Monday, September 30, 2013

"When things keep changing, the idea of  a 'new-normal' must exist to keep you pacified, calm and under control."
~Daark Karver~

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~

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


"Things don't really ever change, but they never stay the same."                                                                                ~Jack Henry Kraven~




Friday, September 6, 2013

"The greatest sadness is when you have lived long enough to see the country you were born and

raised in and labored in, would have died for, is no more."
                                                                           ~Henery Cariffinhill~