down bigtime since I fell from the skies.

You may say by what airline did I fly when I fell from the sky?

The same as you, how do you do, I broke a heart or promise two.

Or maybe more, encore, encore, most of my life was a waste of time.

Ten years ago I took up rhyme.

There is no point in telling lies, I wish to regain the skies.

All aboard, we take off soon, this flight passes by the Moon.

Then back to Earth, let down again, when we have peace between men.

Fellow travellers, let it be, your pilot is a fool like me.

Bloody history leave behind out of sight and out of mind.

It is not easy but its true you and I know what to do.

I mean every word I say, what can I say?

Have a nice day. Better, make a good day, not nice.

Follow your own advice.

Trust your heart, you know what to do and how to be.

Don’t leave it all to me.

Why can’t we agree?

If we did less people would be dead.

That’s what I said.

Life means something when we want it to.

Its up to me and you.

Who goes first, best or worst?

At least I try before I die.

Wars happen, why?

Is my heart in the right place?

Be in a state of grace.

End disgrace, human race.

I am the clown who does not want to let you down.

A clown is for fun and laughter.

And happy ever after.

Peace and love are not just words, they are how to be.

I ask myself am I the biggest fool?

That’s me.

Tich Ennis

11th January, 2018

Cruel God

Is God vengeful, vindictive, a sore loser? Getting his own back on us?   What did we do wrong?   What did I do wrong?   Is being born a mortal sin?   Our mortality rate is very high, a hundred per cent. We’re here for a good time, not a long time said a man in a pub.   And I quote.

Edna O’Brien, who is a good Irish writer, not of Mills and Boon type though we have some of those, said her mother said we are not meant to be happy. Another man in a pub said there’s no such thing as happiness. He said his wife went off with a million pounds. I recommended my sister marry him, she said she doesn’t want to marry a man who drinks whisky at ten in the morning.   He has a nice house but my sister has one already.

Why marry? Find a woman you don’t like and give her your house. I’m full of quotations, some Irish comedian said that first. Another man said he tried being a comedian but no one laughed.   That’s a joke for a start.

Now where was I, God. Don’t get me started. I asked my nephew, who does not believe in God, if there is a God could he have made people with a burning desire to be an artist, with the soul of an artist but not the talent?   Yes, my nephew replied. He is an artist, my nephew, not God. Ok maybe God is an artist. A piss artist. Will I go to Hell for saying that? Is God Van Gogh, passionate, I would say so. Is he misguided? Who has he to look up to?

As a young person I had interaction with a paedophile but he didn’t do anything. He said I was too innocent. He did with other boys. Duane Eddy, guitarist, had a piece of music called last moment of innocence, which I didn’t like. I mean the name. I thought it was too close to the bone, being then a teenager, innocence left behind. And lamented.

God, do we have to do it all for you? Do I? Okay, joke. A man asked another why do you always answer a question with another question and the other man said do I?   He was a Kerryman. Has God a dirty mind? What can he have been thinking of when he dreamed up sexual reproduction? Porn movies?

My title here, Cruel God, may be ironic, sardonic, sarcastic, whatever, or just a grab your eyes headline, speaking as a former journalist. Are you buying? A newspaper should make you fall out of your chair in amazement said William Randolph Hearst, newpaper magnate. See tabloids, red tops, comics. Or any other paper, posh or otherwise. We read newpapers which support our prejudices. Judge not lest ye shall be judged.

Is God a psycho? If so, what hope is there for us? Some boys like pulling the wings off flies. Are those boys made in God’s image, as we are told at school we all are? A fight broke out in a jail during anger management class, I think that’s funny but that’s just my sense of humour.   Would psychiatric help help? Help God, I mean. After all, he is a serial killer. He kills us all. Can he reform or be reformed? You have to want to give up your addiction. Are you persuasive?

I’m dying to meet God, so are many others. In fact all, believers and non believers alike.   Does God believe in God? Do you believe in yourself? Do you believe yourself? Can you believe your eyes? Are you hallucinating? Is God a drug addict? Or has he left us to our devices, devilish though they may be?

Imagine for a moment that I am God. What do I say? I’ve done my bit, now its up to you.

Call me mad, call me non-existent, but call me. Wars are waged in my name. Who’s wrong, who’s right? You figure it out. I’ve got better things to do. Sudoku. Karaoke singing. Whatever turns you on.

Life is a joke but you don’t get it.

Sorry God, I’m only joking.

Tich Ennis

8th December, 2018