~Airplane Mode~

You are in my pocket lying right next to my warm body, your face resting against my hip as my phone rings a dropped signal.

We communicate in a trio of clouds above mountain ranges, our words aloft in a whirlwind of natural frequencies.

The Appalachians, the Smokies, the Rockies, create an electrified, rarefied atmosphere our hopes, dreams and emotions live in.

I want to answer the call I hear ringing through my headphones, vibrating against my skin, teasing my mind.

Storms flash flood dangerously here as heat swelters unrelenting there, and the connection is disrupted.

It was an accidental dialing, but it did not matter because the connection to me was open in the cloud as I lay listening against your warm body.

I was open in your pocket as the airwaves danced with extreme weather, as I moved against your skin, a mere tap from a breathy whisper upon your soul.

You didn’t know I was there. I didn’t know I was there with rough words and smooth sighs touching you through the fabric.

I hold you to my chest. My palm slick with sweat as I hold your cool glass face to my heart. The future beckons while the ringtone cracks and falls into the abyss of missed chances.

Somewhere in the steam drenched foothills. Somewhere above rolling green ridges. Some place intimately close and yet far away.

Two broken wings…

In airplane mode…

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

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~We~

I sizzled with all the power and jolt
of a lighting bolt
in your stormy night sky
reflected
in your azure third eye
accented
in your Hushabye sighs

I etched with all the beauty and grace
of a woman’s face
in your darkest gray day
refracted
in your work and play
resounded
in your hopes and pain

I created with all the passion and heat
of a lover’s greed
in your steamy dream time
remembered
in your mind’s eye
rebounded
in your thoughts and mine

I gifted with all the caring and hurt
of a complete work
in your vision of future
created
in your heart the cure
reverbed
in our strength we endure

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

~Moral Character~

I just want you to know that when you feel like you’ve done things in your life you know you shouldn’t have or have done wrong to yourself or others intentionally or unintentionally, that you are incredibly human. Understanding the concept of right and wrong without judging ourselves into hell is an art. It is self-taught skill and you feel it out on the steep learning curve of moral behavior. Self-driven guilt trips are common on the pathway to enlightenment. The path is often fraught with destruction, construction, ruin and rebuild. We all make a mess or two at one time or another and it is up to each one of us who spilled it, to clean it up.

I think it takes the strongest of heart and the most ancient of souls to allow themselves to be influenced by and to experience their darkest facets, their vulnerabilities, and their monsters. But even more… to come out on the other side better for it. To be able to live all of our sides, good and bad, light and dark, in comfortable agreement. Some things should not be fought with sword and bow. Your personality aspects are but one of these things. I speak from experience and acceptance.

🎶”Human” – Rag-n-Bone Man🎶

I somehow know this is true… that the better we get at playing this game called life, the older we are in the soul, in the spirit. We’ve been here and done this before, time and again, and we remember a little more every time and correct our moral compass. It’s all about being our authentic self.

No fully integrated, intentionally aware soul got there without crushing a few toes and egos (ecosystems) along the way. (Ecosystems is how auto correct corrected egos. It works too.) We live in a human body for a reason. It limits how easily we can fix the antiquity of things we are capable of destroying in a mere moment. It takes days, years, and decades for a body and mind to build a thing and a flat 4 second 60 to blow it into oblivion. Nothing great ever comes about without a healthy amount of trial and error.

🎶”My Name Is Human” – Highly Suspect🎶

In other words, we are supposed to fuck up, learn, teach, give, take, learn and fuck up again until we wake up. Wake up and work together instead of hurting each other. Just the knowing of this is a reward in itself. There are no inherently bad or good people, just as there are no stone cold good or bad days. It is a choice. All of it is your choice. How you act, how you react, how will you decide to interact with others.

Choose it all but choose wisely would be my advice to the noobs. We are all going to end up the same way, even if we don’t know what that means for sure. And we don’t know what that means no matter how many scientists and spiritualists try to tell you they know what lies beyond. We will know when we are supposed to if we choose to learn to swim instead of treading water in concrete boots, hip waders and rose colored glasses.

🎶”I Am Human” – Escape The Fate🎶

It just takes some people longer to learn. When you don’t learn from your mistakes you make life difficult for everyone. The game of life is hard and the waters are rough when you choose to ignore the stormy weather you generate. Fortunately, most of us eventually learn how to swim naked in a hurricane among the sharks.

Some of us, like you and me, have learned enough on the journey to begin archiving the teachings of our soul and have decided to give them back to humanity in some way. If one sentence, one phrase, one word, one song, strikes one soul in the heart and stops it for a split second, long enough to cause a personal revelation then it was all worth it.

The point of regrettable actions is to understand that they damage everything and everyone and that is unacceptable. Harm no-one, including yourself…

… unless you get up in my grill and threaten this vessel that houses my eternal spirit or someone’s I love. Then all bets are off and you have a bigger problem than poor moral character and I’m betting I won’t lose much sleep over my potentially ethically corrupt actions.

🎶”Natural” – Imagine Dragons🎶

“Do No Harm, But Take No Shit.”
– Moïra Fowley-Doyle, Spellbook of the Lost and Found

More to think about…

6 Types of Moral Dilemmas in Life and How to Resolve Them

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

~Some Days~

Some days we feel like we have it all under control and nothing can stop us. Other days we just want to crawl back under the covers. But let me tell you something friends… All those different days are all the same. All those words used to describe a bad day are our perception of a moment. A day itself isn’t inherently shitty. Our outlook on said day is the thing that stinks up the place. Think about these things we say when a day seems like too much.

“Oh, this sucks. It’s Monday.”

So what? It’s yesterday or tomorrow for someone else right now.

“I got up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Did you now? What about all those happily successful people who never thought twice about throwing themselves out of whichever side was closest… or had one side against the wall?

“My back hurts/head aches/I’m depressed/Butthurt/ nope day.”

Look. If you can take a day off just to baby yourself, then by all means do that. But we all know that is not often an option, so you more than ever have to try to make the best of it. Bitching about it only make all those aches, pains and foul emotions worse.

“I had a fight with my spouse/lover/parent/bff, so today bites.”

Did you hear what you just said? I…I had a fight. All those seconds/minutes/hours were there for you to create moments. You created and participated in a fight. It’s half your fault, so suck it up and be willing to compromise where possible and apologize when necessary.

“Someone I love died on this day and this date will forever bring sadness and pain.”

Yes, it will. Please try to remember the good things, fun times, hard times, all those special memories. Celebrate who this person was in life by doing something they would have loved. A favorite movie, book, or music album. A favorite food, a walk in the woods, a scrapbook of photos. Take the time to roll through the tears until you come out on the side of smiles.

“My boss is a jerk/My co-worker is an asshole/The traffic is a nightmare/Nothing is going right and today is just stupid (f$#t), so get outta my way!”

Honey? The more you carry on like that, the more shit is gonna happen. When you bull your way through and the force that be with you reflects onto your peers and surroundings, it’s going to bounce and reverb and stick right back to you. The law of attraction at work. Hang it out there and wave it around and that’s what you’ll get back.

“I’m having a bad hair day/I look bloated/My clothes don’t fit right/I cut myself shaving, so I’m not fit to be seen in public today.”

Really? Don’t be a drama queen ladies and gentlemen. Assume you look like a star everyday because other people don’t notice those little presumed failures a fraction as much as you think they do. Carry yourself with confidence and self worth and that’s what people will see.

Be careful how you react to people and situations in your daily routine. Remember that they might be having a shitty day too, and somebody elses day is going to be spoiled by your bad attitude.

Keep this in mind. Some days we do have it all together and that’s fine and dandy, but that all of our days are the same until we make them happen instead of allowing them to happen to us. Choose a good day, then you will never have to provide yourself with an excuse to describe a bad one.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

~Button on my Phone~

Button on my phone,
standing all alone,
Back against the wall,
staring down the hall.

Stalker there unseen,
lost like a dream,
dreamer in my home,
In the button
on my phone.

Button on my phone,
dead and alone,
Head up the wall,
lost and gone,
sent on by,
by the
Button on my phone.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

~ I think this speaks to the insistence of social media in our lives and the trial by media you so often see. And the choice to click or not to click. ~DMG

~Awake~

I stepped out of a
scream dark dream,
in a dark night
in a dark room
awake from this
cold black thing,

Awake in the shine
of a full on moon,
Awake from the dream
of a black night beam.

Awake in the light,
Aware in the day,
gone til night,
black night ray.

Awake in the night,
Aware in the day,
gone for now,
black night way.

I slipped out of a
grim stark scene,
in a dark night
in a dark room
aware of this
chill black thing.

Awake in the shine
of a full on moon,
Awake from the dream
of a black night beam.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

~Flames~

Close enough to burn,
chills ripple on my skin.
Too late to turn,
flames flare once again.

Flames low fatal blue,
hot flicker in my soul.
Flames shaped of you,
and I lose all control.

Moth living in a glass,
your sun molten fire.
Lava wings on the grass,
flames blue red desire.

Flames low searing blue,
hot flicker in my soul.
Flames shaped of you,
and I lose all I know.

Flames strip it bare,
burn flash in my soul.
Flames take what’s there,
and I lose all control.

Fire in my blood,
life flows through my veins.
Too late to turn
off this flame scorched flood,
Too late to turn
from the burning highways,
Too late now blazing blue eyes.

Flames low fatal blue,
smoke smells like you.
Chills ripple on my skin,
flames flare once again,
Flames shaped of you,
fire tastes of you.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

~ Wild Birds ~

Once upon a time there was a wild lone thing,
wrote songs like a dream filled dream,
taught wisdom in a rhyme so fine,
wild words made the wild birds sing.

Wild words made the wild birds sing,
lost letters lost the night birds bring,
learned rhythm dropped in one two time,
sang tunes made of sunshine dreams.

Wild birds lone ones,
the story is the same,
Wild birds sing songs,
the tale still remains.

Wild birds wild ones,
the verse is the same,
Wild birds sing songs,
the tale sales the fame.

Wild bird you are a wild lone thing,
lyric verse lost wild lost wild dreams,
Wild words made the night birds ring,
Once upon a time child wild birds sing.

Wild birds lone ones,
the tale still remains,
Wild birds wild ones,
the tale sales the fame.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

~Walls~

Walls crash down
as I hear your sound,
and
nights grow warm
when I feel your storm.

I dream about us
tremble and I fuss,
and
days grow long
as I taste your song.

Walls crash down
walls tumble down,
and
I dream about you
–I think about you.

Walls fall in
as you touch my skin,
and
hot melodies flow
from streams down low,
and

I dream about you,
walls crash before you,
walls fall before you,
I think about you.

Walls crash down
as I hear your sound.
Walls crumble down,
and
pin me to the ground.
The storm grows loud
as the music inside,
and
I can not hide,
and
I can not hide,
this feeling of mine,
this feeling inside.

Walls crash down,
Walls crash loud.
Walls shake and pound,
shattered tumbled to the ground.

Walls crash down
as I hear your sound,
and
nights grow warm
when I feel your storm,
and
Walls crash down,
Walls crash down,
Walls fall down.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

~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