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Suicidal glory is the luxury of the irresponsible. We're not giving up. We're waiting for a better opportunity to win.

quote by Lois McMaster Bujold
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Suicidal Man

Waiting by the window
Staring at my shadow
Not believing what Id seen
Touching but not feeling
And wondering what I was dealing
And not knowing where Id been
So I began walking
To myself I was talking
But didnt know which way to go
Then I found a direction
And now I needed some action
But I should have just said no
Should have said no
Why wont you help me
Or give me hand
cause Im close to becoming
A suicidal man
What I need is someone
With a definite plan
For Ive waited for just about
As long as I can
Suicidal man, suicidal ...
So on my travels
Still with all my troubles
I found someone who cared
The answer was so easy
That all she did to please me
Was to say a problems smaller
When its shared
He was a suicidal man ...

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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You cannot spend money in luxury without doing good to the poor. Nay, you do more good to them by spending it in luxury, than by giving it; for by spending it in luxury, you make them exert industry, whereas by giving it, you keep them idle.

quote by Samuel Johnson
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Bloody Luxury

(coverdale)
Now when I first met you
I was rolling along,
Just a bar room crooner
Singing heartbreak songs,
An I supposed I could never get next to you
But, you seemed quite happy with my company
You kept my body heat steady at 103,
With your mouth full of gimme
An your body full of much obliged
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Youre a five star woman,
An you know what to give
To fill a part time loser
Full of reasons to live,
But, theres no doubt about it
Im taking a chance on you
Becos you get my heart beating heavy,
Make my knees go weak
You get me so damn nervous
I can hardly speak,
But, nothings gonna stop me
Hanging on my good luck charm
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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Where Have I Been?

'Where have you been? '

Where have I been?
Giving myself the opportunity to grow.
Reflecting.
Dissecting.
And self examining.
With the doing of those things,
That will bring an understanding.

Knowledge obtained,
Needs the support from others...
For more of it to be gained.
And I embrace those,
Who have come face to face with change.
Those who comprehend,
Nothing accepted today will remain the same.

Where have I been?
Giving myself the opportunity to grow.
And 'that' which isn't doing it...
I have to let it go!
Without debate or loss of patience.

I am reaching for a seeking of clarity.
I've sought Sun.
I am not one comfortable in hiding...
When those cloudy days come,
To delight in disguise.
My vision needs to be freed of fog or smog.

Where have I been?
Giving myself the opportunity to grow.
And preparing for all kinds of weather.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sad & Suicidal

It pains me to see you this way
To see you so sad and suicidal
If i could only kiss you
and make your problems fade away

I would.
I would die a thousand times
Before i could ever forget about you
I love you and i won't find anyone like you!

So why search for someone
When i know they could never
Compare to you!
I'll only be happy if i'm with you!

I can't stand
To see you so sad and suicidal
It rips me apart at the seems
and i unravel in front of the whole world

They stared an walked on!
Cause no one cares but you and i!
and it's only for us to handle!

I cried when i'd seen her sitting there
What a razor in her hand
and tears streaming down her face
She's so sad and suicidal

I sat up all night holding her in my arms
Singing 'you are my sunshine'
She has a lot to live for, but she doesn't care
She's so sad and suicidal

When she told me i deserve someone better
I told her you are my only love
and that will never change
She's so sad and suicidal

(6-27-05)

poem by Brandi Young
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Dipping Low

I went around the world till I found the right spot.
It was ultra sweet and just a little bit hot.
Dippin' low in the lap of luxury.
Dippin' low in the lap of luxury.
Now if you get down there you'll be doin' it right.
Yeah, once you got it you better hold on tight.
Dippin' low in the lap of luxury.
Dippin' low in the lap of luxury.
Now if you wanna break down I'll hold my head up high.
I'm a good mechanic, I'll go over you in style.
Dippin low in the lap of luxury.
Dippin low in the lap of luxury.

song performed by by ZZ Top
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Suicidal Idiocies for Life's Deficiencies

Suicide has such an overwhelmingly sadistic, succumbing seduction when pain seems so severly inevitable to treat or avoid its grip based on our abilities, or lack thereof, to not only recognize much more appealing emotions linked to suicide, but also to discipline the monitoring of our personal thoughts and actions into the seemingly impossible thoughts surrounding the actions of inspirational survival as well as the persevering passion for the ultimate recovery from such severly damaging excuses suicide attempts to create as a self-fulfilling validation for what a pathetic, worthless ambition it has been for you to have lived, to keep living, and to have ambition's true, authentic glory fulfilled only through the joyful, exuberant eternity given to us after death life could only dream about waking up to its never ceasing reality we can't even imagine its existence of until we are dead. In this contradicting sense of our battle between the reality realized every day we continue to live versus the extremely cumbersome, intensely overbearing obscurity of a death that is never realized its depth of reality until it has been finalized in only one day's actions, it seems like such a more profitable ambition to force death's one opportunity for the ultimate glory of your life to take a much more natural, healthier course of action that only life has numerous opportunities for not only securing the glory strengthened by living a life free from obscurity, but also securing the glory strengthened by a much more subdued, peaceful death leading to a much stronger sense of exuberant eternity suicide only seeks to destroy and severely downplay the significant worth of your life before and throughout all of your existing eternity. Live a great life rather than dying every day you could have been alive waiting for death's eventual obscurity validated through your willingness in living a highly fulfilling, significant life others will envy to imitate your life giving example in rejecting Suicidal Idiocies for Life's Deficiencies by indulging in Life's Unbelievably Potential Sufficiencies.

poem by Bill Darrah
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Of Luxury

Brush off the camps of luxury,
Brain after brain collapses with sites;
My boys are like cherries of this century,
With acting and glory as the effect of gladness.

This beggar chooses brotherhood to be the best,
The luxury came and went when elbows went,
The beads of bathing and swimming were lost,
Just then the boots concaved, with lenses of eyes.

The beef is eaten at the cow’s desk,
Bread shall be dirt as the dirt beams on the boots,
With luxury in store, and with cracking of bones,
Just then the beasts of battling converge.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Free To Decide

Its not worth anything more than this at all
I live as I choose or I will not live at all
So return to where youve come from
Return to where you dwell
Because harassments not my forte
But you do it very well
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
You must have nothing more with your mind to do
Theres a war in russia and sarejevo, too
So to hell with want youre thinking
And to hell with your narrow mind
Youre so distracted from the real thing
You should leave your life behind (behind)
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
At all, at all, at all

song performed by by Cranberries
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The Verdict

Did you do me right?
Did I do right by you?
When I bared my soul it seems you did not hear
Can this be true?
Am I fool to fight?
I could do just what you say
But Im following my heart and that takes me another way
Its not easy when theres no one one giving prizes at the end
Waiting in the wings
Wishing that the band would start to play
As the show begins
Wonder what the critics have to say
Waiting
Waiting
For the verdict
Some people live so fast
Theyre so scared of getting old
Some people keep on working
All they do is line their graves with gold
We dont know what happens when we die
We only know we die too soon
But we have to try or else our world becomes a waiting room
Would you testify for me?
I think Id do the same for you
Waiting in the dark
Waiting for the phone to ring all day
My witness disappears
Wonder what the jury has to say
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting

song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Lap Of Luxury

The money wont last forever ---
Rent man called twice today.
I hope some day youll find me
In the lap of luxury.
Searched for a new apartment
But they dont grow on trees.
Just want to lay my head
In the lap of luxury.
Stepped out on a new horizon ---
Felt a new spring in my feet.
Found a job, it could set me up
Dangling in the lap of luxury.
And the gaffer is a man of substance ---
Drives a jag and takes high tea.
Lives beyond the industrial wasteland,
Laughing in the lap of luxury.
I need money, now, to soothe my heart!
Buy me a datsun or toyota ---
Get the tax man to agree
All expenses I can muster
From the lap of luxury.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Knowledge is power. Most of us agree that something has to be done to strengthen Social Security, and I believe it's irresponsible to arbitrarily dismiss any idea, Republican nor Democrat, without giving it a hard look.

quote by Conrad Bums
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Opportunity

Opportunity, it is said,
knocks but once.
Opportunity, sometimes
knocks a few times.
The gospel truth is,
Opportunity's frequency is erratic.
Opportunity is a windfall,
in true truth a one-off affair.

This explicitly explains why
To the wise the plausible option,
is to grab the first opportunity.
Striking when iron is hot
Sparing oneself the guilt
Of not grasping an opportunity,
When it itself, presents.

Opportunity to the fool,
knocks when requested.
It is there to be clasped,
when really required.
No doubt missed opportunity,
is the facet of a fool.

Be wise, act rationally
Be guided by the reasoning
The time- tested saying
‘opportunity, knocks but once'.

poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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My Glory Is Not The Glory of God

MY GLORY IS NOT THE GLORY OF G-D

My glory is not the glory of G-d
I do not know what the glory of God is-
I do not know my own glory.
Glory glory glory
What’s glory?
We are small lost souls in a space and time so far beyond us
It is difficult to imagine
Even God knows how to deal with it.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Golden Opportunity

(ian hunter)
The kids are ok
Theyre telling you now
But youre letting them down
Cause you just dont know how
And its a golden opportunity
Im spinning in space
Im laughing away
Your so pathetic
I can just hear them say
Its like a golden opportunity
You better hear it
See hear it
Its a golden opportunity
You better hear it
Get near it
Its a golden opportunity
We reckon theyre rats
Now see how they run
My house is so common
And were dumb were so dumb
And its a golden opportunity
Scream all you suckers
Scream all you can
Im losing my bluff
Its a scam its a scam
And its a golden opportunity
You better hear it
You better hear it hear it
Its like a golden opportunity
You better hear it
You better hear it hear it
Its like a golden opportunity
Alright!
You better hear it hear it
Hear it hear it
Its a golden opportunity
Hear it
Hear it
Its a golden opportunity
You better hear it
You better hear it
Its a golden opportunity
You better hear it
You better hear it
Its a golden opportunity
(fade)

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Suicide III

Suicide is not just about death
Suicide is not just about depressive silence
Suicide is about the dead of the society
Suicide is about the ignoring silence of the masses.
Suicidal, a feeling beyond words
Suicidal, a feeling beyond expression
Suicidal, is synonymous not to death
Suicidal, a feeling, is not far from us.

Dead society with rocky feelings
Ignores the plea set forth by bodily language
Each of us busily busy with our own tasks
Time we have, but not the mind and heart to serve.
For a movie we take the depressed to relieve their stress
For a meal we take the suicidal to kill the seed suicidal
We enjoy the movie, we delightfully swallow the meal
We ‘presume’ our friends too shared the same feelings.

Deep down the deadly stalker lies in abeyance
Waiting to pounce by ounce, the victim remains haplessly helpless
Gnawing deep unto the conscience, into the being it merges
Dead fears them no more, only the moment waits to trigger the END.
We, the proud boastful members of the so-called modern societies
Skeptically ignore the pleas and cries of the few distressed souls
Assuming all is right because the victims look hale external
We let their inner turmoil roots deeper and deeper.

Their inner chattering continues
Contours of their rants appear on the face
The pricks of desperation surround their aura
Yet, we are busy planning the trivial of our lives.
Suicide is not just about death
Suicide is not just about depressive silence
Suicide is about the dead of the society
Suicide is about the ignoring silence of the masses,

Suicide is about our selfishness.

poem by cyclopseven Ram
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Sun Of Luxor!

THY GREATNESS HAS INSPIRED MEN!
THY MIGHT IS EVIDENT IN THY WEALTH!
THY LUXURIANT WAYS SPEAK FOR THEE IN MANY NATIONS!
THY RICHESS ARE GOTTEN OF THY INTELLIGENCE!
THY WAYS HAS SHOWN MEN THE WAY TO LUXURY!
LUXOR! OH LUXOR! !
TAKE ME WITH YOU ON THY MANY JOURNEYS INTO AGES OF LUXURY!
LET ME NOT BE LEFT BEHIND IN SQUALOR! OH LUXOR! !
LET THY LUXURY BE MADE MANIFEST IN ME AS WELL!
THAT I MAY BE KNOWN AS THOU ART KNOWN OH LUXOR!
AS RAR! LUXOR AMONGST MEN!
SUN OF LUXURY OVER ALL!

poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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The Luxury to apprehend

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The Luxury to apprehend
The Luxury 'twould be
To look at Thee a single time
An Epicure of Me

In whatsoever Presence makes
Till for a further Food
I scarcely recollect to starve
So first am I supplied—

The Luxury to meditate
The Luxury it was
To banguet on thy Countenance
A Sumptuousness bestows

On plainer Days, whose Table far
As Certainty can see
Is laden with a single Crumb
The Consciousness of Thee.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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For Purposes To Entertain The Perfect Existence

Assigned to teach,
Anyone unwilling to listen...
Or sit quietly wanting to learn,
Seems always to be an opportunity...
To question the abilities of the teacher,
With a finding of fault and a blaming to accuse.
And not one admission of being irresponsible,
From those too deluded to accept their own confusion.

'I did not raise my child to be boisterous.
And being disrespectful to others?
I just do not allow.
IF we had more certified and qualified teachers,
These problems of 'ours' would be solved.
With increased discipline to learn to 'see' this exist.'

~AND...
You have just won two tickets to 'Fantasyland'.~

Leaving those in leadership positions,
To know there are people with limitations on their minds...
Will eventually find crimes to commit.
And at the taxpayers' expense, safety is advocated.
So they campaign to build 'more' rehabilitation centers,
For purposes to entertain the perfect existence!
Giving those confined time to occupy their minds,
To be released with increased knowledge of God!