New Book!

My Wife and I finished our first children’s book together! We would absolutely love to see people read it or buy it for someone as a gift. If you do, hit me up on twitter or in the comments here. Ge get yourself a copy on amazon and support the small self publishing authors (and artists).

Link below picture, Thanks 🙂

Butterflies Final Cover

https://www.amazon.com/August-Day-Away-Travis-Jantzer/dp/1387621718/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1523583596&sr=8-4&keywords=An+august+day+away

Contentment is Learned

Life is as good as you make it.

But those who have it better than us fake it.

Because, good is a matter of perspective.

My life and yours are not respective.

Life is a series of decisions.

But most of us have different visions.

Because choices change by the seasons,

My life and yours are for different reasons.

So don’t get your hopes up, but keep contentment ready.

So when someone cuts your ropes up, your mast can hang in steady.

We’re all just lost at sea, where some of us float better than the rest.

But learning to swim is free, so kick your feet and paddle your best.

I Can’t

If I can’t write you something deep and show you what is right,

How am I to be there when you fall?

If I can’t speak a work, and keep you up at night,

Should I be writing you at all?

 

I want to blow your mind.

Or somehow slow down time.

Point a pen in your direction and make you think your brain is mine.

 

 But I can’t.

 

 I’m missing that spark, that pop star flare.

That light in the dark to make you stare.

I’m just me.

 

I’ll never have the look, that award show given face.

Like a plot hole in a book I’m out of place.

I’m just me.

 

And I can’t.

 

I want to write a page of history,

Be a chapter all alone.

Your favorite part of this story,

Bring in ratings on my own.

 

But I won’t.

Because you don’t know who I am.

 

I’m just me.

 

And I can’t.

Bury Me Alive, See What Happens

**I’ve been listening to a lot of My Chemical Romance, Pierce the Veil, Motionless in White, Falling in Reverse, Asking Alexandria, etc.. I’m not in a band. But this is my Post-Hardcore song. No actual thoughts of violence behind this. Just trying to sound angsty.**

 

Feel the cold all pressed against you.

Steal the soul and past back to you.

Soil from the land around you,

Foiled like their planned “end” of you.

Chorus: 

Burst up from the ground.

Take back all you found.

Blow your “friends” a kiss before you put them all back down. 

Reach your crazy hands straight up.

Breach the daisy, roots cut up.

Fix your posture, stand right up. 

Sticks break noise, the town wakes up.

Chorus (Yelling):

Burst up from the ground!

Take back all you found!

Blow your “friends” a kiss as you smile, PUT THEM DOWN! 

 

(insert massive metal-core breakdown)

RAIN HELL!…

No one gets away!

PAIN FELL!…

All. earth. ends. today!

Burst open the ground. 

Put back all you found.

Blow the world a kiss after you burn the whole thing down. 

 

2017 Recap

January 1, 2018…

 

Here’s to end of the greatest year of my Life.

It didn’t really hit me until late last night. We went to Cassie’s parents house at 9:30pm to hang out for New Years.

Steve was trying extra hard to just be a cool father-in-law. I about bit my tongue when I told him Cassie and I had nowhere else to be, that we could hang out till midnight. But seemed really happy to hear it, and recruited Alex and I to take a guys trip to get firewood. We jumped in the 15 passenger van they call “Beast”, and went across town to pick up some scrap pallets. It was super low key. I finally felt like they actually wanted me there. They weren’t trying to passively scare me away.

 

Back at the house we sat around a fire outback cracking dumb jokes, roasting marshmallows, listening to music and distant fireworks. Midnight approached and Tami insisted the married couples all kiss, so the twins did a countdown and Cassie gave me a quick peck. My only thought was like “oh.. We’re allowed to do this now..”

It hit me last night, and this morning. I just closed out the best year of my life at my In-laws house. It’s a new year.

 

I didn’t write nearly as much as I would have liked this year.. So I’ll have to just run through some highlights.

 

2017

 

The most productive, the most exciting, the most complete year of my life.

 

In no particular order:

 

I got married.

Moved into what is basically my first ‘real’ apartment.

Went to Texas, twice.

Went to several concerts.

Published my first novel and a book of poems.

Started two new books.

 

Broke my toe.

Played in a competitive frisbee league.

Got really good at rock climbing.

Built my own rock wall.

Grew a lot closer to my own family.

Had gifts to give on Christmas.

Learned I have the best group of friends I could have ever asked for.

Core, Zech, Phil, Manny, My Brothers.

 

Kevin remodelled half his house.

Dani might work for Dutch Bros. HQ.

Elliott is a Cop.

Bethany already has character.

Cassie is the best Medical Assistant, ever.

I got a small raise.

 

We got a new 4Runner.

A handgun.

Full camping gear.

A great collection of climbing equipment.

 

The year was not perfect. But I would not ask for it to have been any different.

 

2018

 

We slept in today.

I made Cassie Waffles and Coffee and served her in bed. Read a chapter of my Bible. Went for a 28 minute run, while listening to Ben Shapiro and finished it with some pull ups. I did the dishes and am now writing this at just past noon.

 

This year I have a bunch of cool stuff planned.

Frisbee League. Climbing. Camping. Family trip in January and February. Cassie’s birthday. Volleyball. Shooting. Wild Rogue Relay.

 

I don’t really do “resolutions” but if I had to set some goals. I want to train again like old times to get in shape for Frisbee and the Relay. I wanna keep climbing through the summer without a broken toe this year. I wanna eat more salad. I wanna drink more water. I wanna read my bible more. I wanna keep up on politics with Ben Shapiro. I wanna publish a few children’s books and work on the other novels.

 

I want to finish 2018 even closer to Cassie than I already am.

 

Nothing about 2017 would have been the same, had I broken up with her the year before.

I would have quit climbing. I would have never played frisbee. I would have stopped playing volleyball. I would have not sold my trailer. I would have not gotten an apartment. I would have not eaten salad. I would have not had gifts to give on christmas. Would not have been a good friend for my guys. Would not have made my parents proud. I would have not written half the poetry.

 

Here’s to Twenty-Seventeen, and the next Seventy Seven Years.

 

Praise God for pouring out blessings I was far from deserving. I am eternally grateful.