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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, car il m'a fait plus forte

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Saturday, December 31, 2016

Announcing a new project/product

I have had created 10 postcards with my work upon the front.

Each will sell for a dollar and as many as 10 can be ordered for a dollar a piece plus a dollar post.











Friday, December 30, 2016

Two new books


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Wednesday, December 7, 2016

The Slaughter in the deep of the Forest

9 AD, Magna Germania, September

Rome had sent a call
From its heart to the empire's frontier
For men from across that world
To come
Come serve in the legions
Stifle the barbarian prayers
And become a Roman
By service
Few of us were of the blood
Of those who marched
For the Republic
But I would not question their allegiance
Only the reason and wisdom
Of the empire
To arm those who had formerly
Taken arms against her
But that was not my decision
No, not mine at all
For I am a soldier of Rome
And I live to answer
The call
In the days of September
Our destiny was prime
To die
For Rome
We were as sheep to a slaughter
Not innocent perhaps
But naive as to our fate
We were led to the region
Held by Germanic tribes
With an intent to bring to their knees
Every warrior, woman and child
General Publius Quinctilius Varus
He of aristocratic blood
Was the most cruel
And never question this
He died of his own hand
While his men were hunted
Like animals of the wild
The Teutoburg Forest
Swallowed all of Rome's pride
And sucked down our finest
We were the gracious fruit
Of the vine poured out
Upon the forest floor
The vintage of youth
The gift of time
And nothing was left
For us
But to flee
Ignobly as it were
From Germania
Few survived
Few remembered
And Rome had reached a place
Of descent
Forever trying to stop the bleeding
Without knowing how to do so
Without realizing
All of its dreams were spent

Turn winter in Germania
Now our bodies
Decayed
And dried
The leaves covered
And snow blankets
By spring our skeletons rattle
In the empty armor
We wore to the ambush
And never
Returned in victory
Dulce bellum inexpertis

Sunday, December 4, 2016

desert

When you were with me
The garden grew
Without care
Or planning
Red roses
Lush greenery
When you left
Desertified
Song birds flew
From branches hanging
Black roses
Beauty mortified
It was you
Who invited life
And
Now without
Anything
I walk
the desert
Left behind


Saturday, December 3, 2016

Crashing

How many tears fall from joy
How many are from pain
How many are from sorrow
When I was just a boy I thought I was insane
And wanted only no more tomorrows
Instead they came like a flood
I was never whole
With my being bleeding out
White from loss of blood
And now
Foam
The waves breaking
Sleeping in coma
Never waking
Again
Charon waits for me
Upon the river Styx
Asks me for the toll
After a world
Filled with lies
Existence never stops
Sucking out
Every bit of my soul
So I have no coins
For my eyes


Friday, December 2, 2016

Depths of misery

Nothing to do but to hate the one
I've become
Nothing to see in me but
The failure I am as a son
When this life has run
The length of the time
It is meant
I can never know
Why I failed
Or in what column
Or sort
And then
How can I wash off
The stink of loss
The stench of worthlessness
And the rain of the empty
Pours over me
Will it bring
A metamorphosis
Or will I lay shaking
In the depths
Of my misery
Of this
My faithless existence


Thursday, December 1, 2016

Depressed?

We break
We are depressed
We sing our sorrow
With every step
We lose our faith
Our beliefs
Stealing every breath
How can we breathe
We grieve our future
While losing tomorrow
Fears like a spider's web
Fully weaved
And now what is left
What will we lose
If we never forgive
Never forget
Holding debts
Like a madmen possessed
What is left
But regret
Singing in our heart
Sorrow in our minds
Borrowing pain
By holding it all
Inside



Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Even the Atoms hum

A sweet scent lingers
In the air, after you depart
Reminds me by all my senses
Why I believe
In the power of your soul
In the majesty of your heart
Your eyes are my portal
To a different universe
And I travel there
To see a future
For I am your suitor 
Your beloved
Your unworthy servant
Dutiful and below
Your highness
So beautiful
Your being is erotic
Exquisite
And no one
Is able to quench
The fire inside
Once begun
Burns
It makes me shiver
Because of you
Your form is my delight
Your mind my treasure
I hear sounds of pleasure
From the atoms
Exploding
As they hover around you
Attracted to the sight
Of your body
It is powerful
Motivation
It is desire
That is beyond my
Control
My inclination
Is to dive
Inside
Let my soul fly
In your sky
And never
Ever let me
Go


Monday, November 28, 2016

find a way to be redeemed

I have walked for many miles
And have thought
Too many thoughts
I've lived in denial
Can't remember
All the times I fought
I am still moving
And refuse to stay silent
Because if I do
It crushes me
I become suicidal
There are so many words
That bubble inside of me
I can't stay quiet
No matter my misery
So I keep upon this journey
And remember my past
Refuse to give in
No matter what
I've been asked to do
Because I won't
I just can't
There are not shortcuts
Even with a heart of hope
You just have to be
Patient
Willing to bend
Allow yourself to fall
Find some time to mend
And remember how long
How pitiful this
Would all become
If you did it
Even win it
Without love
And you forgot who
You are supposed to be
Just keep moving
And find a way
To be redeemed



Saturday, November 26, 2016

Just words

It is just words
I know but
I loved you always
I never told you
How much it hurts
To be here
And you there
I feel cursed
Compelled to be
In constant desire
With someone
I can never be with
Being on fire inside
For one
Who is forbidden
If I let it linger
It will grow perverse
I will become
Deviant
And worse
From the isolation
So I let you go
In my heart
Even if it kills me
For it will kill me
In any way
If I do not
Just words
But
I love you
And I let you
Go
Because I know
I have to
And do






Friday, November 25, 2016

Eternal Conflict

Eternity is beyond
The flesh and temporal existence
Once there in that reality
The light is not blinding
It is revealing
The darkness does not cloak
It is a state of mind
There is no such thing
As choosing between lesser evils
There is only knowing the truth
And identifying lies
Understanding the consequences
Of immorality
As taught by the Prince of Hell
The Lord of the Flies
As a warrior
I long to serve my king
I take up my shield
My sword
My armor
My helm
And entering battle I sing
Praises to him
For the truth is unwavering
And there is nowhere
Nothing greater
No thing greater to die for
Than that truth
The light
The creator king


Thursday, November 24, 2016

Walk into the dark

We are told
To be obedient
We are sold
The perfect way
We become
What we endure
We are done
Before we say
Please leave me
Here
Do not think
That you can help
Allow me my sorrow
Allow me my time
I need to grieve
Because
That's all I have
Not the past
Not tomorrow
Nothing works
So let me be
Alone
There is no one
Who will save us
From ourselves
We create
Our personal prisons
And we dwell
In our own hell
Walk
into the darkness
Knowing I
Am not alone
I have my memories
That never leave
And I will bleed
Into the black