I am a poet who has both been published and self published. All work on this blog is all copyright Alex Ness. While I make very little money from my work I am technically a professional. Measuring by the hours I've written I am professional. My goal is to share my work with as many people that can read it, as far as the internet may reach with it. I hope if you are moved you will share this blog with others, and perhaps buy my books.

Whatever the result, thank you for viewing this blog. I cannot express how greatly I appreciate the many people, from many places upon the earth, who have visited.

I bid you peace.

Je ne regrette pas la douleur, il a m'a rendu plus fort.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

In My Father's Castle

I sipped from the goblet
That held the wine of life
It was glorious
The taste of the vintage
Of the grapes of the vine
Grown especially for this day
Never again would it be known
This taste
Nor would I know
Another like it
I drank without shame
For in my father's castle
There was only splendor
There was no fear of want
There was never a day of need
In my father's castle
There was only knowledge of perfection
The walls were built with excellence
Every stone laid with precision
Every corner a perfectly fit
The riders from the horizon
Could see the towers
From the towers the banners rippled
In the winds
The banners drew from every countryman
Pride and love
For our father was a good king
And he loved us and provided
In every way imaginable
Some mock our loyalty
Some say we are not free
They are wrong however
We have the greatest freedom
We chose to be loyal
We chose to be in service
In return we are given
All that we need
All that we want
And more
We are part of the legends
Greater than our own lives
We become part of a story
Woven of steel
And we are part of a legacy
Rich in truth, and lore

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Missing you now

After a lifetime of you
Sitting next to me
You are no longer here
And I am facing eternity
Even the stars are not alone in the skies
Though distant, they are many
And I ask myself why
Do I face the future alone
Because I will miss you
Forever now
How empty is my home
Without you
It is a building
Nothing more
I can't be
Without you here
Happy without you
But I can remember
What it was like
When you were near

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Unrequited by her perfect beauty

Since I saw her
I have been incomplete
And for having seen her
I have been in despair
I will never be able
To overcome her mystique
She lay there in the finest silks
Her body was finer, without match
The color of her hair was unique
And it poured across her flesh
Her skin so pure and smooth
None could possible imagine it
Without seeing it
She lay still, fully asleep
Her auburn hair was streaked
With indescribable colors
And her lips so full
Drove me mad
With an inner passion
Yes I long for her but I realize
I will never be made whole
By having her in my arms

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

The Echo, The View

A nymph known
By the name of Echo
Loved talking
And had a gift of entertaining speech
The wife of the great God Zeus
Hera, Queen of Olympus
Took away that gift
For Hera trusted her
Then learned
That her trust was folly
Echo told Hera stories
At length entertained the queen
In truth, had distracted Hera
Because all that while
King Zeus
Who longed to be free
And to be wild
Used that moment
When Hera was otherwise focused
To consort with Echo's sister nymphs
The intimate interludes
In a fashion were due Echo's deceit
Her voice, which she loved
More than anything
Would no longer be hers
She would no longer be heard
As a being in her voice
Now only able
To echo what was said
By whoever spoke before her
Cursed, still she endured
And lived

Seeing a youth
And following him
She understood that
She very much desired him
He was beautiful
Vain, well proportioned
Reckless and wild
Oh he was exciting
She followed at first
From a distance
Who's there?  he shouted
She tried to call to him
Who's there, she replied
But her voice simply echoed
The last thing she had heard
After a chase he said
Let us meet

And she was thrilled
So she tried to get closer
And he noticed her then
But he became distracted
By the view
Of his face
So perfect
The tranquil water
Like a voice to him
Calling him beautiful
So beautiful
And voiceless
She began to cry
And as he stared
He could not move
Until he died
And her tears fell
Until she faded away
And in their place
The echo of the water
Always ringing
Upon the shores
A Narcissus flower

Friday, December 5, 2014

I wait for the Harvest

I am ready and waiting for the day
When the reaper's blade culls the grain
And my soul

The harvest is my time to be redeemed
To be made whole from all I've been through
And return to the creator

I am not the one who announces the time
When the harvest begins or goes on
So I wait

The creator is the one with control
And like this life, it is not mine to keep
Nor mine to dictate

So I wait

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Believing in Forever

Never let me go
I believe in forever
Lay with me
Be with me
Sleep, dream and walk together
Let our bond be firm
Never be undone
I want to spend each moment
Loving you, none other
Because you are the only one
We have so little time upon this place
Every second should be dear
Time is not permanent
Our place is insecure
We hear echoes
In the gloaming
Of the ghosts of our past
Coming near
Sand through our fingers
Time lost to each day
Moments lost to our present
Lingering in our fears
Time slips through our bodies
Nothing is left in the end
But the water from our tears
Memories and regrets
Shall never amount to a thing
But the longer we stand and stare
At every ocean of tears
We lose the present moments
And lose time to be near

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Empty Circle

What is there but existence
Breathing becomes victory
In the vacuum of death
Over nothingness
If there is nothing
There is absurdity
In all of this
And nothing more
Leaves us with the choice
Of unlife or pseudo-death
And the cycle renews
Until there isn't an earth
A place to do that

Tuesday, November 25, 2014


Taken from the mist
Shaken from the dead
Awakened within 
The eternal dialogue
Lost while amazed 
Yet we walk
Our flesh is dying
Terminus has arrived
Quietus we stand
Undying but yet

Voluntarily entering
The Island of the Dead
Shall we then be free
Of those who damn
From the judgment
Of the pointing hands
And into the arms
Of eternity 

Lord Krishna speaking in the Bhagavad Gita

"You grieve for those who should not be grieved for;
yet you speak wise words.
Neither for the dead nor those not dead do the wise grieve.
Never was there a time when I did not exist
nor you nor these lords of men.
Neither will there be a time when we shall not exist;
we all exist from now on.
As the soul experiences in this body
childhood, youth, and old age,
so also it acquires another body;
the sage in this is not deluded."

Monday, November 24, 2014

United For Our Land

Shall we dance
Across this land
With the minefields
And razor wire
Through the bombs
And the machine guns
Shall we sing
For freedom
When there is nothing
Beyond our hopes
That we can see
Although the enemy
Is mighty
Although his forces
Are strong
We will fight for our land
To counter with right
All that is wrong
Slava Ukrayini! 
Heroyam slava!

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Upon Avalon's Pristine Shore

I was appointed to guard him
His flesh was different
He was the king
My ship rode upon the stream
Of dreams of the king of Albion
And was lost when he was taken
Closed his eyes to sleep
Upon the bosom of Avalon
So violently parted this plane
With final combat with his bastard
Mordred and Arthur joined
Blood mixing by spear and thrust
First by sword the child
Excalibur ending one life
Mordred's Spear ending the life
Of an immortal being
How can the undying die?
I cannot take any more
My heart is broken
How can the keeper of the flame
Be taken away
The red dragon banner
Coiled in sorrow
Swords thrust into the grounds
In shame
For the loss
Gutted to the core
Arthur king of the Britons
And all of Camelot
Return to us
Or I will die laying
Upon Avalon's
Pristine Shore
Until you do

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Prayers for this Flesh

My father, maker of my dreams
My mother, feeder of my flesh
Give to me my hope
Give unto me my talents
Or cast me to the sea
Let me be able or be free
Let me be dead or able
To draw a freeman's breath
Free me from your chains
Of memory
And of design
Free me from your harness
Holding my tongue
Holding me from standing
To ever raise my arms
To praise the divine
Let me know I am worthy
Of love inside
Not just for obedience

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Not enough love

When I saw her finally walk in
I lit up in joy
My body was electric
My mood afire
That ended quickly
She looked away
When I did catch her glance
She looked at me
With neither love nor sadness
In her eyes
Only resignation
She used to say she loved me
And now I see
She says it no longer
She doesn't say anything
And her look seems
To reveal shame
Did she want my castration?
It wasn't just frustration?
It was something worse than sadness
A grieving for something
That never was
An aborted love
That never had a chance
For her expectations were so much greater
Than anything I could give her
She wanted a mansion
And my love and being
Could only provide completeness