Me, Myself & I

I purchased this journal June 12, 2002. Gazing at the cover provides a visual to a snippet I've written years prior.

"Lost in the prism 

Of emotions hieroglyphics
Overwhelmed by the mystic
Not knowing what is to become
Overwhelmed by sensations
Once vivid are benumbed
Blackness succumbed
Submerged my essence
Voids the serene presence
Born from it's death lives
A supreme being
In life can’t be seen in
Camouflaged
By the life I was given
I'm not seen
For my multiple dimensions
My external layer
Is all that is mentioned……."

© LaToya S. C.

Today, I'd replace the word emotions with thoughts. I am "Lost in the prism of thoughts hieroglyphics" Living is to decipher them. 

Earlier or should I say yesterday, I posted a poem/song (entry below this one). Various individuals assumed I was sad, which couldn't be further from my truth, but it's theirs. Which lead me to think - I can state a hundred positives, or ask a serious question & it'll be overlooked. Yet, a perceived negative draws others, like a moth to a flame. 

I live by the motto: If you live it, you have to claim it & that's exactly what I did. 

Granted, everyone isn't open about themselves/experiences. Or lack there of. To me, it is wasted energy pretending to be something your not. No one is above demoralizing qualities. Nor is anyone on earth one way all the time - having a multitude of haters (no one but the person being hated upon sees). But if that's your facade, by all means stick to it.

The pendulum swings

The scales are unleveled

Different sensations are immersed in a days course 

The ability to think, feel & articulate oneself 

Equate balance

Whether I'm writing/conversing about perception, 
Dr. Laura's rant, music, books,prop 8, poetry, a movie, etc.
Is within my prism of thought(s). 
To see a written expression derived from self - a memory or words spoken. 

 Isn't the totality of anyone.

Enclosing, how I began - a snippet I've written years prior.

"Blinded

Those who lack ability

To properly see

Seeing

Those who lack insight

In what and not to believe

Seeing makes blinded retrieve

As these words mean nothing

Glanced by a pupil

To a world

With a cataract's gleam." 

© LaToya S. C.