“Curse is the very ground because of you.”
The fear of you shall be upon every living
beast of the earth, every bird in the air,
upon everything that creeps, and all the fish
in the seas.” (Gen. 3: 7, 9:2)

And so it has been
since the birth of
Ha Adam:
parasite of the planet,
pillager of earth,
poisoner of waters,
polluter of air,
mass murder
of all species,
including his own.

Socrates’ rational
creature --
yet Nietzsche’s insane
creature –
the product of reason
severed from the earth’s
greater wisdom,
the deeper ecology
from which all life
was formed.

Yea, the true face
of evil is
that of lewdness,
power-lust,
violence,
deceit.
And it is always
a human face.
For Satan is in truth

the Dark Side of Man…..

The ego brings on
separateness,
mortality…
our cosmic source
forgotten….
We each then cherish
our separateness
and dread its loss
when its final
surrender is required.

Whenever I perceive
a purer part of nature,
I feel a subtle sadness
at my apartness from it,
a longing to cross the void
between myself and
the nature outside myself.

Even the splendor
of the trees, grass and sky
seem but a baroque veil
separating me from
a profounder essence.

When in dim antiquity
were we first cast out
from our animal innocence?
When did our cerebral fruit
of knowledge
first take dominance from
the primitive brain?
The cost was banishment
and exile…
Forced to
steal fire
from the gods,
we, like Prometheus,
suffered
the vultures of painful
self- awareness
consuming our entrails.
Like Adam, we must suffer
the knowledge of non-being.

Part animal, yet unable to return
to instinctual bliss.
Part angel, yet unable to attain
immortality…
We, each of us, remain trapped
between the jungle of the beasts
and the heaven of the gods….

forbidden to enter either gate….

From that misty time
when our brows retracted,
when our brains became intact….
never again
would human nature change…
With progressive tools of genius,
but still the morals of beasts,
we continue to deceive
and remain deceived
in utter darkness.

“Where is God?” Nietzsche cried,
“Are we all his murderers?
How can this be?”
When was God exiled
to now exist outside nature
and ourselves –
and yet remain created
in our own apelike image?
Could the roaches’ God
remain so aloof…
and still resemble a roach?

Yae, if no God exists,
then only we are gods –
but dying gods,
with no immortal souls….
Or will we someday know
something within our souls,
not hominoid like ourselves,
but a shining Beacon
to our true Source
in life’s infinite Mystery….

IN SATAN’S NAME

The name of Satan,
drawn from the darkness
of our own souls,
becomes the goat
bearing our own horrific sins –
the projection of human evils
too unspeakable to own.

Nay, the dark side needs
no disembodied spirit;
nor did the devil
make us do it.
We ourselves do it all…
and always on our own……

(See the poetry section for more
religious poems if you like.)

_____ Savant

Storms of life roll in like
waves
unfurling fiery scrolls.
But each will pass.
Then comes the calm,
the period of repose.

So when those storms of life
surge in,
no need to be forlorn.
Ride out each wave with
inner calm.
Then surge ahead with
inner storm….

______ Savant

Night rain in the city….
Across the mists
of neon streets,
cold wind gusts
in watery waves.

My reflection in the street….
A man in a raincoat
flowing down manholes
into underground waters.

Past loves gone by….
Left to surge down drains
into darkness,
or collect in quiet puddles
waiting for the sun….

Tears and raindrops
bead my glasses….
Seeing fragments
of a lost love falling
from the cold night sky’

and trickling
into empty streets….

It may be that love
is what we all want
to receive.
But is there yet
a greater need
few realize and
all possess…
the need to give one’s love?

When love’s rare warmth
began to stir,
I used to let it die
unheard, untouched,
unknown.
But then, each time
some part of me would die
alone.

For great grief came
not for things done
but things undone,
unsaid.
tender thoughts silenced,
loving deeds left wanting,
gentle feelings unexpressed
and gone dead.

But soon, it’s too late.
For unkindled sparks
become cinders.
The flame flickers…
then expires
in the finality
of ones own…
death-bed.....

Suddenly….
all music fades to
dissonant tinkling …
all beauty ebbs
in murky shadows…

True love now
a laugh…
and God but
just a lie…

Now poetic words
become as scarlet
wounds
My pen slices shreds
of all I loved…

The sun still shines warm
in the summer sky…

But why have I grown
so cold…?

With the deep brown eyes
of a gentle fawn,
still sparkling in the mist
of morning’s dawn.
and a soft, soothing voice
like a cool summer’s breeze
that calms my restless nature
and leaves me so at ease.

Only you can quell the savage
who dwells within my soul,
and bring to life within me
what I need to make me whole.

The flames of passion often
burned in days of long ago
for those whom I could never love,
but this I did not know.
For passion’s flame within me
fanned too wildly and too bright,
while the deeper, softer light
of love lay hidden out of sight.

Then you suddenly appeared to me
like a vision from above.
You took me gently by the hand
and taught me how to love.
Now when I look into your eyes
and hear you speak to me,
lost flames again within me burn,
But this time

…. tenderly.

The moon was our spotlight,
shimmering silver in your hair,
as we danced through the mists
of the cool night air.

Stars sparked in your eyes
as your lips brushed mine,
and we danced through mystic
moonbeams,
intoxicated without wine.

Enchanted nights to cherish
in our never ending love,
In my memories we’ll keep dancing,
though you’re now somewhere above….

But you never really left me
because such memories burn too bright.
And we’re still togetherdancing
in my dreams each lonely night.

Soon I too will be gone from here
and be back by your side.
for in the realm of mystic dreams
true love never dies.

Then once more we’ll be together,
forever young,…
forever laughing…
forever dancing….