unfinished

I have been having trouble sleeping
I toss and compose many phrases
trying to hit my real meaning

But when I do sleep I dream
in eloquent and perfect poetry
my brain is teasing me onwards

I am sweating and shirtless
in the heat of high summer
Skinny and cigarette ash about to drop
Trying to carve those words into stone
while I can still remember them

Words have meanings I'm all about the meanings.

I'm alone in a room trying to write it down
A long time alone trying to write it down
Life has meanings and I try to match the words
Always alone trying
to write it down.

Fuck you I won't buy what you're selling

everything is not for sale
and life is not about the money
no matter what you or television
or the subtle attitudes I encounter
everywhere from almost everything say

the trouble is most people
seem to be mostly dead
at least they have never lived
and need their asses kicked to life
or to get the fuck out of the way

Move or get it moved, step aside
let the live, strong and militant pass
we have devils to confront
we have revels to perform
we have lives we plan to live.