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.

Friday, July 3, 2015

4 Maidens

Life and death are a circle
Even without intent
The earth partakes with the seasons
As we are reminded
When the maidens arrive

The four seasons are different
As with personality traits of the maidens
The faeries bring forth the changes
As the earth spins and time moves forward
Ever forward

Spring is a magnificent announcement of life
The truth of grace and mercy
After the quiet rest and slumber
Of the previous season
That has passed

The glory of summer is felt, heard, seen
It is alive in every direction
And the gestalt of energy and joy
Combine to create growth
And amusement

By the time autumn has arrived
The moment of glory still exists but
The living plants are dying, giving a last look
To show the world
How glorious it was

At last when the snow has fallen
Winter is here and the moment is gone
The world has sheltered under the white
To sleep for a time
Until life calls again

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

No escape from the zoo

Each species
And each race
Divided with prejudice 
Every one was separate
Prisoners condemned
Branded, ignored, chained

Others were placed in a pasture
To reproduce, for more workers
There were no borders,
Fenced in by metal
Wire with sharp edges
Slashing the skin to the bone
Nerves, muscles connected by pain

Damnation before escape
The beasts could never leave
Except by death as the nexus
Whatever the future pain
Through that portal offered hope
No new days, but no more anguish

But the lives lost
Were each unique
Every soul born
Carried the DNA
Of the creator
Each creation lost
Could never be replaced

Monday, June 29, 2015

In the End Everybody wants

Wants their lover to be loyal
Every lover
Wants their love to be true
Every broken heart
Comes with a recoil
At the thought of the loss
Of something good
Of something pure
And worth the tears
Of the pain
Grieving heart
You can find hope
The world is unforgiving
But my love is solid
And others might
Be fleeting
But I am steady
My love
Your spirit is woven
With my own
And the tapestry
We weave
Is created whole
From two hearts
In love forever
What might be threads
Are silk and whole
Together they complete the fabric
Without flaw
Without any missing stitch
Making the work
One with its parts
And never losing its way
However the world is
Whoever is rich
Whoever is poor
Love supersedes
When the soul needs

Sunday, June 28, 2015

My name is Worthless

He was called worthless
And told that
He'd Never
Be worthy of love
From the first moments
Before even his catastrophic birth
He knew
From the womb
The world was not his home
Closer indeed, yes, to a tomb
His mother threw him back
Abandoned, and hungry
He was a foundling
Ignored, barely fed,
Told constantly to shut up
He looked upon this
From the very first
Circumstance, Fate, Chance, Disaster
And had to assume
He was cursed
But despite that
He never stopped hearing a voice
In the inside of his heart
That told him to ignore the fools
The world was a moment
Eternity is time without end
This journey whatever he was enduring
Was not where his journey would end
Instead it had to be a beginning
One without a view of a goal
Nor of the final days
Only a time of truth
All he had was that voice inside
The world around him
Told him that
He had been given to a land
Who did not love, who did not care
Who would not be moved
Who would not provide
Care, Beauty, Kindness
Or Time to grieve
So he knew
His home
Would have to be found
Far from this place
Even if this was
A simple taste
Of the world
That one taste betrayed
A world of

He could tell it was not home
Far closer indeed to hell
Albeit without the populace
Being aware surely
His home was far away
And his journey
Would continue

Saturday, June 27, 2015

The Chains Opened my Eyes

They nearly won without a shot from a gun
I woke in a rush to the sentry's screams
As the tragedy had begun
My unit was ambushed
In our night camp
With great loss
Most were killed
Before seeing the morning sun
The enemy attacked
In the veil of the night
They'd killed silently
With cutlass and sabre
Efficiently, quietly
As if guided by hate
They killed the minister
They slew the missioner
Then homed in
Upon the tents
Of our guardsmen
Knowing without them
The Colony's nationals
Would flee
Those of us who fought well
Were surrounded and taken prisoner
Those who were dazed and slow to rise
Were killed before they could fight
Our defenses had been insecure
We were utterly destroyed
If it were a ship
The captain would be brought
Before a court and high commissioner
Judged guilty and executed
By the King's executioner
As the sole surviving officer
I was taken before the leader
Of the dervish enemy
Was placed in chains
I was forced to bow
Like a slave and was beaten
As badly as any master
Would beat his unrepentant slave
Who had attempted a midnight escape
My men received equal beatings
I vowed upon my return
I'd free slaves
Fight to end the practise
Because once humbled in chains
And beaten, and crushed in spirit
One recognizes the hideous
The odious practise
That depends upon such hate
As forever staining
Our name
As human

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Idolatry to the end

I believe that love is love
Only love matters
And that we are all fools
To imagine
We know better
Than the creator
When the world is full
Of difference
In ideas, looks, voices
There is life
That is beautiful
And only love
And hope matter
When we stare into the eye
Of the endless hate
We create
By dividing
We make a new God
Out of our vision
Of perfection and become
Idolatrous to the end

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

The woman who is my lover

I'd felt the pain
Of loneliness
And so I made up tales
I fantasized
Ending with nothing
But the knowledge
That again I was alone
Since earliest times
I was aware
Of self deception
I could create victory
In my mind
Out of utter failing
So I became wary
I grew up in solitude
Fearful of rejection
Afraid to be broken
By love or anything else
She spoke to me
When I was hiding
Showed me attention
I didn't know
What was going on
I deeply longed for affection
But I feared being moved
Falsely moved
By that longing
So I was slow to move
Upon my deepest stirrings
Yes she is beautiful
With hair of red
and Gray blue eyes
I found out though
That she is the one
Who calls my name
I fell in love with her heart
Her looks unimportant
But thereafter
Every beautiful woman
Looked less attractive
Sans elle, je serais mort
Saying goodbye tore me apart
But time away
Only led me back again
She was my first love
And my only
I am hers
Without shame 

Monday, June 22, 2015

A Desert walk

You can tell people
That the world is beautiful
That it is a savage land
And unforgiving
It is a pristine blue marble
Set upon a star covered sky
Truly exquisite
But beyond its beauty
Beyond its primal core
Where people live
It is empty
And desolate
Where their world
Has been chained
Mutilated and enslaved
The world elsewhere
Refuses to be silent
It is eloquent
Powerful and quiet
Without our awareness
Because of our ignorance
Human nature is perfectionist
We hate what we cannot change
We will become an artifact
Extinct as a species
Trying to change the earth
But until then
I am walking to nowhere
Where the world is delicate
Needing my soft hands
And nature
But I am alone there
And the desolation
Is my reminder
That I prefer

Friday, June 19, 2015

Is this it?

Given up for dead
There is no justice
No truth is believed
Until the sacrifice is bled
I am alone
Serving here
Behind the bars
Waiting for my release
Nobody's waiting for me
This world is dying
The children are crying
Innocent but not the rest
The world goes on
Without knowing a thing
Why it is getting so bad
When everything is done
By their very hand

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Death by my hand

To be able to see the future through the past
Is a talent few have
But I do
I know that what I've done will fail
Why it will fall
Why I will die
Because what I do is cursed
My life was never what it should have been
And I have dishonored my name
Dishonored the earth
By being here
Without purpose
I am lost
And do not wish to be found
For there is no end
That is cleaner
If by my own hand
I take all the blame
I caused my pain
And I deserve it all
Between my fear and failings
I've destroyed any hope
And trained my brain
To hope to fail
Because I am
The end is within my hands
My fate is my right index finger

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

In the presence of the Lord of Annwn and King of the Faerie Realm

Whoever wishes to walk, into the Grey, to forget themselves
Whoever has sorrowed a loss, and has been betrayed, and needs help
Gwyn Ap Nudd is King
Of many realms
The Grey, The Faeries, The Dead
Where anything is everything
Where fear is simply a moment
And joy is forever
He is mysterious
But knowing
Dark and foreboding
But true
The Wild Hunt restores the primitive soul
And the feast following restores the union
Of society and beast and gods together

Throw away the chains that have tamed you 
Surrender only the fears, pains that claim you
Gwyn is the Wild Huntsman and is Master 
Of this Wild Great Hunt
Unleash your self
And throw away your civility
Become wild again, restore your nobility 
For you were born for more than being servile
Because this is your opportunity, the only one left

Be yourself, be who you were meant to be
This is the final step, to enter the Grey
In all the waking moments
And all the dreams and nightmares
Humans have ever had
Now is the sole time
The only time
Worth having
And being wild
 Love with every ounce of soul
Be, with your every moment
Know, because you are worthy
Take control
And then let go

(This is written about a pre-Christian era time in Europe particularly Celtic Ireland and Britain.  I am still a Christian, I am not switching teams, this is just to let the people who inevitably write me that I am fine and there is no need to wonder or worry.)

Monday, June 15, 2015

Waiting For Hope

The ship I was on
Crashed in a storm
The remains of the ship
Scattered into the currents
I was spared any harm
But I will die
The island is living
Without an insect
Or animal
It swarms
Until my mind
Is gone
Sup upon my flesh
Drink my blood
Cook me in the sun
Take my corpse
And bury it
So that you might know
I have become undone
Without violence
Cast adrift
And forgotten
Without cutlass or gun
Sun rising, fallen moon
I have become one
With the island
Day dreams, night terrors
I am alive and awake
Watching as my ribs protrude
More and more
Someone may care
As my life
Like sand
Through my hand
But there is no hope
For a ship to save me
That is a hope
I will not muster or dare