…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 ~
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.
“Contentment is, after all, simply refined indolence.”
-Thomas Chandler Haliburton
~ © Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~
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.
Wolf red moon,
there’s no way,
have my play,
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~
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.
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…
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
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.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I would like to wish my friends, family, blogger tribe, and Facebook peeps a glorious day filled with laughter and joy. 💝 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. 💗✌🎄🎀🎁
Wishing you all a beautiful Merry Christmas, 🎀 Happy Holidays, and a prosperous New Year. 🎀 I have this huge present for you, 🎁 and another one for you 🎁, and another for you. All are wrapped in 💝 and tied with a 🎀. ♥ under the 🎄 and 🎶 in your soul. 😘 💖 🎉🎉🎉
Love, Jazzi 💖
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~
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.
Listen to Jot on #SoundCloud #Undergroundchic #EDM #Adult Contemporary #Jazz #Funk #Electronic #Electronica
~©Jazzi Ryan Raynes~
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.
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.
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.
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!
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. 😎
Tap on the photo below to discover even more soul soothing healing beats.
~© Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~© Jot ~
“…watch where you aiming dey notes… I think I got some in ma mouth.” J