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19
Mar

~My Agenda~

Follow through the night,
Follow through the day.
Gimme your high and your dream,
clear azure sky,
raining rainbow eye,
no pressin’ low and sick
sugar cream.
Bright cerulean bay,
sailing ship upon the light,
no drownin’ down and sick salty scream.

Speak to me in mental wave,
talk to me in flashin’ light,
Wanna get in your routine,
follow through your sight.
Vision through your sight,
vision through your day,
wanna get in your agenda just like you get in mine.

Get in your agenda
just like you get in mine,
Feel you moving through me
just like red velvet wine,
just like smooth timeless time,
just like you get in mine.

Gimme your vodka and your saffron, no vanilla and saccharin.
Get in your agenda maybe,
lost baby I just want in.
Gimme your truffle and your spice, no red bean and rice.
Get in your agenda maybe,
play it down, roll the dice.

Gimme your high and your dream,
clear azure sky,
raining rainbow eye,
your agenda no playin’
dream in a dream,
lost baby I just want in.

Follow through the night,
Follow through the day.
I wanna get in your agenda
just like you get in mine,
Feel you moving through me
just like smoked velvet wine,
just like soft dreamless time,
just like you get in mine.
Get in your agenda boy just like you get in mine,
just like you get in mine.

Get in your agenda
just like you get in mine,
Feel you moving through me
just like red velvet wine,
just like smooth timeless time,
just like you get in mine.
Get in your dream just like you get in mine,
lost baby I just want in,
in your agenda just like you get in mine.

Follow through the night,
follow through the day,
bright cerulean bay,
Raining rainbow eye,
wanna get in your agenda
just like you get in mine.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

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.

© 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.

~ © 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.)

~ © 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.

~©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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~ © Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~

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

9
Dec

~How Are Ya Fixed For Love~ Frank & Keely

How Are Ya’ Fixed For Love- Frank Sinatra (with Keely Smith)

~~~~~~

You’re fixed for the ❄❄❄s, you have more than you need,
get your coat on baby, the cold 🌀🌀🌀s blow.

You’re fixed for the weather,
you can do a good deed, friends around the 🔥🔥🔥 you should all now gather.

Get your hats and your gloves, take what I say to 💖 and to heed, but baby, ❄❄❄ baby, how are ya fixed for 💏💕?

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

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8
Dec

~Stand~

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

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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