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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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14
Dec

Music Showcase: ~Jot~

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~Music Man~

His fingers fly as he lays down the notes, dropping, dreaming, feeling, eclectic smooth tones.

His mind opens up as he sounds out the tunes, dripping, firing, wiring, contagious hot grooves.

His rhythms creating as he plays out the heat,
drilling, sounding, pounding, dangerous red beats.

His music sings flames as he lays down the notes,
dreaming, screaming, feeling, electric blue tones.

~Jazzi~
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Check this out, my friends. This is why that poem up there drips multi-sensory musical notes. These are only a few examples of the electronic dance music, trance, chill, electronica, beat, classical, smooth jazz, genre borders this musician crosses and recrosses.

I would call it more… EDM & TJT – (techno jazz trance), if I had to put a blanket term on the music. TJT? Not a thing until now. My term for it anyhow. Polymorphic is a better description, but who is gonna get that? Composer, song creator, musician, artist. That.

You can find more of his work on SoundCloud where I post reviews, like the ones below, of his musical artistry. I write something up only after I have let the music live with me a couple of days or more, and give it a few deep listens. Like this work of art just below. It has a killer rap line you don’t want to miss.

I Can’t See My Future-

Listen to I Can’t See My Future by jot #np on #SoundCloud

You know what?
I can’t see past the chills running up my spine! Damn man, not for the weak hearted. You crash borders with your music… jump the razor wire while the rest struggle to climb the fence. Dance right on over the foot soldiers you Viking soul you… all unfettered fingers flying in the wind! Speak that Truth!
Urg. I need to gather up my psyche and duct tape it back together. I think I spilled some on the floor.

Fortune Man-

Listen to Fortunate Man by jot #np on #SoundCloud

I have listened to this song time and again. I’ve allowed the intricacies to develop and the layers to interact in my soul. So many layers of musical notes you would think there would be no way they could interact with one another and sound off with such clarity and harmony. Have a listen…then have another…and another.

Monster Love-

Listen to Monster Love by jot #np on #SoundCloud

So complex… Coming from that place somewhere deep inside and deep inside is where it ends up. I dig this one.. It rolls smooth… but like a snowcat on the interstate. Rough like a back rub from calloused fingers. Electric… as it feels like it could electrocute you at any time. Nice!

Aurora Nights-

Listen to Aurora Nights by jot #np on #SoundCloud

There go those multi-faceted visions again trippin’ through my mind like synesthesia. Rolls through my headphones in waves and strikes. Makes me want to twirl around the room and get down on the floor. Trance dance at its finest. Well done!

KP ME DIE N-

Listen to KP ME DIE N by jot #np on #SoundCloud

This one starts out in your face… and then you look down for a moment… only to find it’s creeping up behind you on whisper hard claws. Pecks on your shoulder with insistent steely notes and says, “You weren’t paying attention. You’d better listen up because I don’t like to repeat myself!”

I just had a physimotional response to that one. 😎

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~© Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~© Jot ~

“…watch where you aiming dey notes… I think I got some in ma mouth.” J

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)

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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~

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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~

3
Dec

~Our Rain~

Our rain shimmers the faintest snow.. almost invisible within the mist. Barely seen shards of heat, lost in the chill of time.

Our rain speaks in rock hard hellos.. soft water goodbyes gone in the chill. Barely heard shards of care, lost in a thrill of rime.

Our rain tastes of wet dreams in the night.. tangy drops bare within the pain. Barely flavored shards of want, lost in this desire of mine.

Our rain touches of crystal hot sleet.. stinging then gone in the drenching night. Barely felt shards of need, lost in the stream of time.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

27
Nov

~I Am The Ghost~

They don’t hear when I speak out loud. Their eyes get lost as they search the crowd.

They just stare.. their tears grieving their past. I am a ghost in the shadows I cast.

They don’t hear when I scream their names. They don’t hear beyond their silly games.

I am the ghost in their closed mind’s eye. I am the ghost always floating nearby.

When they can’t feel me in the cold winter night. When their dreams swirl long with chill, Gothic fright.

I’ll be the ghost who haunts their dreams, the shades of fear in lost moon beams.

I whisper to them in their deafened ears. I howl in frustration at their petty fears.

I am the ghostly entity they will never outlast.
I shimmer and moan and flicker and roam—
It’s always the darkest hour that out-shines the past.

~© Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

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