THE TRUTH NIETZSCHE COULD BARELY FACE
Ah, it was sad when that great ship went down
I mean Friedrich Nietzsche himself
Titanic mind
Whose madness seemed to be
His chosen destiny
But there is more
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Taken with Wagner when his mind was young
N came to see that none of his imagined attributes of music
Could liberate the stuffed shirt lorgnette-wearing clients
Of Wagner’s Opera House
And so N’s mind moved on
He came on Sils Maria
And much more
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High in those bracing Alps he suffered migraines
And wondered about Love
And soon met Lou Salome
And fell hard
Then came a dose of heartbreak
Over Lou and over
N’s abandoned Christian parents
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But still he held that God is dead and slandered Jesus too
And wrote his Zarathustra
And felt he’d found his groove
But underneath he sensed
I think
There needed to be more
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He penned aphorisms by the dozen
Learned about rejection
Saw his time was short
Perceived a closing door
But planned a master Values tome
It ended a confession
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Upstairs at Sils there in the back
He penned The Antichrist
He let it slip that Jesus was
Indeed the only Christian
And thus past thinking crumbled down
Mid dreams about his father
And mind-bending conundrums
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He moved to Turin, Italy
A Square was laid before him
A horse was beaten in the square
He ran to defend him
And then the madness time arrived
The madness closed him in
Friends came apace to take him home
I’d say conundrum won
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His evil sister took him in — he was good propaganda
The Nazi lady had ideas
He sat alone upstairs a decade
Spectacle to see
And ended up an exhibit
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Posthumous Nietzsche had a life
But few surmised the truth
Nietsche knew that values were
The key to future thinking
He had planned great works to come
But left instead his Jesus cue
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Jesus had the bedrock values
He was the only Christian.
Tolerance the basic attitude
Helpfulness enablement for all
Democracy, the sovereignty of Souls
But with the end looming
Nietzsche could not face starting over
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He with Peirce and Wittgenstein anchors our fair future
He for tagging values, Ludwig icon-clasm, Peirce Cosmic holism
We poise ourselves before our Consciousness
For now we see that Spirit rules
Yes, Spirit is the way
And each Soul holds its own genius
Each Soul’s a Zarathustra
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I do not expect my thesis to be honored
Those on the other side can have their say
Jesus for me is the only Christian
For now he’s free to serve every last Soul
And free from the straitjacket of Church-lingo
His pristine goal is not that hard to see
We are all bound for an enlarged hereafter
Presaged by the mind of Mr. Nietzshe
Who lives among the Souls we’ll one day meet
