Right To Die
I feel I should have the right to die when and where I want,
And disobey orders from the establishment commandant,
It doesn’t matter to me whether I go to heaven or hell,
What happens in this world is more important as you can tell.
God forbid, I should suffer from an incurable condition,
Some intolerably painful unfavorable position,
Where the doctors’ hands are tied because of our stupid ancient laws,
And I might like to die quickly and painlessly during a pause.
I hear diazepam or chloroquine could let me die on time,
But we can’t buy that stuff because right now it could be a crime,
So we need to change the rules about assisted suicide,
If we could do that, we could turn dying into an easy ride.
Dec 15th,2010
poem by James Bredin

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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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LoVe AnD SUiCidE *wat the hell is the difference? ? ?
Love and suicide are the same to me
They both can cause some serious pain
Love and suicide if not attempted right
Make u suffer till u know that life hurts
When love and suicide go rite
They feel so wonderful
I would trade my suicide
For love
And my love
For suicide
But which one would u choose?
It doesn't reallly matter
I think i might go with the less painful one* suicide*
Let's just wait and see................
poem by Emily Sleator

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Suicide Season...
Every day is a suicide season for someone
Someone who enjoys pain
Always placing the blade against their skin
Watching themselves bleed..
Why make yourself suffer when life does it for you?
Why harm yourself when other things harm you?
Why commit suicide when you will die later?
Why give up hope when you have friends?
Every day there's someone placing a gun against their head
Ending their life with out reason
Without saying goodbye to the ones they love
People say millions of family loses someone they adore to suicide
Sometimes the world doesn't seem to hear the painful tears the children cries
Hoping someone helps them change their mind before
They think of ending their life
A suicide season gives me such a fright
Imagining a kid hanging himself
A girl stabbing herself in the heart
Just to say goodbye to the pain
Suicide doesn't help the pain fade
Suicide causes more pain and
Lots of confusing that your heart
Won't seem to understand
Suicide is no escape it's just a twisted game
Thousands of children play....
poem by Maria Millet

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Suicide Lullaby
This is you...
You're causing me to bleed.
And you have no apologies
For whom you inflict fear into.
Seeing what isn't here.
I'm begging you to leave.
Can't you see I'm on my knees?
I've tried and tried so many times.
But you're still here...
Making me bleed...
All over the linoleum...
Thank God it's easy to clean.
Take this pain away from me
'Cause this Novacaine
Doesn't work worth a damn.
And I'm just wasting my time
On my suicide lullaby...
I walk towards the light
As your soul replaces mine.
I reach out to feel
But then it all disappears again.
Just another figment
Of my wild imagination.
I guess I need those pills again.
It's time to fulfill my addiction.
Take this pain away from me
'Cause this Novacaine
Doesn't work worth a damn.
And I'm just wasting my time
On my suicide lullaby...
I try to stop the voices
From telling me what to do
In every situation.
But they are persistant.
And they can't hear my screams...
They don't hear my screams anymore...
Take this pain away from me
'Cause this Novacaine
Doesn't work worth a damn.
And I'm just wasting my time
On my suicide lullaby...
And I'm committed to this crime...
With my suicide lullaby...
poem by Christine Woodrich

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Dying With Dignity Feb 9th 2011
DYING WITH DIGNITY FEB 9TH,2011
I’M NOT TOO PLEASED ABOUT DYING SO READ ON AND I’LL TELL YOU WHY,
BECAUSE IT CAN’T BE ARRANGED AND PLANNED IN THIS LAND AND THAT’S NO LIE,
AND ASSISTED SUICIDE IS A TERRIBLE CRIMINAL OFFENCE,
YOU AND YOUR DOCTOR COULD GO TO JAIL AND THERE’S NO DEFENCE.
ONE OF THESE VERY FINE SUMMER OR WINTER DAYS, I’LL BE DEAD,
AND MY VERY SHORT OBITUARY IN THE PAPERS WILL BE READ,
BUT IT’S NOT BEING DEAD; IT’S ALL THAT FUSS AND DYING THAT BOTHERS ME,
AND THERE’S NO DEATH WITH DIGNITY HERE AS FAR AS I CAN SEE.
WE JUST HAVE TO WAIT TO DIE IN PAIN AND THERE’S NO EASY WAY OUT,
IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW RELIGIOUS YOU ARE OR HOW DEVOUT,
IF WE COULD GET AN EUTHANASIA PILL, IT COULD BE PLANNED WITH FRIENDS,
WAVE GOOD BYE TO THEM ALL AND DIE HAPPY WITH THE NEW TRENDS.
FEB 9TH 2011
poem by James Bredin

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Wait Till You Die Feb 26th,2011
We have to wait to die because there is no other way,
At least there is no death with dignity advertised on display
And assisted suicide here in Canada is illegal,
Your doctor could end up needing more than a paralegal.
And this is a nasty subject that nice people try to avoid,
The religious and the holy folk might even be annoyed.
You will go to heaven or hell after you die they all say,
Their religious rules say that they are right as they often pray.
I’ll admit, it’s not a nice subject but we’re all going to get there,
And the experience of death and dying, no one is aware,
We could get death with dignity if referendums like the Swiss,
I can almost hear it now as politicians and priests all hiss.
Feb 26th,2011
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
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide tried
Suicide Suicide Suicide ride!
poem by Mark R Slaughter

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State Of Illusion
Living in confusion
State of illusion
Tied in a knot
Of have and have what
Isit a pity
To desyroy a city
Dying alone
On the telephone
Hoping to see
Something in me
That will expell
Me from this hell
Sad to say
I'll die someday
Wish i could be
Happy and free
But as it is
I have no biz
Imagine that
To feed the fat cats
Crying away
Each lying day
Easy to see
This is just me
Life is a crime
I'm doing time
Inside a cell
My own man made hell
The world i'm in
Riddled with sin
To live each dy
Locked up this way
When there should be
Some therapy
To help the souls
Lost in their woes
State of illusion
A bad contusion
Dying away
Each lying day
poem by Talile Ali

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Just Another Suicide
Just a bad situation
Got me low, feelin down Im wonderin why
Caught me unawares
No one knows and no one cares
They put you down no matter how you try
* put the words together
Feelin so strong
I cant last forever I cant hold on,
I cant hold on, no no
Somebody, someone is tearin my whole inside
Somebody, someone is takin me for a ride
Just a little bit of madness
Do you no harm
** another night, its another shakedown
Lookin for a place to hide
This could be your nervous breakdown
Its just another suicide
Just a cold realization, gotta go I wanna turn and run away
Got me in a spin, Im gonna lose and never win
They put you down no matter what you say
* repeat
I cant hold on, no no
[instrumental]
** repeat
[piano break]
Just a bad situation
I can feel it gettin closer everyday
Say Im out of line [Im takin out of borrowed time]
Whats the use of tryin anyway
* repeat
Somebody, someone is takin me for a ride
Somebody, someone is tearin my whole inside
Just a little bit of madness
Do you no harm
** repeat
***another suicide, another suicide
Another suicide, another suicide
Another suicide, another suicide
song performed by by Ufo

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Euthanasia For You And Me
Heaven or hell, it doesn’t matter and they’re all the same to me,
It’s how I get through death’s door because I don’t have a key,
And before you get to either heaven or hell, you have to die,
And that could be painful and long and dreadful and I don’t know why.
If we could get euthanasia, we wouldn’t have to die in pain,
But we’re not allowed to get it and there’s no where we can complain,
Our self-righteous religious types think that this is just great,
We might die in great agony and pain and no need for debate.
The Dutch, the Swiss and Americans from Oregon have this,
Though the rest of us can think about it but then dismiss,
We need some powerful politician to make the suggestion,
That euthanasia is not sinful where everyone can question.
Dec 14th,2010
poem by James Bredin

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Fade To Black
FADE TO BLACK
You live your life day by day
You can't feel it's slipping away
It's like heaven where you never get bored
You self inflicted Rock'n roll whore
Can you feel it
Can you feel the clocks ticking away
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
You've got a thousand wounds to heal
You gotta stop thinking nothing's for real
electric shock won't bring you back
You're fading baby
You fade to black
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you mean
to me
When you are the one inside
is it what you thought it'd be
I always knew you'd be a star
and now you are
song performed by by Zeromancer

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Euthanasia For All Canadians
Our party politicians can't have an independent thought,
Locked in their party agenda as though they had been bought,
Therefore they'r politically correct with a complete lack of guts,
Hanging together because this is how the party works.
Where assisted suicide and euthanasia will not prevail,
Doctors involved in this could be sentenced to many years in jail,
Where ruling elite media moguls do all the research,
Of course they're opposed to referendums and in league with the church.
We need some radical changes to get euthanasia allowed,
Where Canadians can die in painless peace and feel quite proud,
Where party politicians are not tied to their agenda,
Lined up marching in lock step with their party propaganda
Oct 19th,2010
poem by James Bredin

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Easy Rider
Pop/jones
In the alley where have I grown
Hot night sweats our clothes
My hell is crackin fire
Thats what you inspire
Cruel highway entrance signs
People driving to their lives
Looks like a giant stream
But its just a dream
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, easy rider
Broken people all around
Old guarantees that pull you down
You need a way out, you need a ride
Cause where you are is suicide
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, easy rider
Oh I see the sacred dreams
And if Im no _? _
Ill feel real _? _
Tearing out my hair
I see fertility
In pretty girls I meet
I love my friend
Give me hands _? _
Highway in the sun
We listen to the engines run
I wanna fine myself in you
You wanna find yourself, too
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, easy rider
song performed by by Iggy Pop

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Ride With Idol
Try to remember those ancient evenings
When all we had was just enough.
Now the pretender knows why the king is screaming.
The grief was finally just too much.
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Over my shoulder, I know theyre waiting.
Their dirty hands are everywhere.
And as they get closer all the pretense is fading.
The face beneath the skin is bare.
So now I ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage, oh yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
I can never learn to say no.
Wont they ever let me go?
[guitar interlude]
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Ride with the idol,
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame (fade)
song performed by by Richard Marx

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Ride With The Idol
Try to remember those ancient evenings
When all we had was just enough.
Now the pretender knows why the king is screaming.
The grief was finally just too much.
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Over my shoulder, I know theyre waiting.
Their dirty hands are everywhere.
And as they get closer all the pretense is fading.
The face beneath the skin is bare.
So now I ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage, oh yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
I can never learn to say no.
Wont they ever let me go?
[guitar interlude]
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Ride with the idol,
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame (fade)
song performed by by Richard Marx

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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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poem by Mark R Slaughter

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Happy New Year
Why can’t we plan when to die near the end of our lives?
We could decide for sooner or later because no one survives,
At the moment it’s against the law but maybe that could change,
But we don’t have an independent politician to arrange.
Because our politicians are tied to some party agenda,
Not allowed to mention recall or forbidden referenda,
Not even allowed to have set date elections or recall,
Democracy all right as we wait for an election call.
The establishment hates plebiscites and propositions are banned,
Participatory democracy is not allowed or planned,
The Swiss have assisted suicide and so do the Dutch,
The Americans in Oregon have and like it just as much.
Jan 1st,2011
poem by James Bredin

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What Is Suicide
Suicide isn’t funny so don’t try it, suicide can be quick it can be slow, its is long and painful, suicide never calming, always away to have so much it didn’t hurt anymore, suicide can hurt family, parents ands, your friends, your pets and your self suicide hurts a lot of people that you know, suicide is just plain stupid, this is something I regret
poem by Jessica Lee Workman

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In science it often happens that scientists say, 'You know that's a really good argument; my position is mistaken,' and then they would actually change their minds and you never hear that old view from them again. They really do it. It doesn't happen as often as it should, because scientists are human and change is sometimes painful. But it happens every day. I cannot recall the last time something like that happened in politics or religion.
quote by Carl Sagan

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Stupid
So sad to hear that you dont want to hang around with me
So lame to see you leave and to know that you believe that its over
Cause when your weak I feel the need to get underneith your skin
And when you start to tweak I find a way to get up beside you
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
In time youll learn to love me as much as you love yourself
Oh in time youll learn to hate me
Cause when I feel the need to have you back by my side
I am sweet it makes me sick to know that I can be so blind
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
song performed by by Oleander

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