Category Archives: Suicide

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

Coin

The good things and the bad things are both made by man.

Two sides of a coin, thats God’s plan.

Do you need to toss a coin to make your choice?

Choose good, then rejoice.

You made your choice.

A coin may balance on its edge.

Sucicides stand on a ledge.

In life we take rough with the smooth, good and bad.

Sane and mad.

Good makes you glad.

Tich Ennis

26th July, 2017

God’s Fatal Error

He made me. I let him down.

Into a hole in the ground.

The rest is history.

It is no mystery.

He trusted me.

I will exhume if I can.

To fulfill his plan.

God being God can rise again.

The question, when?

When I get down to it.

Should I do it?

I suppose so.

Here I go.

Call me mister Slow.

Now I know.

His mistake was mine.

It happens all the time.

Tich Ennis

26th July, 2017

God Again

God is dejected and rejected.

God is the way things are, the way we are.

He sure as Hell is not our guiding star.

I may not put this on my blog.

If you mention the word God they think you mean a backward dog.

Tich Ennis

21st July, 2017

Cigarette

People think I’m waving when I smoke a cigarette, which is more or less all the time.

They wave back, does this line rhyme?

Some poet woman has a line, not waving but drowning.

Are you frowning?

Anyway, her poem is quite good.

I like it anyway, if you read it you would.

Stevie Smith is her name if memory serves me right.

It usually does, goodnight.

Tich Ennis

21st July, 2017

Love Is The Word

In the beginning was the word then it became absurd.

Love became hate and shut Heaven’s gate.

Lies were chosen, love was frozen.

War and misery putting first me.

Bitter fruit we eat, when may friends meet?

Triviality came first, the best lost to the worst.

Are we cursed?

Once more the word will be when truth is set free.

Free us all from Hell, this prison cell.

The jailer is me, I was blind, now I see.

Turn the key.

Set us free.

So the best can be.

Say the word.

Love is heard.

Tich Ennis

8th July, 2017

Arklow Resident

I have decided to postpone my suicide until the local river is cleaned up because it is so full of sewage I can’t face entering the water.  Therefore, I will live forever, for that reason and that reason alone.  I do not own a gas mask so ending it all by that method is out of the question.  I am old but will live to be very old indeed.  I and the sewage are infinite.  Time stands still here.  So do I.  And the county council.

Tich Ennis

7th July, 2017