Category Archives: Nihilism

To Do

I want to fix the world and bring an end to war and want.

The truth is staring me in the face, I can do it and you can’t.

I left home today without eating porridge.

I ate from the tree of forbidden knowledge.

As I walked to the café I saw litter on the ground.

Sometimes I pick some up, it would make a mound.

I ordered a breakfast, it costs eight ninety-five.

I want to stay alive.

When will I get around to doing the things I want to and should do?

Would it incur your displeasure if I say the same to you?

Tich Ennis

11th September, 2017

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Nothing

I have nothing to say today, but I’ll say it anyway.

Nihilism, the belief that nothing is worth anything, of thee I sing.

You are king.

Alright, I don’t really believe that, I own neither a dog nor cat.

Much less a pet rat.

So there you have it, nothing for what its worth.

What on Earth?

Something or other about a non-dog and cat. Or rat.

Nature abhors a vacuum they say.

So I fill it up today.

I have not gone away.

I’m here to stay.

If nothingness is what you want I return to your old haunt.

The ghost with the most.

Who burned the toast?

Nothing is better than that.

It will not make you fat.

That’s that.

Something for nothing is a lot.

Its what you got.

Tich Ennis

7th September, 2017

Impossible Odds

Conquering false gods.

Love your neighbour as yourself, your neighbour is all mankind.

Someone said that, do you mind?

The gods of hate and greed we do not need.

Putting yourself first is the worst.

We are cursed.

Where do I begin?

I who sin.

I do not wish to live and die a lie.

Thank God for faithful friends and true.

I don’t know what to do.

Do you?

Be true.

The answer comes from me to you.

Via who?

Tich Ennis

1st September, 2017

Choice

To convince those who don’t want to know.

To tell the truth before I forever go.

This is a Herculean task.

A big ask.

Quite obviously almost all is wrong.

Hear the news, sing the blues, a sad, sad song.

Greed for power, money, fame.

All the same I’m glad I came.

Nothing is not what I want to do.

There’s work to be done for me and you.

I sing my song of right and wrong.

I ask how long, oh Lord, how long?

Set us free from eternal me.

You, the other, must come first.

Or else we’re cursed.

Do you want best or worst?

Tich Ennis

29th August, 2017

Explanation

My purpose seems to be to explain.

The truth appears to give people a pain.

Will we have rain?

What do you expect in Ireland except bad weather?

It gives us something to talk about, keeps us together.

Alright, so one and one makes two.

Are you listening, are you hearing when I speak to you?

It appears no is the answer.

You dismiss me as a chancer.

Suppose I have a cure for cancer?

Doctor heal thyself you all cry out.

Alright, I heard you, do not shout.

Am I entitled to fool about?

At least don’t tell me to shut my mouth.

Tich Ennis

29th August, 2017

Believe Me

Believe me, I don’t lie.

Don’t ask why.

Lies don’t make sense and if you lie you can’t remember what you said.

In a world of liars, or mostly, lets not be extreme, who says what they mean?

Me, for one, I’m not the only one.

Liars rule the roost, they shout loudest, they give out abuse.

Heck no, I will not join.

There are two sides to a coin.

Tich Ennis

9th August, 2017

Truth Tellers

Truth tellers are not welcome it seems to me.

Oh well, the best is yet to be.

Can I have a good cup of tea?

Look all around you, see the worst.

So much with lies and falsehood cursed.

Hear everyday ordinary political speech.

Is the truth beyond their reach?

Or ours.

Grow flowers.

I write by the way of a bouquet.

This is what I have to say.

People say what suits them not what they think about a lot of things.

This is true of many kings.

Note I do not say all.

Extremism could kill us all.

That’s all.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2017