Leftovers
Imagination usurped the mystery of awareness many long ago’s in the mind’s evolution.
It is not easily recovered, except in minds able to turn a blind eye to the world, to the cosmos.
Seers, mystics, sages, who wander freely about, aloof from the helter-skelter of the sensory theater.
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Jesus was a troublemaker, and Buddha, too.
Both were tortured as the given cultures saw fit.
One died painfully on a cross, that turned into a cult.
The other, tormented still, as a garden statue,
Shit on by birds scavenging for worms.
And Nietchze, poor Nietzsche, poor Nietzsche.
He is still one-flew-into-the-cuckoo’s-nest, bat-shit crazy,
Over the way his life’s work was usurped, and twisted into doublespeak,
By Hitler & Crew, with the aid of his sister, that ultimately killed and scarred so many.
Which brings up the fact, that Jesus is not happy about how many have suffered in his name, either.
None have come back to save us, to lead us to God, at least, that any true believers,
Or town-criers, have thus far noted in the unpopular popular press.
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Who can know the acclaim, the derision, the anonymity, their life work will bear.
How many great thinkers, great mystics, would perhaps burn their entire creation,
Rather than have their good intentions be twisted and usurped by the small-minded,
By the self-serving trolls that ever lurk in the shadows waiting for quarry to feed upon.
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History is a rolodex of story after story.
All born of imagination’s usurpation of the moment.
So many pretending they know so much, pretending to be so much.
An absurd little dream of countless forays into every inanity imagination can devise;
All to be forgotten in natural selection’s unintended consequences file.
Soundbites
Do not be usurped.
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Is there anything that cannot be usurped?
Titles, Titles & More Titles
Imagination: The Great Usurper
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Do Not Be Usurped
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The Usurpation of Truth