Discover

What truly runs the mind when all is still,
Love,
Fear,
Which one do I let drive.

I know I should say love,
But the gentle touch of love,
Often gets the squeeze,
To the relentless grip of fear.

My mind is in constant motion,
Sometimes I just wish for quietness,
Maybe harmony,
Without the chatter.

I love to think, but sometimes just be,
I need to rediscover the solitude,
The joy,
Of living completely in the present.

What truly runs my mind when all is still,
It’s a battle of anxiety and peace,
Why is it so damn hard to choose peace,
I must be crazy.

It’s odd what we program our minds to activate automatically,
I want to reprogram,
I want to discover,
The life I once new without fear.

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.

A Positive Note

Where does inspiration come from when you're surrounded in sterile walls?
Must I leave my seat, get on my feet, and walk the spiral halls?

I can't read another depressing article about how or why we'll all be destroyed,
Or whether or not will wage another war, against the rich, another country or the employed.

Could it be we've focused on too much negativity, and no longer understand?
What it's like to be an American, a human, and to live on Earth's promise land?

Just once a day I would like to read, about a story that brings me to tears,
Based on kindness, love, or sharing, not anger, fighting, or my fears.

So to the papers I challenge you, start a column for those of us demanding positive news,
Let us shine the light of happiness, to eradicate our blues.

Bless us all and our talents, our giving nature, our helping ways,
That we might pass to the next generation, the beauty we have had through all our days.