Category Archives: Simplicity

Nameless

Do you have to be semi mad or sick to get a following, do I do the trick?

It is necessary to define your terms before you are eaten by worms.

What is mad and what is sane and what is pleasure, what is pain?

We each are mad in our own way, am I mad, what do you say?

If mad is different then I’m glad, I wish to be completely mad.

We are different and the same, madness I am glad you came.

All I love are different, that is so.

For instance Kafka and Van Gogh.

I am a snail so I am slow.

Let us eat a lettuce leaf.

Life is not only always grief.

Tich Ennis

19th February, 2018

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Genuine

The real thing is recognised, the real thing is true.

Its taken me some time to realise, I pass this on to you.

The real thing is genuine, the real thing is not fake.

Beware of huckster snake oil salesmen on the make.

I think that’s why I liked Obama, he meant what he said.

He got elected once or twice, now he’s as good as dead.

Its worth it to mean what you say, you have your self respect.

The world appears to want fantasy, the world is not correct.

The few who are genuine in whatever field, they shine the light of truth, they never never yield.

You prefer the genuine when you eat a cake.

Thank God I say to myself not everything is fake.

You are in the presence of greatness when you are in the presence of the true.

Are you?

Tich Ennis

8th February, 2018

Rich And Famous

If I became rich and famous might I become obnoxious, I asked a friend, he said do you mean more obnoxious than you are?

I don’t own a car.

God may be sparing me for something, but what the Hell?

Oh well.

Fame has not gone to my head, I have obscurity instead.

Its not hard to be humble when no one knows you’re there.

Ask me, see if I care.

Could I possibly stand up to fame?

You don’t know my name.

I am honest, I am poor.

May the truth endure.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

Big Bang

God exploded forming me and you.

The universe too.

A suicide bomber with a cause.

Universal laws.

Someday he will reform again when there is peace between men.

The universe expands, contracts.

Aware of its acts.

We die, we know that for sure.

God is the cure.

It has all been most interesting, an old lady said.

Then she rolled over dead.

One day we will all be one.

Wait for the last line full of fun.

I’m not the only one.

Eternal peace and happiness.

God bless.

Free us from this infernal mess.

A cat called Kess.

Tich Ennis

18th January, 2018

Late

I’ve left it rather late to do anything at all.

I like writing most of all.

So I write, that’s what I do.

Do I sound anything like you?

I thought I couldn’t do it, now I don’t care.

I feel, the words are there.

I’m old, shall my story be told?

The most boring subject is oneself, that book stays on the shelf.

Everyone’s life is interesting, so I heard.

I believe in the word.

I wanted to write when young, and did some, sometimes I bit my tongue.

Don’t want to be, just do.

An old man’s advice to you.

Tich Ennis

17th January, 2018

Last Option

Now at last I do or die.

Or at least try.

I cannot pay one who knows, I can’t afford new clothes.

No money, don’t you understand?

I don’t, things are not grand.

I myself must find out how, that’s the best way.

I may ring one last friend, today.

Writing this is postponement, I must make atonement.

For what I am not sure, maybe a lazy mind.

I am not the thinking kind.

Some things come easily to me.

Not everything, you see.

My best friend believed in me.

So I will try, and hopefully achieve.

I must myself believe.

Others have done it, so can I.

I tell myself that is no lie.

It will happen if I try.

I have no other choice, its up to me.

I will do it, wait and see.

Tich Ennis

15th January, 2018

 

Apple

An apple fell from off a tree right into my lap, lucky me.

You can’t expect everything to fall into your lap, you sap.

At least sit under the tree, like me, why not pick one, one that’s ripe?

Don’t believe tripe.

Its not all luck, you make your own.

Call the right person on the phone.

Hermit, alone.

An apple waits for you, you’ve got to do.

I was like you, look at me now.

Under the bough.

Tich Ennis

12th January, 2018