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18
Mar

~Haunted By You~

Waking in the night
hear a lonely sound,
memory lost in sight,
spirit earthbound.

Haunted by you,
I feel your soul,
I can’t see you,
and you won’t go.

Long day so bright,
haunted yesterdays,
glimmer beyond light,
haunted highways.

Shadow of rays,
I can feel you,
liminal days,
haunted by you.

Haunted by you,
I can feel you,
haunted by you,
but I cant see you.

Dream in my head,
memory lost and found,
thoughts of the dead,
ghosts earthbound.

Haunted by you,
I feel your soul,
I can’t see you,
and you won’t go.

Haunted by you,
I think you know,
I can’t see you,
and you won’t show.

You won’t go and
move on ahead,
you won’t go and
you live in my head,
You won’t go you
stick around,
Haunted by you
lost spirit earthbound.

Β© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

6
Mar

~Tired~

I’m Tired of this.
I Don’t want to Do dishes anymore. I want to eat off paper plates in front of a crackling Fire…
No more cleaning, I want to sweep dirt from my Teepee with a straw broom.
Don’t want stupid negative redundant Inane words…
Want to write Poetry and Books while my lover brushes my hair.
Over Giving to you what You would Never think to give to me.
Sick of living Here. Deep in a cave is where I’d rather be, making Love on skins and cotton.

Or maybe in a mountain River, cold, hot, Real.

~ Β© Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~

16
Feb

~Love Notes~

…Told him I loved him a thousand times.
Wrote it in poems, notes, lyrics, and rhymes.

…Whispered to his mind in a million ways.
Said it in thoughts, dreams, shiny gold rays.

…Let him know it in my saddest hour,
Expressed without fear, shed tears, did not cower.

…Made him feel me in the dark of night,
Touched him in a way only I knew was right.

…An understanding place that is so rare,
Opened the heart, the mind, my soul laid bare.

…Gave safe harbor on this cruel, lonely planet,
Laid down in truth, raw-edged, heat rimed with regret.

…Will tell him I love him a million more times,
Won’t send hearts, flowers, flaming blue sighs…

…I will write it in poems, stories, lyrics, and rhymes…

(Dedicated to J.)

~ Β© Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~

2
Feb

~Move Mountains~

Work for the life you want. Work hard and with intention. Don’t sit around and wait for someone or some greater entity to hand it to you on a silver platter. Everything that takes away from your drive, passion, and love, takes away everything. Drop everything you can from your present reality but those things that move you forward.

Simply don’t stress out over the little things anymore, because they are all little things. Don’t take everything so seriously or so personally. Stay young in mind if not in body. Don’t allow others to steal your candy or knock the ice cream cone out of your hand. Make jokes, flirt, dance, play, sing, laugh, and love.

Sweet dreams are made of this. A desire to succeed in a challenging world. Trying is all you can do, working at it is all I do. Move mountains with intention, because if there is no hope and no desire to get ahead, you won’t move a grain of sand. What you do in your work to gain the future profoundly describes your being. This realization makes it all very much real in a lavish rose-colored world. You never really get knocked out…just stunned a little bit.

The things that are worth having in this life require work. If it comes easy, unless you’re at that skill level where it should, then it’s not worth your time. You appreciate the things that you have to work for. You will have a tendency to take better care of these things you want for your life if you keep that in mind.

I work on a steep learning curve and sometimes it’s a slippery slope…but I gotta mean ass four-wheel drive and determination. I’ve discovered I have to learn and just get it done because I’m the only one who can. I’ve also learned to stay calm and put one foot in front of the other while helping the other people in my life gain traction.

I’ve never had the ability to be calm, decisive, a safe harbor…for myself or for anyone else. Not until the last year, year and a half. This newfound gentleness comes from staying aware of myself and realizing we all go through shit all the time and I’m no better or no different than anyone else.

I don’t like format constraints on my life, but sometimes they are necessary to get shit done. Once I decide I want to do something there is little short of physically dying that will keep me from it. Take these words and make them yours. Tear them apart, put them back together, and figure out how to write the chapters of your life so they will be a great fucking read.

Now it’s all about being happy even when happy is sitting on the curb waiting on the bus.

β€œContentment is, after all, simply refined indolence.”
-Thomas Chandler Haliburton

Semper Avanti

~ Β© Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~

14
Jan

– Fire Room –

Lock down the fire room, place no hints, drop no maps, I see a dark tomb.

Lock down the hatch, leave no clues, drop no secrets, I’m feeling you soon.

Boom, boom, fire room,
I’ll never learn,
gonna get a burn,
can’t escape the blood moon.

Slip through that door, break the latch, drop no time, I’ll give you more.

Hardest day,
Wolf red moon,
there’s no way,
have my play,
Fire room,
see you soon.

Boom, boom, fire room,
I’ll never teach,
gonna have to reach,
can’t escape the blood moon.

Escape room, raider tomb, prison of doom, lock me in, take me out, boom, boom, fire room.

~Β©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

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

~Β©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

~Β©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

25
Dec

~Merry Happy Day~

I would like to wish my friends, family, blogger tribe, and Facebook peeps a glorious day filled with laughter and joy. πŸ’ I am always thinking of you, still sending those good vibrations, and always wishing for you days better than the day before. This time of year can be hard on people. Instead of joyous, it is often a sad, lonely, stressful time for many. Remember, you are not alone. We are all one. We are all the same. We all feel the same pain, anger, stress, and love as the folks on your friend’s list, the old lady across the street, your bff, that homeless guy, and the nasty relative who ruins Christmas dinner every year. Don’t forget that. πŸ’—βœŒπŸŽ„πŸŽ€πŸŽ

Wishing you all a beautiful Merry Christmas, πŸŽ€ Happy Holidays, and a prosperous New Year. πŸŽ€ I have this huge present for you, 🎁 and another one for you 🎁, and another for you. All are wrapped in πŸ’ and tied with a πŸŽ€. β™₯ under the πŸŽ„ and 🎢 in your soul. 😘 πŸ’– πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰

Love, Jazzi πŸ’–

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.

~Β©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

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