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

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Two new books

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Wednesday, September 28, 2016


Unto the ever
One tear joins the ocean
A single atom
In eternal motion
Steadfast reason
Emotion passing like seasons
Rains falling
Bringing life
Dry cycles
Enduring drought
Ever present blight
Continuing our fight
Our lives are wrought
Spark and clay
Perfectly built
In harmony
With need
Drinking from the fountain
That renews
Our hearts
Become mountains
Of faith
Justified and true
Perfectly happy
And nothing askew

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

why must we fail?

Human atrocities
Continue as the world
Moves forward in time
Are we doomed to dwell in darkness
Under the dictator's lash
Or will we awaken
Of broken crystal to burning ash
Kristallnacht to Holocaust
From ancient hill to eternal damnation
Har-Megiddo to Armageddon's toll
Will our violence
Be the harvest
Will our legacy
Be our death?

Monday, September 26, 2016

I am confused

I wait for her signals
And don’t know
Now or never
If we should be together
I treasure her
But does she
I cherish
And feel alone
For my ever
With every smile
I am fooled
Every change
In her eyes
Seems so strange
So I assume
I am a fool
And think the worst
Despite reality
Telling me first
Quite different
Instead of a blessing
I beg the curse
That doesn’t exist
I give it life
Every look
Is packed with failure
Or is it
I don’t know

Sunday, September 25, 2016


Hewn from the canyon wall
It was carved by the believers
Time unrelenting
Working against the wall
Until they've made art
And then
A body is placed inside
And the tomb left

Love letter to toxic love

Because you asked, I gave it thought
I began to consider all of the misery
That you have wrought
From the broken heart and the fear of loss
To the world of pain I live
You've destroyed my life
And probably many more
The future is blank
There is nothing there
You've invited me to dwell
In a place without hope
Your words were toxic
Your love was poisonous
You condemned me
By your existence
To the lowest station of hell
But think nothing of it
You just asked
So I thought I should respond
My heart is dead
My mind is weary
And my soul is wracked
With the misery
Of loving a selfish
Who has nothing
But everything
And is jealous
Of anything
Anyone else
Can have

Saturday, September 24, 2016

questions or answers

there is light
there is the dark
the will
and the way
a baby is born
an older person dies
it isn't that one is lucky
and the other is scorned
it is the cycle of life
and existence
never falls away
from the inertia
it was created
like a clock
a dynamic
that we can never
no matter our desires
some have designs
to fight
others have fires
inside their body
meant to resist
every ounce
of life's gravity
pulling down
I can't even feel it
let alone fight it
my spirit
can't get airborne
there is no flight
so it must be
those who resist
learn how to let the wind
fly them through the air
a bow strung too tight will break
a bow too loose will never fire an arrow
the path to death and hell is so very wide
the path to heaven is so much more narrow
so much more, so who am I to ask
what more can I have
when there are so many
dying for the want
when I get
what I want
and then more
with second helpings
So I know that the answers are unfair
the questions I ask then need to change
need to change, quickly too
not in hours or days but in seconds
they must change
or the world will be consumed altogether

Friday, September 23, 2016

copy of a copy, slaves to our form

It doesn't matter who we are
We are not unique
We did not create a new way
when we were born
Our thoughts are not new
Our minds are not different
We are copies of copies
Slaves to our forms
We now wish to change
The way people enter the world
By cloning cells and growing
To ignore birth, and gestation
Only ethicists are torn
By the missing step
We will surely demand of clones
Their organs and their lives
We will think of them
As abominations
Will they resist
Will they burn
Will they become a thorn
In humanity's side
Other than their utility
Who are we to say 
If they are is life
They can go to war
And die
A family will not mourn
If they are harvested
For the organs
They can save a life
So, what is the loss
What is the gain
If a soul less creature dies
Answer me
What is the loss
What is the cost?

Thursday, September 22, 2016


pull my trigger
every time
you miss
I do not
ever deeper
my finger
always strikes
doesn't lie
I know about
living in the shadows
with the glass
every moment
getting way too close
spending my time
getting lost
going deep
in the darkness
keep my secrets
never forget
No regrets

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

A Winter Walk

I am so cold
every part of me
blue and numb
stunned silent
and struck dumb
by the frost
covering my body
like a blanket
of hurt and tingling
little reason
to continue
all I need
is a fire
and warm hearth
a blanket
and cup
of soup
need to call forth
some kind of bravery
in the face
of the storm
but I've been
long before
the storm
crushing me

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

when the bombs fell

all of the time since
the radiation spread
we are ghosts of our planet
even as the future beckons
there is nothing left of us
but the radioactive steel and dust
cities and towns and villages
raped and pillaged by weapons
that Prometheus handed to our ancestors
without realizing the folly
he had no reason to trust us
we were less serious than court jesters
meant to make the monarchs laugh
our lives are nothing
and now there is nothing left
we walk upon the earth
the dispossessed
of life
and love

Monday, September 19, 2016

Because I serve

With this armor
And shield divine
I bear the marks
Of the army of Heaven
It marks me only
I do not hold it as pride
I simply serve
And give honor
To the one who is worthy
Of all my supplication
Humans mistake the celestials
Those beyond the host
There is an angel of death
The Right hand of the creator
And the one, who is perfect
Who made us
In his excellent perfection
And knowledge
Hope and justice
His way is good
He is the god of the living
He is all knowing
All wise and powerful
With power of creation
We can commune
With our debts removed
By the act of forgiving
I believe and I serve
I carry his sword
My tongue is burned
With his holy words
And I fear no other
But the one
And I serve no other
But the one
Who created everything
And when the final battle
Is begun
My sword
My blood
My body
Will sing
For him