Now it was time to go back to the shop and clean up the sawdust. Half used ideas lay scattered on the floor and partially sawed words littered the work table. There was a messy pile of shitty ideas tossed in one corner, and I thought I would throw them in the junk drawer with the half used batteries. Maybe they still had a little juice in them I could use if I didn’t forget where they were.
Run on sentences and grammatical errors were stacked neatly to one side. These could be fixed, and there was no need to throw them in the trash. I grabbed my broom and began to sweep up the misspelled words and scraps of unrealized thoughts. Something was missing, and I gazed at the work table for a moment. There, behind a poorly shaped paragraph, lay a tight, square paragraph that I had almost missed. I slipped it in my pocket to work on later. I had to clean up the mess I had made here before I could turn around and make another.
I scooped up the pile I would discard and threw it in the bin. There were still dusty letters lying here and there, but they were bothering no one, and maybe I would need them later. I patted my breast pocket to make sure the word packet was still there and turned to leave the room. I took one last glance before I turned out the light. The sawdust had been cleared, and the editing process could begin. I was satisfied. I turned out the thoughts, closed the door, and lay down to sleep.
~© Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
This truly is a random chunk of brain matter and I apologize ahead of time. But I just gotta know because it seems so weird to me…
Tell me something you guys. Is there a gene that comes into play, that allows normally logical, sane people to put ketchup on everything? Sure I like ketchup. On burgers, hotdogs and fries…
Not on eggs, fried potatoes, green beans, navy beans, lima beans -n- ham. Not on macaroni and cheese (omg people really? macnchez is a food group). Ketchup sandwiches. Is there something I’m missing? Not inside a grilled cheese sandwich and why are you dipping those chicken fingers in there? You can’t expect me to believe you’re not a little nuts, if I catch you putting ketchup on a tomato sandwich or a squirt on your fried green tomatoes.
I know you guys probably don’t do that to all of your food but I’ve met a couple folks and I tell you. They went through bottles of ketchup like most do rolls of toilet paper. However, they will probably live a longer, healthier life on account of the high lycopene content in tomatoes.
And while I’m on this subject, because I promise you, I won’t revisit this sidecar again…
Is this the same unidentified gene (or maybe it is known, I’ll have to look), that is responsible for a desire to have everything taste like bacon, pumpkins and honey?
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
“Our rain was like faintest snow.. almost invisible within the mist. Barely seen shards of heat, lost in the chill of time.”
I want to try something, you guys. An experiment, if you will. I want you to write this poem. It does not have to rhyme, it does not have to make sense to anyone but you. Write as short or as long as you feel is needed.
You are going to create a poem of reality, veiled in lyrical words. One that is true and slanted to your unique sight. Poetically tell the truth and play the heart. Take the time to hear the colors, taste the sounds and immerse yourself in the words.
And I know you can do this because you all have a vision of your very own when you read the lines above. I read your various writings, as my time allows, and every single one of you are beautiful writers. Everyone of you have unique, lyrical viewpoints and I’d love to see what you can do with this.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
~Just sitting here braining. I think I just invented a word.~
~You just can’t fix some things. They are like ash and evaporate into nothing when you touch them.~
“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
~Rainbows only happen rarely and you only see them if you’re on your toes.~
~You went to college? Library living and people watching learning right here.~
“Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.”
~Intelligence fights with itself.~
~Organized is a way of life. The various things I’ve done and created over my life have been controlled almost anal retentively. Like I had the only way to do a thing. And honestly, I still feel that way sometimes. It’s like I need some help but yer not doing it right get outta my way I’ll do it myself.~
~A lot of things the Marquis De Sade said were true and all so real. People make his words taboo because he was a freak and didn’t give a fuck.~
~Open minds only need trail behind.~
~If you are gay please let me know this important piece of information before I lay all my best moves on you.~
“Do not sleep under a roof. Carry no money or food. Go alone to places frightening to the common brand of men. Become a criminal of purpose. Be put in jail, and extricate yourself by your own wisdom.”
~Just be careful where you hide the bodies. I don’t want to have to accidentally dig one up when I’m trying to bury one of my own.~
~On doing what you love… If I were a painter I would be Bob Ross. Painting happy trees on sweeping colorful landscapes.~
~Yes, baby. Let’s make art sometime.~
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I was dreaming about a haunted house, a severely haunted room and dreaming a lucid dream within a dream.
I woke up and then I woke up again but still…
Because They were still there and objects were still flying around the room, suddenly conscious of dimensions shifting.
Then I fell asleep in the sleep and…
At once awakened and still again I dream.
~We Ran ~ Dream Inspired Free Write #2
I held the hand of my lover then…
clasped fingers of passion and devotion and minds entwined…
we walked ran climbed through dirty foul littered industrial streets and mazes running to,
and running from,
some unknown evil.
I traversed a rocky path strewn with huge tomes of knowledge, these scattered between the large stones open and closed.
I made my way to swim in the bright blue ocean,
but before I got there discovered a dark grotto.
Where people joyfully swam naked in the cool green-black waters, amongst slick boulders and bodies floated freely.
Then wedged in between stones the size of cars and houses,
and I wanted to swim with the ecstatic souls.
I looked back as I carefully made my way toward the light,
regretfully and yet understanding more knowledge was needed.