I stare at the moonlight of the river,
Even it inflicts the suffering, I shiver.
A broken image, devoid of all human desire,
As if a vampire drained him and even wants higher.
Condemned to be powerless for rest of his life,
Every rescue path leads him to rope, gun or even knife.
I’m terrified of living like a fragile, fruitless tree,
Whoever loves me, wants me to not be free.
You know it’s not love, it’s selfishness and hate,
Forcing someone to live and accept his grim fate.
Let us defeat this restless and eager vampire,
By the sun of freedom, and his spreading fire.
I want to breathe as long as I’m a determined being,
Not a wretched hostage, locked up to bed, voiceless weeping.
my afternoons as an old man are sad
the joy of memories
suffocated by the impossibility
to relive them
I don't know how many cups of coffee I've had
a bus runs regularly every hour
and nobody notices me at the window
inside the thoughts boil
so many dead friends muted my phone
the television I understand it as an enemy
the books are already making me sleepy
euthanasia is the name of that
what makes you calm in peace?
I sent an invitation to all my friends
to come and watch me die
I said, I know you may all be busy
but please at least try.
with the last breath our story is done,
but I hope we shall remain friends
our love should last beyond the grave,
though earth’s journey is at an end.
you may hold my hand or just look
but make sure you are there,
decades of friendship cannot be ignored
I know how much you care.
time has hurried past lanes of living,
some moments remain still in a daze,
that youth, my love, torments and taunts,
all that time lost in meaningless chase.
tears are okay but smiles are the best
when you come to watch me die
in passing we enter God’s eternal rest,
so please come friends, do try.
written 4/02/22
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where you meet your maker to a balalaika
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where you meet your maker to a balalaika
A little dog is a gift from God
Meant only through life to trod
As a companion to solace our mortal
Frailties through love unconditional.
But loyalty exposes its fatal flaw
When devotion's bonds exceed human law
And penalty is death for an unfailing friend
Whose only sin was a duty to defend.
Hers was love of a kind not easily shared
Yet, fate cast her with one as unprepared
As I to provide the healing balm -
And failing - it is she must meet the calm.
My crying brings her to kiss away the tears
I shed on thought of her end. I live with fears
she consoles as if to forgive
What I must do and can never outlive.
On the eve of euthanasia 2011
PS We found a new home before this was necessary.
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where you meet your maker to a balalaika
Yes...
Silently conquering mind, as if no other options to bloom
Her dead brain body still breathing, while my heart pleading a big big
No...
euthanasia kills
with love
those we love
brrEXIT
by Michael R. Burch
what would u give
to simply not exist—
for a painless exit?
he asked himself, uncertain.
then from behind
the hospital room curtain
a patient screamed—
"my life!"
Originally published by Setu
"This rainbow is the token of the covenant, which I have established between me and all flesh."—Yahweh
You are gentle now, and in your failing hour
how like the child you were, you seem again,
and smile as sadly as the girl (age ten?)
who held the sparrow with the mangled wing
close to her heart. It marveled at your power
but would not mend. And so the world renews
old vows it seemed to make: false promises
spring whispers, as if nothing perishes
that does not resurrect to wilder hues
like rainbows’ eerie pacts we apprehend
but cannot fail to keep. Now in your eyes
I see the end of life that only dies
and does not care for bright, translucent lies.
Are tears so precious? These few, let us spend
together, as before, then lay to rest
these sparrows’ hearts aflutter at each breast.
Published by The Lyric, Poetry Life & Times and The Eclectic Muse
Euthanasia. Laugh. Laugh. Euthanasia. Giggle. Giggle.
A wonderful subject for conversation in no circles.
And yet, here I am, laughing with my friend about it, at work.
“I think it hilarious that you think you have a daughter who
would put you out of your misery,” she says.
She is doubled over with laughter about it.
I stare at her.
She obviously did not hear me well.
You misunderstood me, I reply.
We have two daughters, who would not hesitate to take us both out, if we were miserable enough.”
She says “you are a hoot.”
Hoot or not, I know one thing for sure.
The other daughter would keep us alive on machines if only one eye was still blinking.
So I will warn the other two not to let her in on the plan.
Potential Euthanasia law in New Zealand
Encouraging Euthanasia
Profoundly Eye-opening
Might encourage
All kinds of people
Who had never thought of it before
To accept suicide
Unclear if this law has been passed
A dangerous precedent.
Making suicide common
Making taking your own life
Acceptable
Desirable
Natural
Scary to me
What this could do
to a society
Where teenagers are
already casually killing themselves
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where we meet our maker to a balalaika
on wings of sand i fly
all the while, fading into a forgotten dream
on tears of night i choke
all the while, drowning in pure euthanasia
this hivemind has consumed me;
but i've never been so blissfully numb.
i'm breaking out.
desolate echo chamber.
pure euthanasia.
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