Death
There are many worse things than death that can happen to you,
It’s the pain and sickness you suffer before you die and accrue,
Because death can get rid of cancer pain but what a way to go,
It’s so bad that some contemplate suicide but can’t let us know.
Because suicide or assisted suicide is illegal here,
And our politicians all look at this issue with great fear,
Not politically correct and religion is involved,
Wont touch it with a ten-foot pole so nothing is solved.
But Holland, Oregon and Switzerland already have these rights,
Though I doubt if some pedophile priest will give you the last rites,
And doctor’s Hippocratic oath tends to stress that this is harm,
But if you took diazepam would you cause some great alarm?
Dec 6th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Her Bliss
Death is in the flower's heart –
Why to cry for life of any petal?
Death in purple ink of weary pens
Betrays the written yearnings
On her scented paper.
Death is laughing in her cry;
Her broken heart forlorn upon the sleeve.
Death ignores the plight of any purity –
He doesn’t care or seem to be aware of
What her dewy eye desires,
For Death beckoned:
'Embrace the jar! '
And yes, she did –
For Death, of course.
After all, no other man would
Open up her hand and bid her with a kiss,
So Death became her bliss.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Dear suicide
Dear suicide
Why I ‘am alive?
Suicide suicide
Why is so sad?
A lot of pain in my life
Suicide suicide
My heart is so black
Full of pain and sadness
Suicide suicide
My thoughts were so nice
But now I’m so sad
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I always cry, don’t hurt me again
I just want to be free and fly
Suicide suicide
I don’t want to cry anymore
All I want is fly in the sky
Suicide suicide
The end is coming for me
The beginning of the end of my life
Suicide suicide
Just let me rest in peace
And never come back
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Time to go
I say goodbye
Suicide suicide
Thanks for listened to me
I’ll see you in my new life
Suicide suicide
Adios
Ciao
Goodbye.
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Suicide
Suicide
I love that word
Suicide
it sounds nice
Suicide
it tastes like freedom
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nothin to live for
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Suicide
these wounds wont seem to heal
Suicide
this pain is just to real
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theres just to much that time cannot erase
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hard and deep
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why am i still writing
Suicide
Goodbye
poem by Victoria Fierro
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Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Pull the trigger
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Noone will care
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Time to end your pain
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Heres the end of your game
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
poem by Lizzie Resendiz
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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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A Valentine in Pain
A dream of hidden death,
Embedded in her flowers –
Dripping; drenched in nectar tears
Now the dream of dying soul;
Confined, a trembling heart is
Squeezing out the ember years
And in her dream of youth,
Abounding buttocks writhe,
Acting out the careless dares
But the dream of hideous beauty:
Self-delusion, begging fears
Evolving from an agonising birth, her
Blacker days eclipsing; draining worth
‘So ugly living calls to die –
Forever in the dreams I cry! ’
Erotic debt; a laughing lie
Were done for her –
A blade for sure!
The dreams to cure!
A calming sigh…
And in a smile of pain
She bled and waned
Her cold pathetic bye
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Suicide Suicide Suicide ride!
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Den
Brain walls: bio-insulation keeps me cosy
in my hidden room.
Eye balls: bio-windows let me peer and sneer
upon our filthy race, with
Ear holes – bio-microphones – assuming tones
I only wish to face.
Inside, I flit between assimilation,
fantasy, and desperation – each another room
for me to occupy –
as in a nest or burrow, a honeycombed hive –
fathoming which to best survive in;
harbour me from that outside.
Shit! It’s just as bad in here –
I need another den to hide in!
So where’s a niche to keep me from the world,
but also from my rabid head?
Yes, of course –! it’s being dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Assisted Suicide
Why is death with dignity seldom mentioned in our land?
Is the mere mention of assisted suicide illegal and banned?
In Oregon, Washington and Switzerland; it’s already there,
So Canadian media or politicians should not scare.
Why is this one human right denied with all government might?
Though they have abortion clinics killing babies day and night,
And a federal or provincial election almost every year,
The subject of death with dignity is avoided with great fear.
It seems as though our politicians never think that they will die,
Is this stupidity or policy where they demand we comply,
And like binding referendums, it will never be discussed,
As they look at us, mere mortals, as though with complete disgust.
poem by James Bredin
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Assisted Suicide Is Banned Feb 11th,2011
Just suppose you wanted to die because of your situation,
suppose you had bad cancer and lost your job at the gas station,
And no one could help you with the awful pain and distress,
And suicide was deemed the only way out of your alful mess.
But of course this wont happen to you because you are young and strong,
Because being young and healthy and nothing much ever goes wrong,
But slowly, ever so slowly, you grow old and closer to death,
Sorry... but you are programmed to eventually run out of breath.
But in Switzerland and Oregon and Washington, they can,
Arrange for assisted suicide though here it’s completely banned,
Our establishment and politicians don’t really care,
Something to do with the appointed Supreme Court so they don’t dare.
The same court that allowed abortion clinics on every street,
And no one complained about the large number of babies they delete,
Where ladies have their babies killed every day at the clinic,
And we accept all these events and no one will admit being a cynic.
Feb 11th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Politically Correct Politicians Mar 12th 2011
If we had compulsory voting, we would eventually get there,
You are forbidden to think about this or even compare,
Our politicians just love the present first-past-the-post,
Where the combined opposition always have many more votes.
And folks who refuse or fail to vote should get a substantial fine,
On their next year’s tax return which they cannot refuse or decline,
And binding referendums should come up for compulsory debate,
Though the politically correct will always say it’s too late.
And our future deaths-with-dignity should also be discussed,
Assisted suicide will not disappear like a cloud of dust,
If they can do it in Oregon and Switzerland, why not here?
What do politically correct politicians have to fear?
Mar 12th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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She’s Gone
Eyes bemused –
A disconnect
Dermal swathes of young and old
Reject the guessing of your age
You’re blind –
A blueprint for blankness
Your dreaming pipes through nothingness –
Are you still afloat? – atop the oceans,
Heaving, heavy over Hell,
Boiling, spoiling in a mind that couldn’t cope.
Ah! but Death smiles
And so do you
Kissing Him
Is all to do!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The Suicide Train
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The Wrong Suicide
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suicide suicide i bid you good bye
poem by Danyelle Tedrow
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The Wrong Suicide
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suicide suicide make me bleed havely to night
suicide suicide i bid you good bye
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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Legalization Of Assisted Suicide Mar 22nd 2011
Legalization of euthanasia and assisted suicide
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jamesbredin.com
A slow painful death is the worst thing that can happen to you,
No way to escape as you wait in the agonizing queue,
Oregon, Washington and Switzerland have Death Dignity laws,
Canadian politicians see this as too many flaws.
Our appointed Supreme Court decided it can't happen here,
Therefore our obedient subservient politicians have no fears,
The subject cannot even be discussed in Parliament now,
As if this holy subject was a forbidden sacred cow,
Religious diehards want the issue to die or just go away,
We have to wait to die, they say because then, that's judgement day,
When your sins are counted and you go to heaven or he
poem by James Bredin
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Suicidal Feelings
Suicide
I feel no fear
Suicide
I wish you were here
Suicide
I will use a knife
Suicide
I want to end my life
Suicide
I need to escape, be free
Suicide
ANSWER ME
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Take me away
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Make it today
Suicide
Your all over my mind
Suicide
Free me from my kind
Suicide
Let me pass in peace
Suicide
I need to release
Suicide
Now down i lie
Suicide
Goodbye
poem by Lucy Pickford
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Suicide! !
Suicide
It's all i think about
Suicide
Can't get it out
Suicide
So hard to resist
Suicide
resist the urge to slit my wrist
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wishing i had a gun
Suicide
all i have is a small razor
Suicide
so i drag the blade across my legs and arms
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wishing to do myself much more harm
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and i wake soaked in blood
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cuts all over my body
Suicide
and im still somehow alive
Suicide
deep and long so much blood lost
Suicide
how am i still here?
Suicide
I really need a gun
Suicide
one day... one day
Suicide
poem by Kaliaha Hogue
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Suicide Sweet Suicide
Suicide sweet suicide, I yearn to be near,
Yearn to be with you, but I dont out of fear,
Suicide sweet suicide, always on my mind,
Body cold and stiff, now my pain I've left behind,
Oh sweet suicide, please take me away,
R.I.P. to me, too bad I couldn't stay,
But the hurt was too much, tears I always weep,
Blade drags across my skin, this time I'm cutting deep,
Deep, deep, deep, deeper, than ever before,
Oh sweet suicide, don't make me suffer anymore,
Suicide sweet suicide, I'm escaping all of the harm,
And giving myself to you, so please accept me with open arms,
poem by Niakeva Thomas
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DEATH NO WAY ... Nov 19th,2012
DEATH NO WAY … Nov 19th,2012
By
James Bredin
No death with dignity though their abortion clinics reign,
This doesn't make sense to a person with a normal brain,
The Ottawa aristocrats will not allow assisted suicide,
We could go to Switzerland where their government will provide.
And no one complains because we're politically correct,
We just wouldn't want to show Ottawa any disrespect,
Sue Rodriguez went all the way to the Supreme Court in pain,
With terrible Lou Gehrig's disease was treated with distain.
How long can the Ottawa aristocrats hold off on assisted suicide?
While killing babies at abortion clinics that they provide,
As though no one really know what is really going on,
Either way; in a few years, we'll all be dead and gone.
Nov 19th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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