the energy of being 8/7/19

I am the energy of being,

falsely cast as meaning full.

I personally don’t accept understanding 

as a way of entry.

for understanding is strictly a wardrobe I wear,

but nothing of the immediacy of living.

there is a why as if to answer 

for the pretend.

reality is over-promoted as the double standard.

senses labor under the disguise to serve.

so much of compartmentalization thrives

as if meaningful is an allegiance demanded

and yet we all are in search of vibratory alliance.

for the menu offered 

never matches the meals that are served.

some develop a palate of wisdom

while others snack on fast foods of thought.

learning seems to have a dumb-down to it.

retentive mind is all the salivation I can muster.

but I would rather spit than swallow

while the energy of me keeps to itself.

and I prod along as stolen jewelry,

worn by an accomplice of myself to living.

I want to cash out as laughter and feelings.

I want to stream existence 

with flow as knowledge.

meaning is all oars to keep me 

separate and afloat.

I don’t want to be a mind afraid of the water.

why does knowledge have to be presented as breath?

doesn’t breath already know of its own accord?

knowledge has a keepsake history to overcome,

a shelf life reputation of ineffectualness to numb.

maybe its not the knowledge but the knowing

that is so bothersome to being.

it’s a case of constant-interruptous, 

so to speak.

I don’t mind 

but it does want to do me.

hands me a daily script,

a confidence to say my lines 

and project accordingly.

hence I have pleaded with life

by doing

but really, I just wanted to be

the energy of being . . .