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Thursday, June 29, 2023

My Published Works

THE COMICS:


Josh Howard Presents: SASQUATCH

This is my first published work.  I was invited aboard by Josh Howard and Jessie Garza.  Illustrated by Paul Harmon, my friend and fabulous artist, I was very happy to provide a short 5 page look at the question, why do we see Sasquatch when we look in the woods? The result is a story that isn't one, it is more of a commentary.  Some loved it, not naming names sorry, some hated it, but the love for it far outweighed the hate.  The book was published by Viper


MYSTERIOUS VISIONS: After Hours #3

Dimestore Productions put this comic book anthology.  I don't want to  go into depth here, except just to say, my work with Earl Gaier was  good, as were the works of Josh Brown that I found within the pages.   This had a very small print, and I doubt there are any books anywhere  for anyone to find.  Good luck if you are searching.


FOURTH REICH: Final Strike
Alex Ness Words, Jason Moser Art


In 2005 a very close friend and I had developed an idea for a war game.   The concept was one where the Nazis had not died, but rather prepared  for an escape, and did so.  Then when ready, attacked the world.   The  game designer/artist friend died of Lung Cancer in 2009, but my story  was written.   Eventually I shared it with Jason Moser, a very fine  artist, and this project is the result.   Perhaps some day the war game  can still happen.  I regret that I didn't proof my work as well as I could have, and Jason was great, but I was unclear and left too much to be clear about both what happened and if it indeed ended the way it seemed.  The book looks beautiful, due to Jason alone.


BAM TOO! Big Ass Mini Comic

I was asked if works I had written and others had illustrated could be  submitted to this collection.  And I was happy to see this book appear  under the hand of friend JM Hunter.  I will probably not be carrying the book around, it has 400 + pages, but I am proud to be in it.  Even if I am not a comic book writer, it is fun to be in the same neighborhood as some of the people I like very much.

BOOKS:  POETRY, PROSE, ANTHOLOGIES


A LIFE OF RAVENS

A Life of Ravens was a massive project that featured my words and the art of 27 different artists, including Mike Grell, Peter Bergting, Alex Sheikman, Rich Koslowski, Josh Howard, Paul Harmon, and Bob Giadrosich.  Bob Giadrosich did approximately 1/3 of the art, and published the work through his Sharayah Press imprint.  It is a lovely work, and one that I am proud of.  It is rare at this time.  It is out of print and has some value on Amazon, selling for $40 most of the time.  These stories and poems and mythic tales are amongst the first where I had the freedom to write as I wished.  To some degree they were still modified by the publisher.  But I do not regret that, the book is lovely.

ARTHURIAN LEGEND



Lancelot from Cyberwizard was a mass effort by many artists and a  brilliantly talented co-writer G.F. "Geoff" Evrard, who is Breton  French, and his side of the project included many fabulous artists.  My  side of the project had numerous great talents, and numerous people who  dropped out, leaving me hanging.  Some of those were great, but one was  very unprofessional (he comes from Ohio).  So, for me it was a troubled  work, but, it is a beautiful error free project.  It is also out of  print, which is a horrible thing because for all the work done on this  book, it deserved much better.   To the publisher Cyberwizard's credit,  she fulfilled a promise of publishing the work in color.  This edition  remains available on Amazon.  It is very expensive, but I promise, it is  worth the cost.  There are page embellishments by a skilled artist,  along with the new color art, it is a beautiful work deserving of  collection.


Arthur Rex Eternus was born as a sequel to Lancelot, only the  publisher  requested my work, but never worked on it for a year.  After  that time I  asked Josh Brown (mentioned above) to edit and format it  and write a  tale, and we were joined by an artist Trent Westbrook.  Of my work, I  like these  poems, rather more than the Lancelot poems, despite liking the book on  the Lancelot more.  I think it comes from growth as a  writer, of course,  but also, having the freedom to work for Josh as an  editor instead of  someone I do not know.


THE QUEST OF ARTHUR: The Holy Chalice

I had an idea, to write about Arthurian love.  It was gold, GOLD I tell you.  Some see love as the ultimate quest, but lust interrupts that quest.    Some say fulfillment is the ultimate quest.   But does the Holy Chalice,  the Grail of legend represent fulfillment, or are we fulfillment of the  quest, when we love another fully?  Arthurian Romance and quests  surround the love of others, of service, and of lust.   Their quest is  to learn what is the Holy Chalice.

KING OF AGES
Editor Josh Brown

The concept of the book was new. Arthur and Merlyn are ever existing. They appear in different forms throughout history, and the future. The tales of King Arthur have appealed to me since my earliest  memories. When Josh Brown presented his  theme/concept for the book I immediately turned to the primal templates of Arthur and Merlyn. Arthur lived with the blood of a brave but  iniquitous man, Uther Pendragon in his veins, and was born of a rape of  the mother. Arthur was an innocent, despite the perverse origins, the one to counsel him, and announce him was Merlyn. Understanding them then from Josh's direction, I saw  Arthur as King and Merlyn his seer as the iconic theme of John  the Baptist, and Christ the King.  However, I also saw them in the  future, with Christ returning to earth, in the form of Arthur. But  wherever there is Arthur, there is Merlyn, and wherever Christ appears, he is foretold and announced by John.

BOOKS: ANCIENT MYTHS, HISTORICAL EVENTS AND ADVENTURES


AMONGST THE RUINS

This was published by Diminuendo publishing and is a book about fantasy and ancient events from the perspective of battle and adventure. It was purely text, and some people thought that it would be   a chance to focus upon my poems rather than the art and poems. I enjoyed the work I did, and despite a snafu that marred the first print, (the printer's proof was different than the final product and it was left with two pretty obvious and frustrating errors in product) I am proud of my words. It is now out of print. But Amazon has copies. You could also find the books, along with many others of my works at The Source.  If you are local, or, if you email them, perhaps they would do postal orders.


MYTHIC MEMORIES

The publisher of Mythic Memories is the person who was responsible for finding my project Lancelot and getting it in the publishing stream.  Jason Waltz of Rogue Blades Entertainment was great, remains a friend, and he did a magnificent job on this book.  I wrote this immediately after A Life of Ravens and thought of it, initially as A Life of Ravens II.  But it became a more focused work upon myth and is illustrated with public domain work and images from the great works of sculpture and history.


EMPIRE OF STONE

This book was originally written for a certain artist from a concept I  had that I thought he'd be perfect for illustrating.   But since writing  it, its been with various artists and now, it is probably being self  published.  As such, the work is a shared beast with lots of people  doing the work and I  have no idea when it will be for sure published,  other than soon.   The concept is a world where wars have left few  living, and Dwarves living in the lonely mountain ridge are beset in  final combat by hordes of evil beings... It is bloody and it is epic.   The cover is by Jason Moser, the interior art is by Trent Westbrook,  additional story telling is by Josh Brown, and Dara Syrkin kicked my ass  with the edits, thank you.


HUNT THE WINTERLANDS

This collection of stories came about as a result of brainstorming,  collective ideas, and some pretty damn hard work by the editor Josh  Brown.  Michael May, my oft co-writer and I had a concept, we had some  works that came in as a result of our creation of the series bible, but,  it was Josh who sewed the pieces together of this tapestry.   I am  proud of my short story, as it was hard to complete but, when finished  and after Josh's helpful edits, it is a story I am rather proud of.   As  a book by many this is a creation I am proud of, and am happy to say,  it is done.  Thanks to Josh, and everyone aboard.


EYE OF THE DAGGER

Friend Josh Brown and I had both submitted our works for a project and while both made it to the final round, we didn't succeed.  However, we  both disagreed with the decisions.  So Josh suggested that we do a  book.  I said, of course, huh? and he said, I'll do it.  Eye of the  Dagger is the first show of his genius in formatting and edits, he did  some stories, as I did, and so did my friend Marc Kleinhenz.  As a  result we wrote stories about assassinations and dark acts of  subterfuge.  I think it is a lovely work.


SAVAGE PAST: Lift High the Raven Banner

When an artist who took on many projects and then quit on all of them after two years, accomplishing 1 page and not a good one, even, I was steamed.  I went to a convention that I'd been guaranteed to have product to sell at, and in fact had very little.  Across from me was an artist who was spectacularly talented, and quiet.  He looked at my stuff, asked questions.  He asked me if it was easy getting the things I had into print.  Since all my work then was through publishers, I said no, but supposedly there are print on demand printers and publishers who should make that easier.  By the end of the convention we had traded lots of things, and made big plans.  Daniel Mann is a great artist, and I like him very much, so I am sad that we didn't do more than this, but I will say, I am glad we did do, SAVAGE PAST: Lift High the Raven Banner.  It is a single poem, illustrated, with a color cover, in comic book size, but with only a single tale inside.  Both Daniel and I have been told the story and art were great.  So, it was a good happenstance that happened.


AUTUMN PAINTED RED  Poems, Illustrations and Essays

A series  of events occurred leading me to write a series of poems, from  the  personae of the killer Jack the Ripper.   His acts were and remain  vile,  by any measure, and were more so in the past due to spectacular  events  media attention, the relatively new kind of crime spree, and,  the  letters used by the killer, possibly, and a vast number of hoaxers,  to  flame the intensity of the emotions regarding the events.  Never  before   had the media played such a role in a series of murders, and,  since the  time of the murders, all crimes of a sensational nature can  point to  this one as their influential source.  So I wrote from the  perspective of a participant, and provided a long essay, along with  Joseph Hilliard and Nichole Porter, and there is a special cover from  friend Daniel Mann.   Others participants include Kurt Wilcken and  Robert Wilson.     The  writing on it is intensely dark, and I would say  that the accompanying  images from Public Domain sources makes the work  a very stunning one.

WARBIRDS OF MARS
Anthology

I was invited to take part in this illustrated prose anthology utilizing  prose to expand the world of webcomic ongoing series.   Since I tend to  not work from the same page as others, both for good and ill, I tried  to think about how to tell stories that fit, without stepping on ground  that had been stepped on before.   The result are two small stories that  were fit into this anthology.   Thanks to Scott Vaughn and Kane Gilmour  for the invitation.


WINTER KILL
Alex Ness, Simon Huelsbeck &  Mark Orluck

I wrote this work as a personal journey, both a fictionalized autobiography, as well as a commentary upon the world.  It was made amazing by the images, first by Simon Huelsbeck, a fine artist who kicked major ass.  And then with a hopeful gallery by Mark Orluck, a beloved cousin of mine.  This was written mostly during my mother's hospice stay, and finished right  before her passing. It is a  work meant to be beautiful, and it is marred by 4 typos that  happened, due to my negligence of sorts.  Please forgive those, but read the  work, and understand, it is me, poured upon a page.  Mark and Simon were  wonderful partners to work with, and if I do ever work with people  again collaboratively, I'd love to work with partners so kind and so  talented.

WORKS with Artist Ed Quinby

My friend Ed Quinby did some excellent work with me.  His art was beautiful and enriched the quality of my words.  We did three books together, and I am very much his fan.  He passed away in 2016, and I am still grieving his loss.




CTHULHU/HORROR

Both of my Cthulhu books are written as a means to express within the stylistic walls of the previous builders.  HP Lovecraft and his circle created a world of horror.  I intended to approach it first in a found document sort of way, with journal entries, prose, and verse, along with images to add to a mood.  Cthulhu: Catastrophic Discoveries was written with a theme, that of human first contact with the horror of Cthulhu, exploration and discovery of something terrible.  I was assisted by Josh Brown in the endeavor.


SORROW OF THE CTHULHU SPAWN
CTHULHU: CATASTROPHIC DISCOVERIES


SAMURAI: CHERRY BLOSSOMS FALL

Short prose stories, Haiku/poems, quotes and images.  From the world of the Samurai warriors of Japan.  Josh and I wrote from our interest area here.  We both adore ancient and medieval Japan, and the Samurai embodies that deeply.  The Samurai commonly describes a warrior in Japan who serves a lord,  using combat skills and living by the code of Bushido. But not everyone  followed the code so directly, nor was every samurai so bold and  courageous. So while the truth is somewhere between the idealized icon  of fidelity and bravery, and bullies with swords, this work features the  samurai who lived by their code.  Inspired by the great and  legendary samurai themselves, this work of short stories, poems, and  quotes is meant to evoke, however briefly, life from the viewpoint of  the samurai.


Visitations into Sídhe and Tír na nÓg

These poems were written a long, long time before the book came out.  And thankfully, having Josh Brown as an editor & publisher, he put the shine on the old words and they came out nice.  I wrote poems about how normal human life takes place in a world very unlike Sídhe and Tír na  nÓg. This magical place is where faeries dwell, the Wild Hunt goes on,  and bodies never age. Go into The Gray with  poems about life and death, and love.


BIRTH TO DEATH

My life's observation came following the loss of my mother in 2012, my getting lymphoma (cancer) in 2013, and loss of one of my very best friends Cathy, in 2014. Life and death is our primary experience. Birth to Death is a  collection of poems that explore the joys and pitfalls of the human life cycle from beginning to end. Drawing on the personal experiences of his mother's death, contracting cancer, and the death of a very close friend, all in the span of three  years, Alex Ness poetically lays down the cycle of birth to death into  words.

DEATH STALKS US ALL

In my previous work, Birth to Death I dealt with losing my mom, my good friend and then having cancer in there as well.  It is not the end.  There is more to life than birth, eat, sleep and die.  A life lived without purpose and direction when lost to death, is a tragic waste of existence.  But a life that has been focused upon helping others, doing good works, having a family that has good positive values is one where the death will be sad, but the life had been used well.  How can we complain if we do not allow our flame to be wasted?  


MEMORY'S CATACOMBS

I suffer and have helped those who suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  My life has worth, as with those who I have helped, but due to the damage we've suffered, our lives play out differently.  We are alive, we are worthy of love, but due to our scars others treat us differently.  This is my story in verse, essay and images.

DECIDING DESTINY

A comprehensive look at the things that make up a poet, create a poet, and evidence of the work done.  Published by Uff-Da Press and Josh Brown.


ENTER OBLIVION

A work featuring poems, in long and short form, considering the many wars of human culture. Are we addicted to war?  If not, why don't we stop?  Less a philosophical look as it is simply a memory of the many events in human history called war.
MEMORIA & TIME ENDS

Two poetry collections, self published, with prose essays. In these two books I consider what goes into the act of creation, and why, the limitations of flesh and false belief in the mental construct of time. If we live to create a life worth remembering, we have to be aware that we all die, and some day we'll finally realize, time does not exist, our flesh is temporary, and we need to perceive the world around us, morality, and hope over fear. 
A VIOLENT STORM

Tales from the Viking era in poetry. I wrote and published this just prior to finding out that my DNA origins are themselves 95% Viking as my ancestors came from Sweden, Denmark, Norway, the Baltics, Novgorodian Russian and little else.


CROSSES AND CROSSBONES

I wrote a long form poem about the life of knight who went upon one of the bloody Crusades of the early 1100s or so.  It was published by Rogue Blades publishing.


WITH JOE MONKS

A joint effort centered in Minnesota, I cover a 1997 enormous ice storm and blizzard, where some teens at a rave are massacred, and in the present Joe presents a story that has references to the strange massacre from years ago.  I think it is my best writing, and some of that is due to Joe and his wife Pamela's edits, formats, and clean delivery. 


MY POSTCARD CREATIONS

All poetry copyright Alex Ness
Artwork public domain and personal work





Tuesday, June 27, 2023

Oblivious

What exists within, and what happens without
My love was always there, until it was cast out
By you, and not for any reason, but the distrust
You wanted me but not to love, but for the lust
Did you wound me purposely, to make me run
Did you send me fleeing, so that it'd all be done
My flesh was decaying, broken, gray and putrid
Was I so terrible, was my presence so ill suited
Why do I wonder, when should seem so obvious
My love for you permanent, but I was oblivious

Monday, June 26, 2023

E. ANN WALLACE

I have had four mothers.

My DNA mother Donna gave me up for adoption, but came back after searching when I was 54 years old. I'm grateful to have met her and my DNA family. Abortion was illegal at the time, so I was supposedly safe, but have since learned depending on the reason, various doctors would do one and call it medically expedient, I know had she tried, I'd not exist today. I'm grateful she chose life.

My Adoptive mother Shirley would've walked through fire to keep me. For she had just adopted me and with my brother almost 3, was given her second likely terminal diagnoses of breast cancer. She beat it once, and a second time as well. She then lived a long, hardcore, 1st Generation American of German roots passed through Canada (Winnipeg) life.

My 3rd mother was my Auntie Joan. She was a successful woman, who raised four kids, became the earner of the household when my beloved Uncle Leo had Lupus and became disabled. She was also the  kindest human I've ever met. Most every summer growing up my mother worked in Minneapolis and took my brother and I with her, to give my father a quiet month or more of summer. My brother and I felt more like siblings to our cousins.

But I had such fortune as to find a fourth mother, my wife's mother Ann. She was feisty, funny, earthy, and generous. She told stories of memories as when she was doing dishes during a normal day in MacKenzie BC Canada, and she heard ok it is my turn, she heard giggles, and a child went past her window going down head first into the ten foot snow drift in front of that window. They had lots of snow there. No one was hurt. And life was good. I love Ann, and did from the start. She supported me in so many ways, and while many mother in laws find fault with their child's spouse, Ann did so many generous and kind acts, if she didn't like me, she surely found ways to hide it. She passed due to an congestive heart failure, a long fight with infection, as well as a multitude of health issues through her life.

It might seem odd, but of my mothers, and mothers by circumstance, law, and affection, she is someone who didn't have to accept me, but did, and went out of her way to make my life, and thereby her daughter's, life better. I loved her and always will. I lost many people in my life over the last decade, and I have to say, it isn't easy losing those you care for.  It is impossible in ways to accept, but unlike anything else, there is nothing whatsoever you can do to change the result. Farewell Ann. You were a wonderful Mom for your kids, and to all of those new husbands and wives who became like your own kids. Thank you for being there for me and making me one of the many you adopted as your own and letting me be loved.

Saturday, June 24, 2023

Just Smile

What is there to compare this with, and why should I
A failure of modern times, saying that I couldn't die
No, try to be hopeful, positive, but I am, that I'm done
So what is there to hope for, when all my hope is gone
I can smile on command, as the stains of tears remain
The point is, the cycle I am in, has driven me insane

Friday, June 23, 2023

Eclipsed

In the middle of the mire of the clay, I became transfixed
And there was no one to help me, cried out, was unheard
The trap I fell in was hubris, believing that I was perfect
What I've found is that if I disappeared, I'd not be missed
Somehow this  heart was broken by the wisdom it learned
My flesh will pass, like any, but my spirit will have regret
For my love was a light, becoming darkened and eclipsed

Tuesday, June 20, 2023

Ready

The debts were paid for my sins, I'm not alone
My blood washed me, my foul existence, clean
I can't counted the wounds I caused in others
Forward to oblivion and my flesh a machine
I rumble on, as my soul become's smothered
But I'll not enter the abyss, all my sins I own
Forgive me, please, I just long for the serene
I have nothing but to seek divinity, and peace
I believe that the creator has a perfect plan
While I know I'm broken, he is the chosen
And whatever I see, with imperfect vision
Through him I will achieve release

Monday, June 19, 2023

Dream

I caught your scent, lingering upon the mist
Unique, it is painting my mind with hunger
Your beauty leaves me in renewed desires
Just the thought, leaves me feeling kissed
My heart beats, deep, repeatedly thunders
My imagination leads me to dream
In a future where we'll do everything

Sunday, June 18, 2023

Scars of time

The years act as markers of our lifeline, our history
We wonder the choices, if we solved our mysteries
But it doesn't matter if we have or have not done so
We enter life cold and wet, crying, into the unknown
Our planet spins upon an axis, responds to entropy
Forget all our dreams, fighting to survive, a legacy
We wonder, is our existence something so random
Somehow did we pluck joy from the desperandum
Or did we have a plan, a purpose, a sort of design
As we've few days to live, in the long run of time

"Scars have the strange power to remind us
that our past is real.” Cormac McCarthy



Saturday, June 17, 2023

Lost in expectations

Walking past the barbed wire fence, I began to wonder
Why do I live, am I frightened by lightning or thunder
My endurance is belied by this abject hatred of being
I suffer to the endless waves of apathy and entropy
Given a gift of life, why do I see it as being burdened
Let existence be celebrated, I may need your pardon
I've no trust in promises made, nor of stories or fame
Others are pushed to do more to escape a false shame
Life is meant to be more than consumption and greed
Life begs for answers, unfettered by reasons or need
Caged in by the fences, by limits grieving one's soul
Give in to abandonment, give in to having no control
Or all you love will be torn asunder, shattered, lost
Stop having expectations or you must pay the cost
Restore your personal agency, and reach higher
Or the life you live will not be called your own

“Non nobis solum nati sumus." Cicero

Friday, June 16, 2023

Only a Voice

I was asked how I endure, but truly, I do not
Flesh screams in pain, I've been breaking inside
I haven't an answer, I haven't a choice in my path
This world offers nothing, oblivion offers silence
I am unable to rise above, never escape the wrath
There is nothing within, and only pain without
My life is fading, but was never with in doubt
My flawed being left a mark behind in shadow
I never questioned my existence, only my choice
I lift my prayers, but worry it is a only a voice
No power unleashed, no forgiveness within
I'm alone, forever alone, cold as a stone
Now cast into the abyss of sorrow
Trapped forever in the solitude
Of the pariah and outcast

When I see it all

The flesh becomes dust, love rejects lust
In the madness of our days, we'll decay
If our hope fails, and becomes distrust
Our flesh is dying, our bodies turn gray
There is nothing but now, they all say
But I know there's something beyond
Something more, a presence of awe
I close my eyes, and in my dreams
I can't sleep, but I finally realize
The world's a stage, curtains fall
As reality appears, I see it all
Everything there is so beautiful
Everything that exists by the will
Of one so perfect of the name I am

"And He said, ‘Say this to the people of Israel:
‘I AM has sent me to you’” (Exodus 3:14)

Wednesday, June 14, 2023

Outnumbered, wounded, it does not matter

In the midst of a battle lost, a dream can seem shattered
Even with no hope of victory, the end is not determined
There's more than the moment, there is more we can do
A situation might be dangerous with challenges grave
But should one refuse defeat, this future can be saved

Tuesday, June 13, 2023

In a mirror, No reflection to guide me

I could love you forever, and I will
But do you care, are you fulfilled
Does it matter who I am, what I do
In the heart, do you care what's true
I was chosen and you saved me
Do you feel my love, or enslaved
Because you were my only, my one
And have tried since we've begun
Please tell me, I suffer in silence
Lend me some guidance
I cannot forever wait
Don't let me suffer this fate

Monday, June 12, 2023

Unlife

I've been lost for years, alive but without life
Lost joy, all my hope, and every single friend
Choices that I've made have become a prison
Casting away the scornful, critical, and fools
Every second spent for me has become strife
I have lived to die, I exist but I'm unforgiven
I have lost everything, I'm broken and a fool

Sunday, June 11, 2023

My Lionness

It was then and remains true
I could've never loved anyone
After I found myself loving you
Your beauty of flesh, very clear
The spirit form, manifestly fine
No other could inspire my heart
Scarred and ugly it had become
You inspire me more, in my soul
And often you inspire my mind
You have given me reason to exist
For my flawed being to even persist
You're cause of my soul's persistence
Against the agents of malice and hate
My sole defense, perfect resistance
Without you, I'd not have endured
You loved me, no strings attached
Your love has been absolutely pure
I never had reason to doubt you
I've something to shout about
I found one to love fully, enough

June 11 1988 to June 11 2023

Saturday, June 10, 2023

What is life?

If life is more than flesh and the biological determinants
I can't explain love, I can't explain compassion, or hope
I believe those come from more than the biological path
I understand hate, I understand doubt, I understand wrath
Life is a spectacle, violent, selfish, and painful for many
There has to be more, but what it is, I'll have to find out
May what I find, be good, and be worthy of the trials

Wednesday, June 7, 2023

Je Suis Fini, At last the end!

In this place I've bled out, until my flesh is gray
My heart emptied of blood, ink is my existence
No breathing as thoughts linger upon memories
And I know, there's nothing left, but the pain
Should I leave, inviting a new kind of cancer
Should I move on, there are no answers
Walked the planet, until body was bare bone
Searching for truth, not just truisms known
I can't survive life, birth is our fatal disease
I'll not lie to others, death will be a release
But not before my time is come, will I go
For there are others I wait to see
And embrace them again
Seeing their future bloom
I refuse to glorify doom
I am not the one to say
When or if I will stay

SILENT RELEASE

Tuesday, June 6, 2023

as soon as I understand, I'll let you know

I haven't the power, nor time
To tell you the hour, in rhyme
When you'll fade, enter decay
As soon as I understand
As the winds sift the sands
Of minutes and seconds left
I am permanently bereft
So into the stream I wade
My decision has been made
I want to stay
If only to see how it ends
To see how it will play
I must remain
However painful
However wounded
However much I bleed

Monday, June 5, 2023

The Broken Hour Glass

My mind is lost in all the thoughts of what I've done
The regret filled unfulfilled fool is watching the end
Fire in the skies above, now the apocalypse is begun
To me it's just a mercy killing, I'm ready to descend
Walls fall, crashing to the earth, before a black sun
Lost in transmission, empty messages were sent
Speaking of the survival of our flesh, I must run
For all I've done and sins, I know what is meant
There is this one chance, but I've been shunned
I deserve crucifixion, in time, I will have been
This is my eternal damnation, permanent regret
Flaws prevent my change, I'm unable to repent
But there is a choice, and I will take the leap
Into oblivion, or Heaven, my pain is deep

Friday, June 2, 2023

Beauty in recline

To measure beauty, people might compare one to what others find beautiful
But that is a manifestly false choice, for beauty stands alone from others
Beauty is evident, it announces the presence, it makes one feel fulfilled
But beauty doesn't exist by one's actions or work, acts of grace and mercy
Our appreciation of it, is unique to us alone, no single person defines beauty

Thursday, June 1, 2023

Imphi

The invader with his guns, cannon and horses
Were fought by spear wielding Zulu warriors
For a moment the modern men were defeated
By warriors using ancient weapons and fire
The world turned upside down, for a moment
But with every loss, replacements poured in
Modernity's weapons killed the ancient ire
Slaughtering so many anonymous lives
For a right to rule a land, a Colonial Empire
To bring wealth and civilization, to you
Never another people