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Nihilism is best done by professionals.

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Animal Magic

What did you mean when you opened your mouth
And let all our secrets out
You told him what I was about
My cover was completely blown
I tell you darlin, Ive been watching the war film
I got a few ideas of my own
cos after teh film had ended the call for recruits was shown
And Im joining the professionals
I want to be a man
With all that animal magic
Ill do anything you can
Im joining the professionals
cos I want to be a man
Look! I wave my wand, watch the rabbit disappear
Join the professionals and learn to fight
I bet the two of you still laugh at me
For being as timid as a lamb
That may be still the way I look
Its no longer what I am
Been across to northern ireland
I came home with a new kind of charge
I learned to hunt in the night
I learned about camouflage
Been joining the professionals
And now that Im a man
With all that animal magic
Ill match anything you can
Im joining the professionals
This time Ill understand
Theres no way youll get by me
With the slightest sleight of hand.
Im joining the professionals
I want to be a man
Look! I wave my wand
Watch the rabbit disappear
Join the professionals and learn to fight
Animal magic

song performed by Peter Gabriel
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Professsional

PROFESSIONALS
It is his loved profession
As good as any occupation
Indeed a damned lucrative one
Yes! He is a born politician
People bowed him; not known
Whether it’s fear or devotion
But made he name and fame
And amassed wealth aplenty
Ample for his progeny
To guzzle for generations many

Earns he easily his yearned goals
Votes or any profitable posts
He expects nothing free to fall
Ready to pay in full to all
Be it dhal or alcohol
Sari, dhoti or a cotton shawl
Payola is his way to enthrall

To deal with his criminal trials
Hires he witnesses; those are professionals
For his public rallies
Engages he rowdies; those are professionals
To erase his enemies
Employed he in permanence
Personnel; those are real professionals

One day died he of a spell
Of unknown virus; doctors knew not well
His son as a true scion did deal
So nicely; like a true professional
While he got busy reading his father’s will
Entrusted the weeping menial
To mourners; those are professionals

Sathya……….

poem by Sathya Narayana
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Professional Crastination

Cant u see how easy it becomes
Procrastinate, were professionals
Get things done, you cant, too busy
Having fun were professionals
Professional crastination its a way
Of life if youve got lots of time
Put it off cause tomorrow sounds
Much better than today
Always late, not sometimes, occasionally
Consistently, were professionals
Professional crastination were living
In a procrati-nation
Why cant we ever be on time?
Professional crastination its a way of life
If youve got lots of time
Professional crastination were living
In a procrati-nation
Professional crastination

song performed by NOFX
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I think you'll do as well as most professionals. Most professionals don't beat the market. Let's not over-rate my industry. But if you have time, you can be in good mutual funds that have good records.

quote by Jim Cramer
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Sonnet: Doctors Should Not Strike

While everyone has liberty to strike,
And protesting for human rights is great,
None should endanger lives we like/ dislike,
As public sympathy then comes too late!

Some professions that save lives should desist
From doing things against ethics/ conscience;
The thought of strikes, they must always resist,
Resorting to dialogues of much patience!

For life itself is wealth and gift priceless;
No one has right to put others' at risk;
Our arguments to strike work turn baseless,
When tiny tots could die like lambs that frisk!

Our rights can wait but lives lost is forever;
Life-saving professionals to strikes, say, ' Never! '
Dedicated to all medical professionals on ‘Doctor's Day! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 26-06-12

poem by John Celes
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To Those Who Concern

Migrant workers from developing Third World
Move to developed countries for all sorts of work
They may be professionals or just basic workers
Trying to fill their pockets a little much tighter.

Their employers hire them instead of their own country men
Because they are the cheaper and more hard working ones
They don't understand workers' right and things like that
And work and work and collect their wages intact

The wages basic workers get are quite pathetic and petty
It barely is enough for them to send money back to their families
But for professionals the sum is quite attractive indeed
They can save and send money back to their families in need

These remittent money, says the governments of Third World
Boost their GDPs and increase their economic power overall
But that money, if huge enough, can increase the demand of commodities and land
And raises the prices in those Third World countries of concern

This is a problem for those who are trapped inside
With no family members abroad and self-ability to flight
They work hopelessly and barely survive for less than a dollar a day
Until their minds are exhausted and their body slowly decay

poem by Henry Chen
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If all men lead mechanical, unpoetical lifes, this is the real nihilism, the real undoing of the world.

quote by Reginald Blyth
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Disorganization

Let's get out !!
get the body out
get the nation out
get the way out
Virus, Sludge, Endorphin, Nihilism
Let's get out !!
get the brain out
get the sex out
get the word out
Virus, Suicide, Execution, Nirvana
Let's get out !!
get the blood out
get the gene out
get the world out
Virus, Scrap, Panic, Catastrophe

song performed by Zeni Geva
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The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihilism.

quote by Albert Camus
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Liberal capitalism is not at all the Good of humanity. Quite the contrary; it is the vehicle of savage, destructive nihilism.

quote by Alain Badiou
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I think there is an element of nihilism about, but I don't think most artists feel their work is meaningless.

quote by Leonard Baskin
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Free men are aware of the imperfection inherent in human affairs, and they are willing to fight and die for that which is not perfect. They know that basic human problems can have no final solutions, that our freedom, justice, equality, etc. are far from absolute, and that the good life is compounded of half measures, compromises, lesser evils, and gropings toward the perfect. The rejection of approximations and the insistence on absolutes are the manifestation of a nihilism that loathes freedom, tolerance, and equity.

quote by Eric Hoffer
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Angels War

Forest of dark labyrinth hides
Sighs of twisted olive trees rise
Spanish dungeons filled with devils
She time travels into eternity
Her ragged doll filled with blood
Peasant mother killed by dark riders
Talk too spirits in the forest
Saints without decomposed bodies
Divine kings oppress the masses
Secular man shall shine like heaven
Spinoza, Kant, Hegel, Nietzsche, Marx
Revolutions burning with nihilism
We are the insane offspring of confusion
Welcome to causes to politics and sides
Horned creatures with mauve eyes
Dreams where fairies anoint hope

Mirrors that lead too oblivion
Mercantile visions where fire dances
Starfish red as Jupiter’s angels
Rest in symbols under the glaciers
Run for placid pools of azure innocents
Purple passion fights yellow dwarfs
Sunken ships where ghosts swim
Islands of umbilical incest of non-being
Captains as cruel as torture
Carry out orders of totalitarian worship
State religions with symbols of destiny
Crush the pirates of never never join leaders
Franco, Stalin, Hitler join the denizens
Progress of a perfect union
Utopian knights riding for a fall

Democracy brings capitalism
Freedom to be rich and oppress
Some prosper some get the boot
The third world is stepped on
Train national guards for corporations
Governments set up for profit and trade
Imperialism reigns and prospers
Puppet slave states of peasants
Hawaiian shirts amidst the scorpions
All governments of men are corrupt
We are invaded by strange evil
There is an element here not in the physical
The world is a spiritual place
The world is a battleground
I see a story of good verses evil
We are in the middle with choice

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poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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A Nihilist

so everything is nothing,
a thing becomes a no-thing
they all disappear
they become nowhere

when a man dies
he becomes nothing

something that i cannot
really understand
these words are here
and you read them
they must not be nothing

yet i feel nothing too
and this must be something
yet to prove
this nihilism

there is this circle
and i do not know where
at what particular point
now, am i.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Is It That Must Matter Most?

it is easy to answer
that for a believer in God,
it is written, and there is an answer
there, Love of God, God's Love
His Mercy, His saving Grace
Salvation of the Soul
safe answers, Melvin,
answers handed from Adam
to his Cain and Abel
to the present generation
of X's and Y's
and even Jejemons,

but what about Melvin-

for those who do not believe in God?
What about these brothers?
What should matter?
What is the answer to Atheism
to paganism
to nihilism?

I am interested. Somehow.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Brain Without Orientation (Revised)

Quite content with my lot having finished
Rob Parsons ‘The Heart of Success, Making
it in Business without Losing in Life' - given
my shortcomings and limitations, and
specifically, the allergy

I couldn't have lived a self-absorbed creator's
passionate life, but I'm delighted to do
assembly-line translation for Government
departments, achieving the most important
goal: happy relationships;

My nuclear family is kindness itself - poet
brother a wise mentor who safeguards my
mental health, my twin sister much happier
now that her dreams are fulfilled - in short,
life's improving

Though phenomenological Zen-Buddhist
existence is impossible due to the allergy
I love reading and music - my routine job
entails challenging research, I might not
deserve merit but everything's significant

Falling into black holes and nihilism of life's
emotional roller-coaster yet I'm lucky,
content, my colleagues are wise angels
teaching me to concentrate daily, what
more could I ask, given my beginning as

A brain without orientation?

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Die Or Fly

Dangerous Reality TV ‘Hoarders' - people
collecting trash till drowning in houses like
garbage dumps made me feel I have to get
rid of my papers and books, life's useless;
at least I tidied my cupboard

Books read yesterday led to nihilism, wilful
acceptance of mental handcuffs unsettling,
self-declared intention to take free-thinkers
hostage, ‘Feet of Clay': Discworld religious
groups calling Golems an abomination

Just as Internet clergy reject codes in Bible; I
respect their right to self-righteously despise
anything they cannot comprehend - as long
as I never get to meet them, determined to
flee all causes of depression

Reading newspapers a disaster except when
Adapt Or Die becomes Adapt Or Fly, I had
to smile - we are adapting still and shall not
Die or Fly at political behest!

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Laissez-Faire Despair

I measure my state of depression by the books I am able to read,
when it becomes impossible to enjoy any hilarious romp by Terry
Pratchett, when Ecclesiastes and Proverbs are the only reading
material with any relevance - my mental gyroscope has come to
a standstill

As noise irritates me more and pressure is forcing me out of my
head and all I want is darkness, silence and death, it is time to
take drastic steps to feel better again, as I waft about in a smell
of Vicks VapoRub and swallow coloured pills by the handful
hour after hour

And start to hate and despise all forms of consciousness and life,
seeking the meaning of existence as opposed to happy non-being,
it is time to visit a quack to obtain poisonous concoctions and life-
shortening toxins to take the seasonal discomfort away, to stop
the disease

Which leads straight to the nihilism of laissez-faire despair

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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A fly in the ointment

She holds a toffee apple like a child
And he plays the mouth-organ mild.
They pass the time in the messy world
And they go on a ride in merry-go-round.

Though it’s bitter; Life is a carnival for them
And they make fun of showing realism.
Someone laughs at them who believes nihilism.
Sun & moon rise and set but never met in the sky of individualism.

He is alone like a featherless bird and very unhappy today
As it seems she flew to another cage secretly.
Now he feels the weight of life like mercury
And the mouth-organ plays the song of melancholy.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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However Gratified I Am

However gratified I am, always I'm left with a hunger
for something more than I've tasted before
as if my emptiness were not perfect yet and I were
ready to let everything ride on a single throw of my skull
up against the wall just to see what falls out of its own will,
or change my species once in a while. Over-reaching
perhaps, spiritual pleonaxia, something amiss with my heart
or maybe I just don't want to be left behind, resigned
to an expanding universe I can't keep up with.

Things are as they are. It's clear. My mind's a hawk
with the blinders off. I've thawed the diamond.
Enlightenment flows through my heart like electricity.
I'm shining. I don't need a star to find my way home in the dark.
I can look upon the earth demonically.
I can see it through the eyes of the angel.
But the fireflies have taught me all they have to share.
And the lightning looks like a slacker compared
to the discipline I exact from myself just to
shock me out of the old growth forest in my heartwood
like a chainsaw, despite the nails I've hammered into it
like a crucifix without a saviour, an ark without a sail.

Though I've beamed like the full moon out over the harvest
the bounty of life never quite fills me all the way up to the brim.
I'm always a dropp shy of my longing for completion,
as if there were always a crack in the cup I drank from.
And this agony has summoned me for years
from as far back as my beginningless beginnings
like a bell that swings both ways between sex and death
and though I answer it like the s.o.s. of a lapwing
by the time I get there, it's irrevocably gone
as if it were just a ruse that were leading me on.
Deeper into life? Though what I make of it, like the stars,
I make alone? No trysts on the rainbow bridge at midnight?
No god to rejoice in these works of love within me?
No abyss to delight in the sheer absurdity of it?

A gleeman, a jester, a sacred clown, a morose fool,
a mystic, a scholar, a sailor that went down with the ship
just to stay true to the spirit of the storm within me,
an open doorway for the dead to come and go as they please,
an astronomical prodigy, an optician of mirrors and prisms,
a cowboy Zen master who rode into town on a seahorse,
a poet living on the edge of the word that thrives like weeds
around the graves in the cemeteries of the dead metaphors
I'm always digging up like a dog who buried a bone.
A gardener on the moon, an usher of history, a lover
who learned to sing like a martyr in the flames
of a gnostic heresy that gave up all its claims to knowledge,

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poem by Patrick White
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