Category Archives: Kill Or Cure

Statement

The truth when perfectly stated is irrefutable.

Is that disputable?

Who says, you?

What am I to do?

Is one and one two?

Does the truth lie only in facts?

What about people’s acts?

Do you say motive matters, so do I.

May the truth lie in a lie?

A lie is the mirror opposite of the truth, as Shakespeare might say, forsooth.

So therefore yes.

When the truth is spoken is anybody’s guess.

I know I am not Plato, Plato is dead.

I speak instead.

Tich Ennis

12th October, 2018

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Argument

Can you listen to the Devil and demolish his argument?

Do you believe a lie is Heaven-sent, your chance to prove the true, at last the real you?

If so I shall attend your disputation.

If not, I avoid without hesitation.

Argument does not necessarily mean a row.

A student should know that, anyhow.

When all are white collar who will drive the plough?

Tich Ennis

11th October, 2018

Criticism

Criticism has a bad name.

For shame.

It can be constructive or destructive.

If you want praise ask your mother.

Failing that, your pet brother.

Some don’t want to hurt your feelings so they don’t say what they think.

They drive an honest man to drink.

If you want the truth ask a stranger.

You may expose yourself to danger.

Don’t ask someone in the same field, like a farmer.

Can you cure a self harmer?

Be your own critic, charity begins at home.

If you are your greatest fan leave me alone.

The truth is funny, among other things.

Not greatly favoured by kings.

Should I issue a clarifying statement?

Some music should be subject to noise abatement.

Why should I explain to those who don’t want to know?

I hesitate to say I told you so.

Tich Ennis

4th October, 2018

The Abyss

I dwell in the abyss, is it of my own making?

Love is there for taking.

It has been said love is giving.

Am I living?

I must give and give and give.

Then, only then, I live.

Life is real, life is hard, its not so bad when you try.

Try before you die.

Or live a lie.

I talk to me, I talk to you.

To be is to do.

That’s telling you.

Me too.

Tich Ennis

15th September, 2018

You And I

We are born and then we die.

The stuff of life comes in between.

Maybe an ice cream.

Coffee in a café now and then.

Some are boys and some are men.

Some complain when they’re left out.

What have they to shout about?

Sometimes some come together in bliss.

A kiss.

Then friendship, company and talk.

Some enjoy a hike or walk.

Our stories are all different but start and end the same.

Are you glad you came?

Life may not be without trial.

To say otherwise would be denial.

Are you born to cry or smile?

To get to school I walked a mile.

What price happiness and when?

Now and then.

I lay down my pen.

That’s life, make of it what you may.

Between sunrise and sunset is the day.

Is this okay?

Tich Ennis

18th July, 2018

My First Kiss

Not having achieved celebrity status I know you won’t be interested in this, my first kiss.

It was hit or miss.

Not exactly instant bliss.

A scientific experiment that failed, I had yet to reach the stars.

I gave up candy bars.

Tich Ennis

25th March, 2018