Golgotha at Auschwitz
Golgotha at Auschwitz
Perhaps they had tried to escape,
or else done some petty crime.
These three would not be gassed or shot-
The rope would serve just fine.
Two men, one boy with nooses fixed-
condemned but never tried.
The nooses tightened on their necks
as they kicked the air and died.
Except the boy, he was too light
He lingered when they died
“Where is God? ” one man muttered
“Where is He? ” others cried.
They made us all march past the place
Where those three in judgment fell
The boy in his slow agony
still endured his private Hell.
The path we walked was ash and bone
Of former inmates made
Those gassed and buried in the air
These were their sole remains.
“Where is God? Where is He now? ”
Some muttered as they passed.
I thought- if He’s not hanging here
More than likely He’s been gassed.
(based on an entry in a Auschwitz survivor’s memoir)
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Gassed & Stoked - Loss
Well you covered your tracks and now I cant see you
You had your ashes scattered at sea
Theres no grave to visit, no tombstone to look at
You were in the new york times obituary
Theres no record, no tape, no book, no movie
Some photographs and memories
Sometimes I dial your phone number by mistake
And this is what I hear
This is no longer a working number, baby
Please redial your call
This is no longer a working number
Your party doesnt live here anymore
This is no longer a working number
If you still require help
Stay on the line and an operator
Will try to bail you out
I knew I should have seen you that thursday
I knew I shouldnt have left
But you sounded so good, your spirits so up
I thought Id see you next week
I say over and over if I had half a brain
If I had half a brain in my head
I wouldnt sit here dialing a wrong number
And listening to what some recording said
This is no longer a working number
Please redial your call
This is no longer a working number
Your party doesnt live here anymore
This is no longer a working number
Well, if you still require help
Stay on the line and an operator
Will try to bail you out
I knew I should have written, written things down
I always say Ill never forget
Who can forget a one-eyed pilot
Whos a concert pianist, ah
A painter, a poet, songwriter supreme
My friends are blending in my head
Theyre melting into one great spirit
And that spirit isnt dead
Now I may not remember everything that you said
But I remember all the sings youve done
And not a day goes by not an hour
When I dont try to be like you
You were gassed, stoked and rarin to go
And you were that way all of the time
So I guess you know why Im laughing at myselves
Every time I dial the wrong line
This is no longer a working number, baby
This is no longer a working number
Gassed, stoked and rarin to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin to go
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Sole Survivor
When I ran from the hounds of hell
Twist my foot, I nearly fell
I was lucky I was alive
One look back I could have died
{chorus}
I was the sole survivor
Sole survivor
Sole survivor
Solitary fighter
When I saw it I was amazed
One time glory right in my gaze
I saw the sorrow, I saw the joy
Right in the darkness none could destroy
{chorus}
And from the wreckage I will arise
Cast the ashes back in their eyes
See the fire, I will defend
Just keep on burning right to the end
{chorus}
song performed by by Asia
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I'm Goin' Back
I never knew what smog was 'til I moved to LA
They say it's the City of Angels, but there ain't no Saints
If I spend one more day on this freeway I might snap
'Cause I can't take a breath and I can't see the crest of those mountains
That lie in my path
I've got to get back to the farm
Where the cars aren't alarmed
And the people are happy to see ya
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
And there's room to stretch out and relax
My truck is gassed up and I'm packed
I'm goin' back
Hey lady, what color is that you've got in your hair
Sorry dude, but that dress and high heels threw me for a second there
The fact that don't even phase me is freakin' me out
Am I gettin' used to these lunatics who can't discern between friction and fact
I've got to get back to the farm
Where the cars aren't alarmed
And the people are happy to see ya
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
And there's room to stretch out and relax
My truck is gassed up and I'm packed
I'm goin' back
Goin' on back
Windmills and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk
It don't get much better than that
I've got to get back to the farm
Where the cars aren't alarmed
And the people are happy to see ya
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
And there's room to stretch out and relax
My truck is gassed up and I'm packed
I'm goin' back
Yeah, I'm goin' back
Can't wait to get back
Give me some more of that hee-haw
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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I'm Goin' Back
I never knew what smog was 'til I moved to LA
They say it's the City of Angels, but there ain't no Saints
If I spend one more day on this freeway I might snap
'Cause I can't take a breath and I can't see the crest of those mountains
That lie in my path
I've got to get back to the farm
Where the cars aren't alarmed
And the people are happy to see ya
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
And there's room to stretch out and relax
My truck is gassed up and I'm packed
I'm goin' back
Hey lady, what color is that you've got in your hair
Sorry dude, but that dress and high heels threw me for a second there
The fact that don't even phase me is freakin' me out
Am I gettin' used to these lunatics who can't discern between friction and fact
I've got to get back to the farm
Where the cars aren't alarmed
And the people are happy to see ya
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
And there's room to stretch out and relax
My truck is gassed up and I'm packed
I'm goin' back
Goin' on back
Windmills and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk
It don't get much better than that
I've got to get back to the farm
Where the cars aren't alarmed
And the people are happy to see ya
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
And there's room to stretch out and relax
My truck is gassed up and I'm packed
I'm goin' back
Yeah, I'm goin' back
Can't wait to get back
Give me some more of that hee-haw
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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I'm Going Back
I never knew what smog was 'til I moved to LA
They say it's the City of Angels, but they ain't no Saints
If I spend one more day on this freeway I might snap
'Cause I can't take a breath and I can't see the crest of those mountains
That lie in my path
I've got to get back to the farm
Where the cars aren't alarmed
And the people are happy to see ya
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
And there's room to stretch out and relax
My truck is gassed up and I'm packed
I'm goin' back
Hey lady, what color is that you've got in your hair
Sorry dude, but that dress and high heels threw me for a second there
The fact that don't even phase me is freakin' me out
Am I gettin' used to these lunatics who can't discern between fiction and fact
I've got to get back to the farm
Where the cars aren't alarmed
And the people are happy to see ya
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
And there's room to stretch out and relax
My truck is gassed up and I'm packed
I'm goin' back
Goin' on back
Windmills and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk
It don't get much better than that
I've got to get back to the farm
Where the cars aren't alarmed
And the people are happy to see ya
Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard
And there's room to stretch out and relax
My truck is gassed up and I'm packed
I'm goin' back
Goin' back
Yeah, I'm goin' back
Can't wait to get back
Give me some more of that hee-haw!
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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No Tears
tears roll down his checks
as he muttered the words “she’s dead”
I would have stopped
stared as if he was a ghost
and I would have thought
god it’s about time
but as I looked around to the people I loved something came over me
mom and dad were crying,
Ethan, Andy, and even john looked sad
here I was with a smile on my face
how dumb could I be not even act like I care
but the truth really is that I don’t give a shit
about if she had died or not
it’s better for us in the long run anyway
make everyone happier
I’m just a kid so what am I supposed to think when someone
that has made my life and my family’s life miserable
what am I suppose to fell when someone has made me hate coming “home”
what am I suppose to do when many of times I have wished her dead
what am I suppose to say to the person that made me believe I live in hell
am I suppose to lie
what would you do
what would you fell
what would you say
what would you think
I almost feel sorry for not feeling bad
but I don’t
I almost feel sorry for Steve
but yet again why should I care when his parents die
when he didn’t care when my dad died
I will admit there were a couple of minutes
where I felt like a bad person for not feeling bad
but it’s not worth my time
enough tears will be shed from her death
why should I need to contribute to the waterfall
a tear runs down my face
yes a tear
one single tear
yet no tears flow from my eyes
of sadness
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Sole Survivor
(m - weikath, l - deris)
I got that fever
Burning in my hesd
So many mmories
No tear to shed
Burns like a fire
Who stole my aims
My comrade fighters
Been set astray
How could I know
What others had in mind for me
How could they know
What measures I take
Sole survivor of a kill without alert
Sing your feelings
On your song remains unheard
We share like brothers
A light in the black
Totaly blended
Bold and erect
But weve grown intrigers
till its to late
Ime has brought fire
Fear greed and hate
Now Im crying
Im shatted on the ground
All I find
Has died anyway
Sole survivor of a kill without alert
Sing your feelings
On your song remains unheard
Sole souvivor got a voice without a sound
Mean mistreaters took away your ground
How could I know
What others had in mind for me
How could they know
What measures I take
Sole survivor of a kill without alert
Sing your feelings
On your song remains unheard
Sole souvivor got a voice without a sound
Mean mistreaters took away your ground
song performed by by Helloween
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Bulletproof
Check check one two on the boom shot
Here's the one on the gun in the street spot
Little boyz in the hood far from L A.
Got the heat on the street
Now they're ready to play
Got the look of a crook
Now they got the prop
Gassed up head full of lead
Might even drop a cop
Or not
song performed by by Dog Eat Dog from Play Games
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The Judgement Throne Of God
To stand before the great judgement throne
My nakedness exposed and all alone
To watch my life played out before God
Seeing all my deeds and the paths I've trod
To feel my soul exposed to the Eternal Light
Under scrutiny of God's all seeing eye so bright
Would hold such dread and shame for me.
Can anyone pass this great test of holiness?
For just one sin will expose their unworthiness
The sentence would be passed upon their soul
where the worm dies not into Hell be cast
And the fire burns on and for eternity will last
That place of eternal torment and agony
It holds such dread and shame for me.
Is there no hope or any way that I can escape?
The wages of my sin deserves the sentence of death
I know that I am guilty of sin my Lord
I wish to escape that dreaded throne of God
Where can I go? Where can I flee?
Help me my Lord what can be done for me?
Hell holds such dread and shame for me.
Then I heard the voice of Jesus say
'Roy, Come to me and walk my way.
Your redemption has been secured by me
When I died upon the cross to set you free
It was your sins that nailed me there
'It is finished' was my cry of victory
The dread of hell and shame was borne by me.
'For I paid the price for your sin when I died
And God's law I have completely satisfied.
When you stand before the judgment throne
You do not stand there all on your own
It is my perfect life that He sees Instead.
I washed away your sin with the blood I've shed
For that wrath has now been borne by Me'
Your name I've written in The Book of Life.
No more for you the wrath of God shall be
For God so loved the world you see
that He gave His only Son to die at Calvary
So that whoever believes in Him
Should not perish but have eternal life'
Now hell holds no dread or shame for me.
Such mercy is undeserved and I am blessed
For if entry to heaven was based on sinlessness
Then only Jesus would be allowed to go in
And all mankind will be excluded due to sin
It is by God's grace and mercy alone
For on the cross He died for sin to atone
Now God's love and mercy is lavished on me.
Nailing it to the cross and taking it to the grave.
In rising from the dead He has now displayed
His victory over death and the grave
For Satan could find
No sin in him to hold him there.
Death has been swallowed up in victory
The law of God is satisfied so completely
God has now kissed the world in love
Extending his salvation from heaven above
To all who come to the cross and believe in Him
I am glad to say that a believer in Jesus I am
For the Way, the Truth and the Life is He
instead of judgement I have Life more abundantly
All because of the great love Jesus has for me.
'Go live for Me and do the work I do
I died as part of God's plan for you.'
I Just Died In Your Arms
Oh i, i just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something
I can't get broken hearts lie all around me
And i don't see an easy way to get out of this
Her diary it sits on the bedside table
The curtains are closed
The cats in the cradle who would've thought
That a boy like me could come to this
Oh i, i just died in your arms tonight
It must've been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
Oh i, i just died in your arms tonight
It must've been some kind of kiss i should've walked away
Is there any just cause for feeling like this?
On the surface i'm a name on a list i try to be discreet
But then blow it again
I've lost and found
It's my final mistake she's loving by proxy
No give and all take 'cos i've been thrilled to fantasy one too many times.
Oh i, i just died in your arms...
It was a long hot night she made it easy
She made it feel right
But now it's over the moment has gone
I followed my hands not my head
I know i was wrong
Oh i, i just died in your arms...
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Two Unpublished Authors Await Publication
Julia Doyle arrived at Spinoza HS
with visions of creating a real Community
and to that end she announced
all submissions from the faculty
would be published in the school’s
literary magazine.
One day in the Teacher’s Center
Minna Cohen asked Julia,
“When’s the magazine coming out? ”
“Soon...but I didn’t understand a word.”
I immediately said, “Julia, you promised us
we’d get published.”
“I thought Minna would do a love story.”
“Not much love the last decade, ” she said
“Imagination, Minna. You’ve got that…
at least I hope so…
no writer can function without it.”
Minna muttered, “You said I’d make it
no matter what, just no dirty words
that’s what you said.
I need this…
just stick it in…
anyplace.”
Julia stared at Minna saying, “You’re in.”
”Thank God.”
“But Auschwitz? for a student magazine?
and so confusing, the entire story
a six page monologue of mixed up words.”
“I can see that because the narrative’s
part of a larger work I’ve been writing
for the last eleven years
about the life of Hannah Greenberg,
a doctor and survivor of Auschwitz
who went mad thirty years
after her incarceration. The Death Camp
deposited a time bomb in her soul.”
“But, Minna, you only gave the insanity.”
“How about my story? ” I asked blurted out.
“A fat man’s saga into stroke.”
“Yes.”
“I expected humor, after all
you’re a funny guy.”
“Not all fat men are funny, ” I said,
more bitterly than I intended.
“Yes, I’m sorry, but the entire tale
is uniformly dismal, yet I felt no sadness…
sorry, Bernstein, but…
why didn’t he just stop eating? ”
“Insanity, ” said Minna, her voice
so soft, so calm, but with such certainty,
“still here
now
the whole world.”
poem by Charles Chaim Wax
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Holocaust Poem
I am a survivor of a holocaust
The horror of which
most people could not imagine.
I was brutally beaten and raped by an S.S officer
Then packed in a train
going to the gas chambers of Auschwitz
As if I was a sardine
Not a human being.
If my rapist was still alive
I would tell him
You violated my body
But you did not rape my soul.
Because I am a survivor
I refuse to give you the satisfaction
of fitting my heart
with a pace maker.
Life beckons for me
To truly live
To open the greatest gift
God gave us.
I will smell the sweetness of every blossom
And watch the sunset
Every evening.
Because I am a survivor.
I am a survivor
I am a survivor
I am a survivor.
I am not defined by the numbers
on my arm
I have the heart of a lion.
Because of the strength
God gave me
Hear me roar.
poem by Justin Tanabe
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The Day I Died
The air was close, but it would not rain
The day I died.
And smog enshrouded Gotham town
The day I died..
I should have stayed in Oceanside
The day I died.
Instead of a hellish subway ride
The day I died.
It started with a stabbing pain
The day I died.
Then waves of nausea deep inside
The day I died.
I fell to earth, I could not breathe
The day I died.
Co workers rushing to my side
The day I died.
Sirens scream on distant streets
The day I died.
bringing hosts of E.M.T.’s
The day I died..
Too late for me, this proud heart fails
The day I died.
I thought” This is the last of Earth”
The day I died.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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I Just Died In Your Arms
Oh i, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something
I cant get broken hearts lie all around me
And I dont see an easy way to get out of this
Her diary it sits on the bedside table
The curtains are closed
The cats in the cradle who wouldve thought
That a boy like me could come to this
Oh i, I just died in your arms tonight
It mustve been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
Oh i, I just died in your arms tonight
It mustve been some kind of kiss I shouldve walked away
Is there any just cause for feeling like this?
On the surface Im a name on a list I try to be discreet
But then blow it again
Ive lost and found
Its my final mistake shes loving by proxy
No give and all take cos Ive been thrilled to fantasy one too many times.
Oh i, I just died in your arms...
It was a long hot night she made it easy
She made it feel right
But now its over the moment has gone
I followed my hands not my head
I know I was wrong
Oh i, I just died in your arms...
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Middle Man
There was a mountain and there were three trees
There was a good man and there were two thieves
A man called Barabas was doomed for the tree
But Jesus took the middle one and Barabas went free
I love that man in the middle because I know he first loved me
Praise to that man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle man made it possible that I could go free
A hill called Golgotha the place of a skull
No yellow flowers, no trees in bloom the scenery was so dull
Three crosses stood black and bold against a darkened sky
And not from pain but a broken heart that middle man died
I love that man in the middle because I know he first loved me
Praise to that man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle man made it possible that I could go free
I love that man in the middle because I know he first loved me
Praise to that man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle man made it possible that I could go free
Praise to that man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle man made it possible that I could go free.
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Dead Poet's Society
I had a dream last night
That I met my maker
Woke up in a different place
But it felt like home
Robert Frost walked over to me
And said I was brave
For not traveling
‘The Road Not Taken’
Emily Dickenson took a seat next to me
Telling me not to worry
Majority of her poems didn’t get published until she passed
I still can’t believe I’m here
My face has a look of being gassed
Gwendolyn Brooks told me
The key to being a great poet is relating to your readers
Kahlil Gibran explained to me the duty
That I had to inject politics into my writings
Dante Alighieri explained to me the three realms of the afterlife
W.B. Yeats said even in death
I could continue my “Vision”
Homer told me that life
Is an epic “Odyssey”
Then like a flash from a camera
White light is all I can see
I come back to life
Laying in a my bed
A cold sweat has over taken me
Wishing I could go back
Taken on be anxiety
Waiting to revisit the Dead Poet’s Society
poem by Steve 'Ideologikal' Logan
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Work
Work never killed anyone,
Smithers said, a fair day’s
work for a fair day’s pay.
You continued to paint
the wall, your hand rising
and falling with the brush.
Tell that to those who died
in Auschwitz and other camps
or the archipelago of gulags
in Russia, you moodily replied.
Those were foreigners in
different times and different
places, he said, your average
person never died from the
labours of over work.
The paint was an awful green,
the wall was bland, above,
a window allowing dim light.
Some stilled died from labours
pushed to the limits, you sighed.
Smithers scratched his ass
and said, there’s always those
who’ve shirked and died.
You stood back watching
the paint dry, on a freshly
painted white glossed door,
was caught a fly, wriggling in
the stickiness, waiting to die.
poem by Terry Collett
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Million Dollar Question
Was always waiting for the crush
The car to drive right through the shops
To call in sick and late at work
And take a holiday
Was always tangled up in knots
To keep myself from speaking up
But no ones listening anyway
Just trying to bribe me
And if its alright
Then what are we doing here?
And if its alright
This place is gassed by fear
And if its alright
Ill tell you cos you never understand
And if its alright Ill beg you
cause Im a begging kind of man
Today I wrote a bad cheque
Packed a bag and took a jet
And no ones looking anyway
I hope you miss me
(sometimes I think maybe Im making a big mistake)
song performed by by Radiohead
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I made a mistake when I said there were no gas chambers at Auschwitz.
quote by David Irving
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The Day I Died
You were there when I died,
As I remembered seeing your face
You looked at me, in such disbelief
Uttering oh death, why such a waste.
When you said goodbye, I was there
Your eyes were full of tears
How sad I felt, for you and not myself
Wishing your sorrow would just disappear.
I cried, but you never saw it
The tears came down my cheeks
How I wished that I, was at your side,
As without you, I am so very weak.
And I was there when you walked away
Even though you knew that I was gone
I then saw the sorrow, in your tomorrow
Only if again we both were as one.
I was there when you walked out the door
I tried to comfort you, but you never heard me speak
So sadly you walked away, till our judgment day
And then once again, your soul I will seek.
I wonder now what will become of you
And also what will become of me
Will you live in our past, pretending it still did last
Or will you set my life and our memory free.
Life and happiness it came so quickly
But death it came in the wink of an eye
You brought me joy, that's the end of my story
And happy was I, you were there the day I died.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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