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2
Jan

~2019 Resolution (life vision)~

You will find in your life that most people don’t care what you do. They move in and out of your orbit, stick around and go. Nothing is ever static as each has their free will to be an individual. For now anyway. It is as it should be, nothing more nothing less.

You’ll discover that your friends are more supportive of your goals than family will ever be. Your true friends will be proud of you for your successes, where the family will often only have unsolicited advice on how you should live. Don’t judge your tribe by the blood running through their veins, and don’t allow them to decide who you are. Many times the people who care the most aren’t even remotely related to you.

I’m not saying that your family isn’t good and in your corner. They are. Hopefully. But you need to remember yourself, be aware of your goals, and don’t expect them to be the first ones to the dock when your ship comes in. Be true to yourself.

Don’t depend on anyone to tell you that you are doing a great job. Just do your job, create your future, moment by moment, rise and move forward. Be a success, be an inspiration, and be yourself, despite any naysayers. The only person who knows what is right for you is You.

Do Not Ever put yourself down, or think less of your abilities. Simply don’t banish yourself and your will to thrive out of existence. There are plenty of folks waiting in line to do just that. If someone tells you, Oh, I can do that as well as you… Put them to the test. Show me don’t tell me.

Don’t ask for understanding, –those who get you will make it known. Quit hoping you’ll get a pat on the back, and forget trying to get some people on board your spaceship. They’d rather take the subway, so stop wasting time setting your rocket down on their cracked landing pad.

Create the year, the life, the dream you want to live.

Semper Avanti

Love, Jazzi

28
Dec

~Taryn Vayl Evrwrite~

I mean, we knew she was a strong, self-contained woman. Always seemed to have her shit together. You know what I mean? Didn’t need anyone hindering her search. She was always gazing into the abyss. But nowadays you couldn’t tell if she was anywhere near the black hole, inside or out, here or there. If you even looked at her sideways, she would just split an infinitive, man. She was all over the place and back, in an instant! I shit you not! You might not even know she was writing about you until you read it on her blog.

Her name is Taryn Vayl Evrwrite, but we call her Vayl. Never knew what route the lady was gonna take, or where you’d end up. She was a dynamic, prolific writer, and we loved hanging out with Vayl, –when she wasn’t tossing alphabetic musings to the wind. Dug how she hijacked regular words and fried them in the fire.

If you were able to catch a rare glance of Vayl when she dropped the comma and warped the laws of grammar, –you would see she was beyond that proper ellipses bullshit. Gal had mad skills. Could be just like the rest of us, –not knowing which way to go until somebody notices you’re struggling.

Still. She was focused on the words, and how to use them to create a new abyss of falling letters. There was no rabbit hole, no limits, no right participle, no event horizon. It was all an illusion. You could create whatever you wanted to create! That was just how she wrote. Vayl enjoyed the muse as much as the final draft….. Yeah, she was one to keep an eye on, that Vayl…

Spukhafte Fernwirkung

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

26
Dec

~Mountain Bear McKenzi~

I mean, we knew he was a strong, self-contained fellow. Always seemed to have his shit together. You know what I mean? Didn’t need anyone telling him what to do. He was always thinking one step ahead. But nowadays those steps were taking him beyond the town, beyond the county line, and out of the state. If anyone dared to spill just one word sideways, he would just split, man. He was all over the place and back, in an instant! I shit you not! You might not even know he’d already beat you at your own game unless you’d paid attention.

His name is Mountain Bear McKenzi, but we call him Bear. Never knew what route the dude was gonna take, or where you’d end up. He was a dynamic, dark comedian, and we loved hanging out with the Mountain Bear, –when he wasn’t busy messing with somebody’s day. Dug how he flipped off common notions and threw them in the fire.

If you were able to catch a rare glance of Bear when he split the misconceptions and warped the brains of many, –you would see he was beyond that everyday normal bullshit. Bro had mad skills. Could be just like the rest of us, –not knowing which way to go until somebody notices you’re struggling.

Still. He was focused on the road, and how to use that to destroy the concept of home. There was no one place, no location, no country, no boundaries, no cage. It was all an illusion. You could go wherever you wanted to go! That’s how we knew him to be. Bear dug the journey as much as the destination. Yeah, he was one determined fellow, that Mountain Bear.

Spukhafte Fernwirkung

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

22
Dec

~Schroedinger’s Alpha Cat~

I mean, we knew he was a strong, self-contained fellow. Always seemed to have his shit together. You know what I mean? Didn’t need anyone glancing his way. He was always thinking outside the box. But nowadays you couldn’t tell if he was anywhere near the box, alive or dead, here or there. If you even looked at him sideways, he would just split, man. He was all over the place and back, in an instant! I shit you not! You might not even know he was back in the hood until you looked away.

We called him Schroedinger, Roady for short. Never knew what path the dude was gonna take, or where you’d end up. He was dynamic and unpredictable, but we loved hanging out with Roady, –when he wasn’t warping the space-time continuum. Dug how he took the fucking box and threw it in the fire.

If you were able to catch a rare glance of Roady when he split the infinitive, and warped the laws of physics, –you would see he was beyond that quantum process bullshit. Bro had mad skills. Could be just like the rest of us, –not knowing which way to go until somebody notices you’re struggling.

Still. He was focused on the imaginary box, and how to use that to shred the concept of duality. There was no symmetry, no wave, no particle, no Faraday cage. It was all an illusion. It was whatever you wanted it to be! That’s what we thought he meant anyhow. Yeah, he was one intuitive fellow, that Roady.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

18
Dec

~Higher Order~

When you discover an eclectic, complex, highly intelligent mind, you simply have to feed it. You will feed yourself as you satiate this need. Present the grapes, truffles, and mead of creativity to this hungry mind. Feed the place where words are always present, but so rarely needed.

Allow this multi-faceted visionary to rest on silken pillows while you balance a golden tray of ideas, dreams, and physimotional eruptions. Wait while this intellect gazes at the joker then decide what flavor it most desires. Maybe it wants sweet honey. Maybe it wants salt and pepper. Perhaps it would prefer earthy, smoky, dirty flavors.

Stand back and watch as silver streams of energy and art radiate from this glowing soul. Taste that intuition!! Smooth, rich and mixed to get you high. Shaken stirred and poured. Ahh, delicious perfection in a richly flavored gilded sensation!

You are sated now. You have found a vibrant, kindred mind as strange and beautiful as your own. Never let it get hungry, never let it starve for understanding, never let it die.

Go. 🔀 It’s time to dine.

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13
Dec

~I Can See In The Dark~

…I wander through my house at night, in the dark, working over the words always trying to get out. Sometimes the energy of my thoughts will not allow me just to sit and ponder. Ironically, the second this title popped into my head this morning, I tripped over a fucking garbage bag I forgot to put out yesterday, and almost fell on my head. Go figure. I need some more shit in my way apparently. (smart mouthy biatch) However, since it came to me in such a way… I’ll have to write the damn thing now. It will be as much of a surprise to me, as it was to trip over something I had placed in my own way…

~I Can See In The Dark~

I wander looking, longing.. dreaming..
for the words I cannot say.

I can see in the dark.. I can show you the way.

Searching gazing, glaring.. into the black highway.

I wander hunting, tracking, trailing..
lost emotions I cannot feel.

I can see in the dark.. I can help you to heal.

Searching gazing, glaring..
into the night highway.

I wander feeling, touching..
tasting..
the words I now can say.

I can see in the dark.. I now know the way.

Searching gazing, glaring..
into the night highway.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes

12
Dec

Jazzi’s Acid- *4* 💥

…And why do some air fresheners smell so good in the store and then smell like ass when you spray them around your home? Truth in advertising should be a law. They shouldn’t be allowed to sell a product that smells worse than the chili-boiled egg-beer fart you chased your homies out of the room with during Sunday’s game.

The air “freshener” I tried today.. and I won’t name names, but they have an air freshener called crisp waters, and they really should have named it dirty toilet water, ass de’aroma or bracing sewage gas. It was fucking terrible! I thought the septic tank had backed up. Seriously. Now, I hate to throw out a whole can of pressurized turdscents. I prefer these cans of crap that are under pressure to be empty before I toss them in the garbage. So, I’m gonna let the evil, crisp brown waters sit on my shelf until I get the courage to take it outside and spray it away.

#smartass

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~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

10
Dec

~Secret #1~

Here’s an insight into how my mind works. A secret, if you will.

I know about ten different male internet techs by their first names. Seriously. That’s how bad the internet is where I live.

Had my life circumstances been different, had the timing been just right, I would have taken down the dirty white boy from southern West Virginia despite the sweltering July heat. He was hot-blooded and putting off all the right vibes…

But I would have cooked him a meal had that been what he’d rather have wanted. Gave him a back rub while he napped in front of the fan, and washed his filthy jeans while he took a shower.

~© Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

6
Dec

~Hot-Blooded~

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5
Dec

~Worthless Things~

There all these things, these possessions, these artifacts of a life…and I realize there is no one thing here, no object, no collection, no antique, no inanimate piece of wood, metal, glass or cloth, that means more to me than your love. I drip a thousand tears on these meaningless things and yearn for the things that live outside of space and time. The things that are real and sure…unlike these temporary things I own.

These unnecessary pretties are just so much junk invading my heart. Cluttering up my house, my mind, my life. When I go from here I will sell these worthless things made of this and that, turn loose of the stuff that suffocates my soul. Take the money and travel with a knapsack, paper and pen, to find you…to find you wherever you are.

What I need is not made of stone, porcelain, marble or plastic. What I need is the things money can’t buy, the things only the soul can see. The things of love and devotion and hot sunset passions. There are all these damn things and they crowd my mind, my body, my life.

I will get rid of these unnecessary possessions and use the money to find the necessary things my heart so desires. I will find this love and I will make it mine, will hold it and treasure it in this full heart of mine.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

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