The Poetry of Henry X

Who is Henry X ? What do we know about him.  A man amidst the idiocy and the beauty of this world in which we live , who dares to write and perform his poetry. Deviation Street presents three works by Henry X  to ponder Beauty , Friends and Hymn for Europe  …we begin with …

Beauty

I have no beauty.

Beauty is outside.

My mind destroying my face and soul,

And yet I feel a warmth unrivalled

As views let me know there is greatness

Unseen by many for fear of self ridicule.

There may be beauty hidden within

Like a mine of gold on a hillside bleak

But never strike out at this beauty

For it is a rarity in a McDonalds world

Piercing into consumerist mediocrity.

Find me beauty and I will pay for this

With an artists only tender

The warmth of wisdom,

An intelligent aim

Placed only on the true

 

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Friends

I never sought the love that many

Climb on to speed their journey

I was the sloth, the sleepwalking child

Who retired to his ponderings.

Was friendship that vehicle that would have raced me

To the ends of races I’ve never pondered?

To me the world seemed infinite, too wide to set an angle

But friends they sit in memories well

Wished on through futures mute

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Hymn For Europe

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In the continent and at home

Grown men argue like kids

Over power and riches

T he weak pray to fake shrines, with intentions aligned

With the crimes as seen in the media

Politicians seen fighting over who can be seedier

Immigrants basically walking meat

The richest 1% putting their feet up

Europe comprehensively beaten up

Ive had quite enough of the lying

Time I am buying to rhyme

Against corporate crime and the slime

Dribbling down like drip down economics

Leaders all chronically distant

Europes operating system

All capitalism stuck in a rut

Best to have a dead brain

And hate for Italy and Spain

Theres a sinister reminder

Theres no solace when the Middle East’s behind ya’

Not when the greedy and corrupt are insiders

From Germany to Switzerland, Sweden and Spain

We’re offroad again

Through fields bleeding immigrants pain

In this game we are blinded in fights with elites

Just to be pounded by bleats from rich sheep

And the abuse from the consumerist weak

 

Alarm bells ringing

Europe singing not in harmony

Where is the answer?

 

A continent bleeding

With angels seething

Can we ever believe?

 

Turn Europe around

For the Euro and pound

Answer me clearly

 

Have we a future really?

 

I feel for EU

While the fascist crew

Reach for arms

Using counterfeit charms

Im alarmed at what should be civilised

I could be demonised yet nothing I despise

Forming ties with intelligent allies

Never foes, unity I propose

From the young to the disposed

Old leaders falling through floors like they should

Being a wake up call for the great and the good

May cause a disaster, it’ll leave a scar

But through pain we can travel far

I dont care whether its spoken or sprechen

I raise a finger up to institution

Yet the anti-establishment sits in confusion

Proposing solutions that would suit the 1700s

The truth I have just plundered

I have pipe dreams to rip reality asunder

 

Alarm bells ringing

Europe singing not in harmony

Where is the answer?

 

A continent bleeding

With angels seething

Can we ever believe?

 

Turn Europe around

For the Euro and pound

Answer me clearly

 

Have we a future really?

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All images Brian Gibson

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