Not again
What I guess
You are right
You are right
I am correct
Not again.
Taking breath
I allowed death
And as such
It left.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I Dont Wanna Know
Well you followed me this far
Did you find out whats inside
Can you tell me what Im doing
Is it something I should hide
I dont know for sure
I dont wanna find out what I left there for
Im not scared and Im not lonely
Saving all my money or my breath
Im not looking for an answer
Or anyone to second guess no
You told me all your secrets
And I filled you up with lies
Now Im living honestly
Because I said goodbye
I cant go home anymore
I dont wanna find out what I left there for
Im not scared and Im not lonely
Saving all my money or my breath
Im not looking for an answer
Im not asking anyone to second guess
I was losing all my senses
I was losing all control
It was getting so offensive
Now you want me back for more
And I just wont go
If you think you know the answers
Youve got a lot of gall
Cause it gives you satisfaction
Knowing nothing at all
I dont care anymore
And I dont wanna find out what I left there for
What I left there for
Im not scared and Im not lonely
Saving all my money or my breath
Im not looking for an answer
Im not asking anyone to take a second guess no
Im not scared and Im not lonely
Saving all my money or my breath yeah
Im not looking for an answer
Im not asking anyone to take a second guess no
Take a second guess yeah
Take a second guess yeah
(hey)
Take a second guess yeah
(hey)
Take a second guess yeah
Take a second guess
(I cant talk to you)
Take a second guess
(yeah, yeah I know)
Take a second guess
(well I gotta go okay)
Take a second guess
Take a second guess
(over one billion served)
Take a second guess
Oh yeah
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Politically Correct
If you sing out Baa Baa Blacksheep,
It will have a terrible effect,
Who tells us that this song is bad,
The Politically Correct.
Enter our country illegally,
Then show us no respect,
Will we send you straight back, no,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
We're told not to smack our children,
As their minds it will affect,
That is why they run amok,
Thanks,
The Politically Correct.
If you have a criminal mind,
Then join a violent sect,
We won't hold this against you,
We're,
Politically Correct.
If you break in to a house or bank,
Your booty to collect,
We'll put you up if you get caught,
That's,
Politically Correct.
If you're addicted to illegal drugs,
We'll rush in to protect,
We'll say you are a poor wee soul, why?
It's,
Politically Correct.
You can take cocaine and smoke your hash,
Illegal drugs you can inject,
We're not allowed to stop you because,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
If you say Shhhh! Black or White,
Then I'm afraid you can expect,
To be told you're out of order by,
The Politically Correct.
How dare you celebrate Christmas,
That's a time we must all reject,
All Christians are now redundant,
Who says?
The Politically Correct.
We must now rewrite our history,
Our past must now be checked,
We cannot say we won the war,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
Politicians the world over,
Have their fiddles go unchecked,
Why? Because they make the rules,
They're,
The Politically Correct.
Terrorists murder ever day,
On our system this does reflect,
Are we allowed to hang them, no,
We must be,
Politically Correct.
If we try to deport these murdering scum,
We're told we must not neglect,
The fact we're placing them in danger,
That's not,
Politically Correct.
If we hurt their feelings and make them cry,
We must forget those lives they wrecked,
Try to be understanding,
It's,
Politically Correct.
We spend millions on interpreters,
But we're not allowed to object,
We can't force them to speak our dialogue,
Say,
The Politically Correct.
The government now want to seek me out,
I know now that I must defect,
For what I've put in writing's not,
‘' Politically Correct''
Correct Me If I Am Wrong
I am to stop my own progress.
To aid you in the taking of your steps.
And when you have elected,
To achieve what it is you need...
You will leave,
To proceed in another direction?
With the taking away from me,
My energy?
With a doing done that leaves,
Me with a lesser energy?
Who is going to assist,
With the replenishing of my needs?
You?
Or am I left to do that on my own?
Correct me if I am wrong.
Will you or will you not...
Take from me,
Only to have it dawn on me...
You have no interest in my needs.
And you have gone.
Correct me if I am wrong.
I've already learned those lessons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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ELECTION DAY TOMORROW May 1st,2011
No binding referendums or death with dignity allowed,
No compulsory voting set by the establishment crowd,
And what media moguls don’t like, is swept under the rug,
Nothing can change so the Ottawa bureaucracy is smug.
No death penalty allowed by the politically correct,
But appointed Supreme Court allowed abortion-clinics defect,
Activists want injection sites for criminal drug addicts,
Maybe in between the abortion clinics but no conflicts.
And convicts seem to have little problems getting a weekend pass,
By soft parole boards or wardens or some other jackass,
But binding referendums are forbidden and not allowed,
And they wonder why so few bother to vote under this cloud.
poem by James Bredin
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You're right—
234
You're right—"the way is narrow"—
And "difficult the Gate"—
And "few there be"—Correct again—
That "enter in—thereat"—
'Tis Costly—So are purples!
'Tis just the price of Breath—
With but the "Discount" of the Grave—
Termed by the Brokers—"Death"!
And after that—there's Heaven—
The Good Man's—"Dividend"—
And Bad Men—"go to Jail"—
I guess—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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A Vicious Cycle
Taking life and feeding death
a broken path, a fork in the road.
Screaming, beating, defeating,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Whispering cruel thoughts, stealing breath
voicing once hidden intentions.
Taking life and feeding death.
Gentle heat, steadfast heart
killing death to take a chance on life every fourth.
Fighting, winning and losing,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Encouraging and coaxing, giving life
pushing back the darkness until its turn to submit.
Taking death and making life.
Whipped around, a vicious cycle
full of life and death, each vital to survival.
Giving up, making a new start, taking a chance on something new
Still making no sense at all, but perhaps it's not ment to.
Degrading, crushing, Encouraging, freeing
Compromise, age, learning to wait.
Life and death, each vital to survival.
poem by Laura Cummings
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Sonnet: God Is the Most Perfect Judge
What happens to the man who flogs people?
What punishment awaits the man who hangs?
What happens to the judge who’s culpable?
What happens to the one who prisoner bangs?
Is torture correct to get at the truth?
Is he correct to shoot criminals to death?
What can be done to drug-addicted youth?
What shall be done to one who cuts one’s breath?
What happens to the practicing harlot?
What happens to the one who sells his wife?
What happens when you kill self due to debt?
What happens when you take away kin’s life?
The perfect judge is God who judges fair!
He knows our part in every act, threadbare.
poem by John Celes (2000)
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Grandma, I Never Knew You
I never knew you
You are my grandmother.
I get mad at God
For not giving me a chance
To know you.
You died ten years
Before I was born.
It breaks my heart
Every time I think
That I will never get
The chance to know you.
I look at your picture that hangs
Almost everyday.
I wonder if I have your eyes.
I wonder if I have your laugh.
I wonder if I have your smile.
I wonder if I have your nose.
I wonder if I have anything of you.
I guess I will never know
I guess I will never get to see you.
Death is the most tragic thing in life
Death is hard on me now than I was younger.
Death is what I have inside
Thinking of everyone that I have lost.
Death is forever
Death is longer than an eternity
Death is permanent
Death is a scar that never goes away.
Death is what I feel everyday
Death is what has to be.
Death is what is happening everyday.
Death is what no one knows for sure.
Death is what everyone goes through.
Death is the reason why I am the way I am
Death is what I fear…
poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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If It Is Their Wish
'They don't get it.
So it's best to leave them with their wishes.'
If it is their wish,
Not to see how they will benefit...
From the taking advantage of someone's experiences,
Guess who is left to get more rest?
And guess who's life is detected less affected,
By their acceptance of their own foolishness?
~But what is it that they don't get? ~
'That person who is giving to them voluntarily,
Relieved from getting caught up in their mess.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Marilyn
She lies
Upon her bed so still
unable to summon up the will
to get out and face the day
as time slowly slips away.
She shies
From the inevitability
not accepting reality.
For Death is approaching fast!
How much longer will she last?
Her eyes
Look around at the family
gathered so uneasily
as they gaze helplessly on
knowing she will soon be gone.
She tries
To fight for her very life
to remain there as his wife.
But she's unable to speak
and her body is so weak.
She sighs
Exhaling her final breath
and her body gives in to death.
The finality of death is felt
by her bedside as they knelt.
She dies
Breathing out lifes last breath
and succumbing to her death.
Lying there upon her bed
all motionless. She is dead.
She flies
Her soul to worlds unknown
and he's left there all alone.
Helplessly looking at her there
beyond the reach of his care.
He cries
Gazing upon her lifeless face
and holding her in his embrace.
Unable to prevent the flow
of his deep sobs of sorrow.
'Arise'
She is summoned before God
to account for the paths she'd trod.
Stands alone before Him there
as her life's deeds are laid bare.
Surprise
Our turn too will quickly come
when God shall call our soul home.
We too must pass through death
when we draw our final breath.
Be wise
Let's kiss God's Son while we may
to survive that judgement day
then through Jesus we'll be forgiven
and allowed to enter into heaven.
Days of Depression
End seems so near of life
My breath has been nearly taken away
Meaning of life has been stolen
I am breaking apart with nothing left to say
I am draining out so soon
Feels as if world will end, very soon
Nobody, will care for me anymore
I will be left stranded between the four walls of darkness
If it ever happens, I will just die.
Since, the cage I have left forever
Now never I am looking back as otherwise I will get broken again
At least now hallucinations are less, even though I feel really low
It feels like darkness of depression will be taking over
Maybe it will and I am scared of it
Really, very scared of heavy days of depression
As the pain can hurt
The watery tears turn into colour red
Dark and bleeding is the sorrow
End can seem near, when such a darkness takes over
The meaning of life gets stolen
No energy remains and death comes nearer than ever
Death becomes the only option of life.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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HAVE WE GONE OFF THE RAILS? Apr 10th 2011
If we can accept an abortion clinic on every street,
Imposed by our appointed Supreme Court as hard as concrete,
Politically correct holocaust of unborn babies now,
Never mentioned in Parliament and was just not allowed,
Where death with dignity, unlike abortions, is an offence,
And appointed aristocrats will show their lack of elegance,
Where binding referendums are both illegal and banned,
And those who are politically correct think this is grand.
And our coming election is not about to change one thing,
It’s about the upper echelon as they pull their agenda string,
No wonder that less than half Canadians even bother to vote,
What’s the use, if what they want to change, they can’t promote.
Apr 10th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Cushy Canadian Criminal Care
In Canada, we’re not allowed to have prisoners on death row,
Though its a place where legal-aid lawyers could make a lot of dough,
Because executions are not politically correct.
And bail is easy to get regardless of whose life was wrecked.
Double credit for time in jail as they await being sentenced,
Can take years off their time in jail so no need for much repentance,
Just one more shameful Canadian reluctance to enforce,
And no changes because politicians are all out on the golf course.
And Canadians convicts around the world want to come home,
To our soft system that is as comfortable and soft as foam,
And then onto the Supreme Court for bail and even more Charter rights,
Could be free on vacation in no time taking in the tourist sights.
Nov 29th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Celebration Of Death
Laying breathless like a log
with the little white stone in my
mouth taking every record of those
who show their love, Let my love
ones touch my head to my toe.
Jamboree is the order of the day,
drink to your full, hips move with legs.
Lift me up, let my wood box be touch
by all, tears of joy is the other of the
day, guess why cos it is the celebration
of the death, star in death, paparazi
taking shots. As i go down let flowers
trees rejoice cos am bringing blessing.
Heaven is open as the celebration
continue, the fact is that i will be back
after the celebration of the death.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Think nothing
Think nothing
While taking breath
And think nothing
While dreaming
And think nothing
At the time of
Breaking dream
In the midst of war
War is a life
And without war
How can we survive
War is the life breath
Think nothing
While taking breath.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Canadian Death With Dignity
What if I catch painful cancer and want to lie down and die?
If I took some diazepam; could I wave everyone goodbye?
Everything arranged so there is no problem with the law,
Therefore we need to change the law in case I need to withdraw.
But death with dignity is not politically correct,
Religious politicians refuse to discuss this subject,
As if they themselves will never get very sick and die,
Locked into their own party agenda and I don’t know why.
If Oregon and Switzerland have this type of death, why can’t we?
If we were allowed a referendum, we would surely agree,
But these too are forbidden by our righteous up above,
Trudeau’s Charter of Rights gave us nothing to be proud of.
Dec 4th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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It Is Seen
Is he guilty?
I don't know.
Are we?
To allow conditions,
He did not present...
Go on?
As it shows?
Is he guilty?
To admit what has been wrong...
With a wish to correct?
Sticking out his neck.
And putting his life on the line.
While those who are responsible...
Take everything away.
Including our last dime.
And we want to identify him,
For the many years we've allowed these crimes?
He is not the one we should find fault with at all.
But I bet he is thinking,
We are collectively out of 'our' minds!
And 'if' he can assist in reversing that...
He should be praised for taking 'his' time,
To help us unwind from insanity!
And 'that' worldwide is being watched,
As it is seen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Idle Chatter About Your Death Aug 20th,2012
IDLE CHATTER ABOUT YOUR DEATH AUG 20TH,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Why can't we have death-with-dignity installed?
Why are so many Ottawa activists so appalled?
Several US states and European countries have it now,
Could we tell the Supreme Court that we want to be allowed?
Even pompous High Court judges will eventually face death,
Even they too, each one of them, will eventually run out of breath,
Why have they imposed their views; so Canada is no longer grand?
Is it religion or some other ideology or just follow the band?
Why is it so strange to change and relieve the terrible pain of death?
But Death with Dignity could help before we run out of breath,
Sue Rodriguez found out the hard way about this vital matter,
Extreme Lou Gehrig's pain does not allow for idle chatter.
AUG 20TH,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Abortion Clinics May 13 2011
Are Canadians being replaced by those who believe?
That a holocaust of unborn babies is a way to achieve?
And subsequent population reduction will be great?
They even ensure that this subject is never up for debate.
Appointees in the Supreme Court are much higher than god,
With a hidden agenda and a politically correct nod,
Their Supreme Court decision on abortions proved one thing,
Death with dignity is out but abortion holocaust is in.
How does one get an appointment to the Supreme Court?
Is that question too delicate where women are allowed to abort?
But the Supreme Court made that law involving unborn baby deaths,
Babies before they had a chance to take their first breath.
May 13th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?
poem by Triauna Hall
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