"Until something is proven it can be neither true or untrue, until something is discovered it cannot be known. Understanding a discovered truth may lead to confusion and eventually to change." ~Henery Cariffinhill~
Friday, November 1, 2013
"There are moments when I think religion might be true and times when I view it as false; then there are the moments when I find it useful...it helps with understanding when discussing it with someone who believes it is true, thinks it's false or finds it useful." ~Jack Henry Kraven~
Monday, September 30, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
~An Uneasy Feeling~
Something happened I know some time ago,
And now I’m sorely tired, I want just to go.
Plans and dreams were just starting to grow.
What happened, where, where did they go?
The world, has it changed? Yes you say, I know.
A sudden subtle change or just a mild stunning blow?
All I wanted was all I was told. Be bold!
Be satisfied, we’re all just growing old.
I don’t know but something has surely changed.
And all I know now seems somehow strange.
A thought struggles to escape my mind;
Have I been forgotten here…left behind?
No! Now I know! It’s just time, I must go!
It happens this way when you go you know.
When I started, I didn’t know it would go on this long.
How was I supposed to know I’d always be wrong?
Strangers now, me myself and my will?
They must of come undone climbing this hill.
I understand it’s like falling snow when you finally go,
I don’t know. I don’t know…I just don’t know.
So many long years it seems to be and vision,
My vision is very clear or is it hard to see?
And now I need to know, is it all just a show?
And where from here, where should I go?
I don’t know all I know is just what I know!
Just what I know is..is just what I know.
Get up! Get out! Go this way no not that!
Along the way I must of worn out the welcome mat.
And the darkness grows and grows but who cares.
And who really, who really, who really knows?
What is that? There, there in the shadows of reality?
Can anyone see it? I tell you somebody knows!
Who is it, who keeps changing these flickering shows?
And no one cares and no one really knows.
And have I lost it again, have I gone madly astray?
I know I must…go. But why can’t I can’t I just stay?
Wait! Can the verdict be bent, can it be sway?
Does it always have to be just one way?
I know I don’t want to go and I don’t want to stay!
I am afraid? You say there is but one, only one way.
Get up! Stand up! Get out of my way! The shadows
Of reality must never go astray, but oh how they do betray.
Yes! No! I know there’s still time! No! No! Just let me go!
~Jack Henry Kraven~
~Jack Henry Kraven~
Monday, September 23, 2013
Oh Hell, Take Me Now!
It's been told by a few who were so bold,
"There is a place, a place of pure sold cold!"
A few who were so bold, they have told,
"We know a place, a place of pure solid cold!"
Pure solid cold is given and never sold.
"There blood flows, like pure solid gold."
"There is, is a place of pure solid cold,
There nothing is spoken, nothing foretold."
"Flames never flicker, flames never die.
"Flames are frozen and wish only to cry."
"Cry for the souls of all who are there,
For there they'll stay...pure solid clay."
"The flames of hell one could surely sell,
To those who reside there, all frozen inside."
"Spirit and soul, there will they always be,
Their pure solid frozen...don't you see?"
"So beware so be warned, now you've been told,
Of the place, the place of pure solid cold!"
~Jack Henry Kraven~
(Just a little sad poem for the quixotic few)
~Lessen in Value~
Poetry I wish is what I want to write,
Of life or death or fire in the moonlight,
But never words of flair I find are there;
I may wind up in a long starry eyed stare.
Love and hate and there at heavens gate,
Where are those words. I need...too late.
Poetry I wish is what I want to write, of
Cool springs and greens and human insight.
But for me that word is where I wither.
And here I sail alone down flounder river.
As depth is never bound nor darkness sound,
These words too are bound to never be found.
When finally played out I am, and placed deep
Into the ground...do not leave not even a mound.
~Jack Henry Kraven~
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Just A Dream, A Recurring Dream
I'm having a nightmare, there are three doors and I must choose one. I stare hard at each one hoping for a sign or hint of what may be behind them. Finally, I pick the third door. Stepping close I grip the handle turning it slowly...a sudden hot gust of wind catches the door ripping it from my hand, and there spreading out before me...a lake roiling with the fires of hell!
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Friday, August 9, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Thursday, June 27, 2013
"The truth was difficult for many in the past, and thus emerged the idea of a river called denial. Today it is by far and away the least favorite thing people want, the truth that is. For instance: There is a multitude of writers who possess the ability to write with precision, but very few who posses the ability to actually tell an original and interesting story, and if the truth be their's to have...well, I don't think they would want it." ~Jack Henry Kraven~
Friday, June 14, 2013
I believe in telling the truth as I see it.
I believe imagination is the power by which we exist.
My philosophy: Nothing will be exactly as you think it should and nothing stays the same.
I attempt through quantum thought to alter my reality. If this means yours changes as well, so be it.
Humans have, over time, unknowingly changed this reality from a reality of choice to a reality of consequence.
I attempt to make changes that lean toward the world of choice. I am aware there may be unforeseen consequences as a result of reality manipulation.
I find it increasingly difficult to deal with illiterate, stupid and mean people, even at a time when they are on the rise, along with the mundane and mediocre.
Nobody is perfect, not in this existence, but then if we all could learn to shape this reality together… we could be. ~Daark's Alter Ego~
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
"I believe the Bible was created by two people...A wealthy man or woman and the other a poor man or woman, the question is then: how were these two concepts gathered together into 'one' book?
"Paid the same at the end of the day would be the wealthiest man's or woman's point of view, while through the eye of a needle would be the poor man's or woman's point of view. Throughout the Bible these examples can be found. Don' t you agree?" ~Jack Kraven~ (Just asking)
"Does the wealthy care how much money you make or have? Does the wealthy care if you have enough, or is it, they truly don't care what you have or how much you get paid just as long as they don't have to give back any money they derive from you? I must assume there are no wealthy people reading what I have to say."
~Sir Contemplation ~
Monday, June 3, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
"On this road we travel there will arise places to ponder, many empty and foreboding. Thunder will roll, pushing heavy dark clouds foreshadowing our horizons. There will blow evil winds, biting at our souls. We will wonder at the despair, blaming desperate loneliness. And when we hear approaching crowds, we will simply step aside." ~The Daark Karver~
"Humans hate as their souls are desolate and hostile. Our species employs hated to rationalize what we perceive to be progress. When in essence our hatred is the spawn of fear stirred by the rod of greed." In the lyrics of Pink Floyd, "After all we know that it's all about those with and those without."
~The Daark Karver~
"Then, I was not mistaken those many years ago when on a midnight stroll I heard a curious sound, strange and marvelous as I recall. If pressed to description, I would have to say it sounded most like the beating of the wings of a nighthawk dancing on the cool night winds." ~Henery Cariffinhill~
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
"These miles beckon, for they lead to adventure. The magick, like the sound of distant thunder, races across a vast mysterious land tenanted by ancient unknown creation. Living winds calling to us, calling our names. And storms, obscure with legend, point the way when lightening flashes from the palms of your hands. Now, let us go, let us travel this strange and wondrous path, you at my side; unfamiliar dust coloring our sandals." (How many times can one re-edit his thoughts?)
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Saturday, March 23, 2013
~One Night A Dream~
"On the islands behind, we see friends hands waving in the air, tears streaming down their sad and lonely faces. Before us we see quiet peaceful people helping each other. They are yet to notice strangers traveling their way. The distance before us and the distance behind is immense, vast."
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Ma and I began around midnight, I say around because she started pushing six minutes before midnight and finished four minutes past midnight. Sometimes, I say I was born on the 18th. Sometimes, I say I was born on the 19th. Sometimes I say I was born on both days.
Ma once told me, "Henry, you only took a few minutes to come out and you didn't even cry, not for a second, not until you laid eyes on your Pa." I have often wondered why she told me that.
Over the past 60 plus years, I've come to realize neither the day(s) nor the lack of crying had any real significance. Except, I suspect, they may have been the canvas for my curious personality
Monday, March 4, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Ma and I began around midnight, I say around because she started pushing six minutes before midnight and finished four minutes past midnight. Sometimes I say I was born on the 18th, sometimes I say I was born on the 19th, sometimes I even say I was born on both.
Ma once told me, "Henry, you only took a few minutes to come out and you didn't even cry, not for a second, not until you laid eyes on your Pa." I have often wondered why, and why she told me that.
Over the past 60 some odd years, I've come to realize neither the day(s) nor the lack of crying had any real significance. Except, I suspect, they may have been the canvas for my curious personality.