Eine Auswahl an Gedichten, von Holger Strohm!
How your love has changed
How your love has changed,
once no distance was too far;
problems were easily arranged,
and you crossed every bar.
How your love has changed,
there`s no tender word;
to bad humor you`re chained,
your love has changed to hurt.
How your love has changed,
you don`t see me at all;
the good is gone, the bad caged,
and love we can not recall.
How your love has changed,
so sad `cause I still love you;
you`re not worth the trying, strange,
still I would do all for you.
Eagle Jam - A delicious ounce
Open my tender zipper.
Here, with the rusted corkscrew.
Fly me, mister day tripper
through the hole of your shoe.
The tears I`m crying are real,
but you`re too senseless to feel.
Your soul is steel armour
and mine a ship without harbour.
The white dove got chrushed by a gun,
lost is the branch of holy peace.
My mouth is dry and my feet run
for a peace of green, rotten cheese.
You let me stray through the dark night,
while you extinguish the saving light;
I grope my way through the deep mud,
but my tender zipper - it`s shut!
The flower is broken and it`s dry
and the eagle limps on crutches.
He had to forget how to fly.
Finally they caught him - the butchers.
They mashed him to good eagle jam -
twenty cents for a delicious ounce -
eaten by a lady with a juicy ham
and a pair of breasts with a lovely bounce.
Es war für die Liebe
Es sind so viele Narben auf dieser Seele;
lange Fingernägel brannten große Wunden;
rote Münder ergötzten sich am Gequäle;
der grell schreiende Schmerz ließ sich nicht mehr stunden.
Doch jedes Mal lief sie in das gleiche Messer.
Immer, immer, immer wieder und das Blut floß;
zufrieden rülpste der hübsche Seelenfresser;
Pfeffer und Alkohol er in die Wunde goß.
Die Seele taumelt auf der Achse des Lebens;
halbblind vor Schmerz suchte sie nach dem fernen Licht;
ein falscher, letzter Schritt und alles war vergebens;
es war für die Liebe, vergiss das bitte nicht!
OH BRYAN
Devoted lovers don`t care for the depth of grief,
because they are cruising the winds of a high
and they don`t care if luck is only brief,
because the learned the first time to take off, to fly.
It`s the first time and the blood sips into the snow.
I was a virgin once and I didn`t feel the cold.
It felt like before a fireplace, illusion`s blow.
My parents warned me, to be decent I`ve been told.
My Bryan was so tender, afraid, and so shy.
He hardly dared to touch me, I didn`t mind, I loved!
When he took possession of me, I started to cry:
"Oh Bryan, my darling don`t stop!" and he just moved.
It was my birthday, oh Bryan, my first lover,
oh, what did I do to you, you know how it is.
The sweet innocent remembrance I started to cover
and I married the wealth and money, clenching my fist.
Oh Bryan, why did I betray our love, so holy?
I obeyed the advice of my parents, security.
You never overcame the shock. I destroyed you totally,
and in your obituary I remembered you tenderly.
The Machine
Dark shadows folded the light,
and packed it for the machine;
but darkness can´t be bright
and the machine has never seen.
It thinks so very well and clear.
Top females feed its pleasures;
but the darkness makes it fear,
so it´s offering its treasures.
Make me see, I want the light,
it´s what all famous men said.
The machine enveloped by the night
wants the darkness to fade.
The best minds served the machine,
generously as Gods must have been;
But the machine still can´t see,
the heart of its brain is lonely.
The all-mighty machine has eaten them all,
the animals, the plants, and the money,
the feelings, the justice, the rise, and fall.
We worship it as civilisation,
but it´s a holy deity which can´t see
where to we run, into deprivation!