The Lit Path

Entangling vines of lies must be cut

Weeds of despair and worry rid of

If there were only a light so hot and bright

One that would dissipate all deception

Even the heat of that of a sun spot

Consumed, my loneliness will be

Is there not one who would show the way?

Is there not a path that is lit with happiness?

There is a road that leads to paradise

A sun-lit lane filled with excitement and joy

It is not the destination that paves the way

But the journey's thrills that motivate the soul

Though the destination may be all that we dream of

It is the keeper that fills all that search

Yes, the path is dangerous

But don't we all crave that high?

Why do we run from the way that we know is right?

Here, the vines are cut

Here, the weeds are rid of

If only you search, then you will find.

Photography: Rode es

by: Jon Henson (tanned)

Written by: Jose A Henson

How I wish I could see!

Freedom of speech you were given

Yet rigid your tongue remained

Of flying above mountains you dream

Yet you are still as you are

To soar with eagles is your hearts desire

But your soul is forever bound by fear

Your surroundings a colourful meadow,

filled to its brim with captivating scents

But all that you detect is pain and grief

Even if an effort was made to lift your head,

Shame weighed it back down again

You were given the deepest blue to dive into

But the inside of a box has captured your comfort

It's wet suffocating presence kept you in

Is there nothing that can unbound your chains?

Is there no one who can peel off the scales of sadness?

Who will bring joy?

Who will bring love?

Who will show the path that must be followed?

Photography: I'm Waiting For You

By: Mary A.k.a. A Sheep's Mind

Written by: José Antonio Henson

Just For A Moment

Clock ticking. Time flying by.
Plans being made. Expectations to meet.
Things to be completed. Deadlines to meet.
I just ain't strong enough. I don't got what it takes.


I need a break. Even Just for a while.
A time to relax; breathe
There must be a fountain... flowing with rest.
Even for a moment, I'd give a lot.

Just for a moment; just for a moment.

Photography: Just For a Moment
By: Jose A Henson
Written by: Jose A Henson