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~Dear Santa,~

Dear Santa,

~ Naughty List ~

Makin’ my list, and checkin’ it twice.

Tall, dark, handsome, and intelligent. Let’s see now…

* Alpha male

* Tall: 6′ 3″+

* Dark: Black/brown/salt-n-pepper hair
Dark blue or green eyes
Well-groomed beard
Broad muscular body
Chest hair!
Stunningly primal

* Handsome: All of the above dipped in
smokin’ hot sensualism, erotic intensity, and aged to perfection.

* Intelligent: Open-minded, quick-witted, mature, classy, emotionally available,
trustworthy, and loving. Texts in complete sentences!!

~ Reality List ~

That☝ would probably just scorch me into a pile of smoldering ash,🔥so as long as he’s not an asshole, we can start there. Okay, Santa?

Yes, please,


~Airplane Mode~

You are in my pocket lying right next to my warm body, your face resting against my hip as my phone rings a dropped signal.

We communicate in a trio of clouds above mountain ranges, our words aloft in a whirlwind of natural frequencies.

The Appalachians, the Smokies, the Rockies, create an electrified, rarefied atmosphere our hopes, dreams and emotions live in.

I want to answer the call I hear ringing through my headphones, vibrating against my skin, teasing my mind.

Storms flash flood dangerously here as heat swelters unrelenting there, and the connection is disrupted.

It was an accidental dialing, but it did not matter because the connection to me was open in the cloud as I lay listening against your warm body.

I was open in your pocket as the airwaves danced with extreme weather, as I moved against your skin, a mere tap from a breathy whisper upon your soul.

You didn’t know I was there. I didn’t know I was there with rough words and smooth sighs touching you through the fabric.

I hold you to my chest. My palm slick with sweat as I hold your cool glass face to my heart. The future beckons while the ringtone cracks and falls into the abyss of missed chances.

Somewhere in the steam drenched foothills. Somewhere above rolling green ridges. Some place intimately close and yet far away.

Two broken wings…

In airplane mode…

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

🛫✈️✈️ 🛬



I sizzled with all the power and jolt
of a lighting bolt
in your stormy night sky
in your azure third eye
in your Hushabye sighs

I etched with all the beauty and grace
of a woman’s face
in your darkest gray day
in your work and play
in your hopes and pain

I created with all the passion and heat
of a lover’s greed
in your steamy dream time
in your mind’s eye
in your thoughts and mine

I gifted with all the caring and hurt
of a complete work
in your vision of future
in your heart the cure
in our strength we endure

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes



Come… be the heartbeat of my poetry. Allow me to dip my thoughts into the azure paint of your eyes and blend myself into your soul.

Come… be the depth of my prose.
Allow me to dive into the dark reaches of your mind and etch myself onto your psyche.

Come… be the high note of my lyric.
Allow me to sing songs in your tune and play music upon your skin.

Come… be the dream in my story.
Allow me to write you down before I forget and figure you out later.

Come… be the truth in my tale.
Allow me to dip my love into the blue skies of your eyes and paint myself onto your hopes.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes


~Moral Character~

I just want you to know that when you feel like you’ve done things in your life you know you shouldn’t have or have done wrong to yourself or others intentionally or unintentionally, that you are incredibly human. Understanding the concept of right and wrong without judging ourselves into hell is an art. It is self-taught skill and you feel it out on the steep learning curve of moral behavior. Self-driven guilt trips are common on the pathway to enlightenment. The path is often fraught with destruction, construction, ruin and rebuild. We all make a mess or two at one time or another and it is up to each one of us who spilled it, to clean it up.

I think it takes the strongest of heart and the most ancient of souls to allow themselves to be influenced by and to experience their darkest facets, their vulnerabilities, and their monsters. But even more… to come out on the other side better for it. To be able to live all of our sides, good and bad, light and dark, in comfortable agreement. Some things should not be fought with sword and bow. Your personality aspects are but one of these things. I speak from experience and acceptance.

🎶”Human” – Rag-n-Bone Man🎶

I somehow know this is true… that the better we get at playing this game called life, the older we are in the soul, in the spirit. We’ve been here and done this before, time and again, and we remember a little more every time and correct our moral compass. It’s all about being our authentic self.

No fully integrated, intentionally aware soul got there without crushing a few toes and egos (ecosystems) along the way. (Ecosystems is how auto correct corrected egos. It works too.) We live in a human body for a reason. It limits how easily we can fix the antiquity of things we are capable of destroying in a mere moment. It takes days, years, and decades for a body and mind to build a thing and a flat 4 second 60 to blow it into oblivion. Nothing great ever comes about without a healthy amount of trial and error.

🎶”My Name Is Human” – Highly Suspect🎶

In other words, we are supposed to fuck up, learn, teach, give, take, learn and fuck up again until we wake up. Wake up and work together instead of hurting each other. Just the knowing of this is a reward in itself. There are no inherently bad or good people, just as there are no stone cold good or bad days. It is a choice. All of it is your choice. How you act, how you react, how will you decide to interact with others.

Choose it all but choose wisely would be my advice to the noobs. We are all going to end up the same way, even if we don’t know what that means for sure. And we don’t know what that means no matter how many scientists and spiritualists try to tell you they know what lies beyond. We will know when we are supposed to if we choose to learn to swim instead of treading water in concrete boots, hip waders and rose colored glasses.

🎶”I Am Human” – Escape The Fate🎶

It just takes some people longer to learn. When you don’t learn from your mistakes you make life difficult for everyone. The game of life is hard and the waters are rough when you choose to ignore the stormy weather you generate. Fortunately, most of us eventually learn how to swim naked in a hurricane among the sharks.

Some of us, like you and me, have learned enough on the journey to begin archiving the teachings of our soul and have decided to give them back to humanity in some way. If one sentence, one phrase, one word, one song, strikes one soul in the heart and stops it for a split second, long enough to cause a personal revelation then it was all worth it.

The point of regrettable actions is to understand that they damage everything and everyone and that is unacceptable. Harm no-one, including yourself…

… unless you get up in my grill and threaten this vessel that houses my eternal spirit or someone’s I love. Then all bets are off and you have a bigger problem than poor moral character and I’m betting I won’t lose much sleep over my potentially ethically corrupt actions.

🎶”Natural” – Imagine Dragons🎶

“Do No Harm, But Take No Shit.”
– Moïra Fowley-Doyle, Spellbook of the Lost and Found

More to think about…

6 Types of Moral Dilemmas in Life and How to Resolve Them

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes


~Some Days~

Some days we feel like we have it all under control and nothing can stop us. Other days we just want to crawl back under the covers. But let me tell you something friends… All those different days are all the same. All those words used to describe a bad day are our perception of a moment. A day itself isn’t inherently shitty. Our outlook on said day is the thing that stinks up the place. Think about these things we say when a day seems like too much.

“Oh, this sucks. It’s Monday.”

So what? It’s yesterday or tomorrow for someone else right now.

“I got up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Did you now? What about all those happily successful people who never thought twice about throwing themselves out of whichever side was closest… or had one side against the wall?

“My back hurts/head aches/I’m depressed/Butthurt/ nope day.”

Look. If you can take a day off just to baby yourself, then by all means do that. But we all know that is not often an option, so you more than ever have to try to make the best of it. Bitching about it only make all those aches, pains and foul emotions worse.

“I had a fight with my spouse/lover/parent/bff, so today bites.”

Did you hear what you just said? I…I had a fight. All those seconds/minutes/hours were there for you to create moments. You created and participated in a fight. It’s half your fault, so suck it up and be willing to compromise where possible and apologize when necessary.

“Someone I love died on this day and this date will forever bring sadness and pain.”

Yes, it will. Please try to remember the good things, fun times, hard times, all those special memories. Celebrate who this person was in life by doing something they would have loved. A favorite movie, book, or music album. A favorite food, a walk in the woods, a scrapbook of photos. Take the time to roll through the tears until you come out on the side of smiles.

“My boss is a jerk/My co-worker is an asshole/The traffic is a nightmare/Nothing is going right and today is just stupid (f$#t), so get outta my way!”

Honey? The more you carry on like that, the more shit is gonna happen. When you bull your way through and the force that be with you reflects onto your peers and surroundings, it’s going to bounce and reverb and stick right back to you. The law of attraction at work. Hang it out there and wave it around and that’s what you’ll get back.

“I’m having a bad hair day/I look bloated/My clothes don’t fit right/I cut myself shaving, so I’m not fit to be seen in public today.”

Really? Don’t be a drama queen ladies and gentlemen. Assume you look like a star everyday because other people don’t notice those little presumed failures a fraction as much as you think they do. Carry yourself with confidence and self worth and that’s what people will see.

Be careful how you react to people and situations in your daily routine. Remember that they might be having a shitty day too, and somebody elses day is going to be spoiled by your bad attitude.

Keep this in mind. Some days we do have it all together and that’s fine and dandy, but that all of our days are the same until we make them happen instead of allowing them to happen to us. Choose a good day, then you will never have to provide yourself with an excuse to describe a bad one.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes


~There Was One~

There was one
who sailed to the skies.
A proud one
who had shed his ties.
He battled the storm,
heart steady and warm.
He learned about wrong and right,
never give in without a fight.

There was one
who sailed to the sun.
A lone one
who was the guiding son.
He traveled the world,
adventure cloth unfurled.
He learned about humanity,
the sacred and the insanity.

There was one
who sailed to the stars.
A hard one
who bared many scars.
He plotted his day,
his work and his play.
He learned about hurt and anger,
safe harbors and intense danger.

There was one
who settled in place.
A lost one
who found his grace.
He crafted a home,
of whispers and stone.
He learned about pain and love,
how to pull and how to shove.

There was one
who raised the stakes.
A lone one
who knew what love makes.
She made her plans,
with thought and hands.
She learned about truth and trust,
never give up to do what you must.

There were two,
who sailed forth in time.
The same one sound
who did now rhyme.
They mended the sails,
frayed threads that failed.
They learned about one and one,
never again will they be alone.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes


~Button on my Phone~

Button on my phone,
standing all alone,
Back against the wall,
staring down the hall.

Stalker there unseen,
lost like a dream,
dreamer in my home,
In the button
on my phone.

Button on my phone,
dead and alone,
Head up the wall,
lost and gone,
sent on by,
by the
Button on my phone.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

~ I think this speaks to the insistence of social media in our lives and the trial by media you so often see. And the choice to click or not to click. ~DMG



I stepped out of a
scream dark dream,
in a dark night
in a dark room
awake from this
cold black thing,

Awake in the shine
of a full on moon,
Awake from the dream
of a black night beam.

Awake in the light,
Aware in the day,
gone til night,
black night ray.

Awake in the night,
Aware in the day,
gone for now,
black night way.

I slipped out of a
grim stark scene,
in a dark night
in a dark room
aware of this
chill black thing.

Awake in the shine
of a full on moon,
Awake from the dream
of a black night beam.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes



Close enough to burn,
chills ripple on my skin.
Too late to turn,
flames flare once again.

Flames low fatal blue,
hot flicker in my soul.
Flames shaped of you,
and I lose all control.

Moth living in a glass,
your sun molten fire.
Lava wings on the grass,
flames blue red desire.

Flames low searing blue,
hot flicker in my soul.
Flames shaped of you,
and I lose all I know.

Flames strip it bare,
burn flash in my soul.
Flames take what’s there,
and I lose all control.

Fire in my blood,
life flows through my veins.
Too late to turn
off this flame scorched flood,
Too late to turn
from the burning highways,
Too late now blazing blue eyes.

Flames low fatal blue,
smoke smells like you.
Chills ripple on my skin,
flames flare once again,
Flames shaped of you,
fire tastes of you.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

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