Motivation Stumble

I could watch my motivation stumble,
Like a drunk idea being thrown out in a mumble,
But I’d rather have the sobering touch,
Of my reality a little bleak, than honoring not doing much.

I may not have the riches of cash,
But I have the ideas of a wealthy man,
One day these two descriptions will mash,
Making me proud I had a plan.

I’m not afraid of hard work or long hours,
As long as they are fulfilled with precision,
But I will not give up the beauty of life’s power,
If it does not align to my heart’s vision.

Sometimes I am told it just “is what it is”,
So then my “is” is what it is too,
For you can’t have the other,
Unless both “is’s” are inherently true.

Who do I believe when sometimes they are right,
And my choices have led me astray,
Do I believe in the generality,
Or do I march skeptically on my way.

I could watch by the ocean another day end,
Like my life to the drifter where the sky and land blend,
But I know just being me, to the truest I will be content,
Knowing I loved my time, and each moment was well spent.

Plan in Action

We put a plan in action,
And rid ourselves of distraction,
One big step forward to a higher satisfaction,
And a work-life goal that would complete the fraction.

Out of our hands and into the team,
Starting out bending like the little stream,
To hopefully gain momentum, bursting the seam,
Till vivid and alive, inserted now is our dream.

What will the day hold at next week’s end,
A lot will be decided, and decisions will depend,
Much on the choice, of those newly acquainted friends,
Right now the only hope we have is to pretend.

It’s nerve racking, but I know we put together our best,
Presentation to accomplish the goals at our crest,
Giving the opportunity we will thrive passing our own test,
But the simple word “no” could lay all of the thoughts to rest.

There is no option, it will be told,
That our new positions will soon unfold,
Our idea is in action, and was perfectly sold,
Good thing we are strong and our ideas are bold.

Skyler Wolf Jones

The Battles Within

I have personally battled my mind,
Of truths, of anxiety, of my past and all the other experiences intertwined.
Sometimes I have won,
Other times I have lost,
But one thing remains the same, it becomes my story,
Hardships, heartaches, happy times and all its glory.

I have never personally gone to war,
And seen the lives of those beside me taken, or the horrific acts of gore.
I’ve heard stories,
Triumphant and tragedy alike,
But one thing remains the same, someone had to lose for the other to win,
The ending always declares, a new place to begin.

It feels good sometimes to hear people talk,
About your achievements, about memories of you, and how you never balk.
Even though a bit embellished,
Sometimes a little off,
But one thing remains the same, if the intention was well meant,
It’s hard to correct their interpretation of who you represent.

I’ve battled with experiences of my own,
My shortcomings, my achievements, my credibility and stories that have grown.
Are they completely true,
Have I let human interaction intervene,
One thing remains the same, my character is based within these interactions,
It’s hard to take that away, when it brings myself and others such positive satisfactions.

I’ve only meant to be myself, be good and always love,
Respect others right to live, give service, and balance this life with the one above.
Am I perfect, not even close,
Are my intentions pure, absolutely,
And now as I go into the new day I know there will be battles left to fight,
For that I am thankful I have a God, to help me do what’s right.