Author: loia

Loia writes a life, not a lane — Christian, writer, musician & singer. Life stories and dreams — shaped by music, faith, memory, poetry, and silence. `'.,°~ https://loia.blog/about/
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Been There… Done That…

Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech?

Yes and yes…

I’m a musician
I play guitar and piano
I sing

I’ve played parties
I’ve performed in bars and nightclubs and concerts and music festivals
I’ve been in bands — both secular and Christian

I was also part of a worldwide group of musicians called The Pond
We played music festivals and online concerts together.. which were broadcast across the globe…

Later on.. I became a worship leader in ministry and church
I also spent many Sundays playing music for residents in nursing homes and mental health hospitals

I’ve lived a pretty crazy life
And.. for four years.. I traveled all across the state of Florida as a guest speaker — speaking in churches and at different events — telling my life story… `.°-

Stages and lights and microphones and crowds..
Rooms full of people..
Rooms with only a few..

Today though…
the stage is just a memory.. just words…

Been there…
done that…

…….&→U→could HAVE→IT→ALL→|MY|→EMPIRE→OF→DIRT~’ `.°~ …….&→∪→⟦∞⟧→║→♛→≋→···’

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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Whispers in the Steam…🚿

So over the years.. I’m often inspired in the shower.. as I relinquish my daily filth to the basin of dissolve.. aka down the drain.. something frequently speaks to me.. and by something.. I mean the ultimate something.. it has gotten to the point that I prepare for it.. and expect to receive.. each time I shed my garments and stand neath the cleansing flood.. I could tell you stories for days about my sacred shower time.. today… I felt these words in my spirit

winded is the sail… `.°~

I’m not sure what to make of it yet.. it could be a poem.. a title for one of my real life stories.. a song.. a direction.. or something much more.. but I will be listening further.. and as the days unfold.. I know it shall reveal itself…

I don’t have a normal shower life…

…….~↓→~≈→↑~→/\/\/\→~†~’

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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The Tilde Life .°~  .°-

So yall see me use symbols and emojis often
And some of yall already know
But I’ve been quietly working on developing a wordless language for awhile now
Like a lexicon type thing
And it’s really startin to come together
It’s become a little creative hobby for me
And I’m honestly havin a lot of fun with it

So I thought I’d share two of them with you today…

The Ghost Tilde

`.°~

Its meaning is fairly deep
And.. it can be used in different ways
From a simple ellipsis
To something much more layered

But at its heart
It represents the moment when something that has been at rest
Quiet
Still
Or even frozen in time
Begins to move slowly again
To come alive again

The ghost carries a more poetic and romantic feeling
A soft awakening
A gentle return of motion and breath

The Ghetto Tilde

`.°-

This one carries the same core movement
But the tone is different

It’s not poetic
It’s not romantic
It’s real
Raw
Street
Unpolished

It still can function as a simple ellipsis
Or hold deeper meaning
Depending on the moment and the context

It’s the same motion
Just told without makeup

So yeah
These are just two of the many many ones lol
Rememberin all of them myself sometimes is tough lol

Sometimes.. I just get tired of words 😁

..¹4³…..⇂⇂⇂→/↑^→:phase:→|||◎→!≠?→t<→⇂⇂yrs→TY→<³U~’  `.°- 
…….⊙~♟→🐭←†→| |→⚡⚡→↘↘→∅→⇂⇂→:/→⌂→✋→∅→⌛⌛→✎→⇂→♟×→🕸→②→∞→∅→⇂⇂→:/→⌂→✋→∅→⌛⌛→✎→⇂→⛔→⇄→| |→※→※→⇂⇂→?→🌳→❓→🧹→⚡→👃→💙→✎→◎→🗣→↔→∅→🔔→!→※→※→⇂⇂→:/→∅’………….     `.°-

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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Hidden Gems From The B-Side.. Life Side (Week 5)

Our Lady Peace 🎶 4am 🎶 Supermans Dead…

Hey y’all… welcome…
So we’ve got two songs today — and as a bonus.. a live cut too… that’s always a good day 😎

“4am” and “Superman’s Dead” both debuted in 1997 on the album Clumsy..
This entire record affected me deeply… it moved me.. I spent hours alone in my room back then.. learning all these songs on my guitar… great times..

Also… the lead singer of Our Lady Peace has one of the most unique voices — and names — in music…
His name is Raine Maida… pronounced Rain 🌧 MAY-duh…

So anyways… here ya go…
hope you enjoy… 🎶

Love this.. beautiful..👇💯💥🤟❤️‍🔥 The End Is Where We Begin…

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Love Is a Verb…

What is something others do that sparks your admiration?

I admire when people do the right thing
when no one is looking…

people who know love is a verb…

people who sacrifice and give of themselves
to help and show love to those they don’t even know…

people who practice what they preach.

I would rather see a sermon any day
than hear one…

people who have arrived at a place
where they can put others before themselves…

and I’m not talking about your family and friends
most anyone can do that…

let’s do it for each other…
and for the ones we don’t know…

then we can really find out
what we are about…

then we can truly make a difference

but life is tough… I get it…
I know it’s easy to say… harder to do…
but we can get there… I know we can…

just sayin’ 😁💯😎`.°~

…..✈️🌃↓👁‍🗨→🏙🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️~😶‍🌫️   →💔👤👥→😔📉→😶‍🌫️~   →🙏👁✨→💞🌍   →🤲💔→🚫🖐↔️→🕳👥   →👁‍🗨†→👀🌍~’
…….°↑→🏙→…→v↓~   →•≠•→_/→?~   →^!→†👁→+∞   →∩↓→x↔→()¬   →†◎→👁~’

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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The Ink And The Needle…

In memory of Joey…

So I once wrote a piece called “fourteen”
Some of you read it
About the death of my friend
When I was young
And how it changed everything for me early on

I’ve been thinking of him today
And.. I was reminded of this story

It was 1988
Me
Joey
And Chris

We had our entire lives in front of us
But who really cared about that crap right now
We were too busy being country boys

Hunting
Fishing
Shooting guns
Listening to music
Playing football and baseball
Laughing and pranking each other
Sneaking in and out of the neighborhood girls’ bedroom windows late at night
While the oblivious moms and dads slept quiet.. and cold… back to back…

Raiding the liquor cabinet of my friend April’s dad
Filling the bottles back up with tea or water
Or whatever the hell we could find

Life was sweet
Alive…………………………………………………..`.°~
Intoxicating

Feels so long ago
And now it’s just these words

One day.. the three of us decided to buy some Indian ink from the local drug store
And give each other tattoos

We were great at many things
However
Drawing with a dipped sewing needle was not one of them.. haha

We secured the ink and the needle
Yes…
One needle…
For all three of us…

We didn’t care about disease back then
We were blood brothers anyway

So we ventured way back into the woods along a creek we frequented
There was a huge fallen oak tree across the water
Forming a natural bridge

This was our favorite hangout spot
We also fished the creek often
Mostly after school and on the weekends

Those woods…
We knew them well
The three of us spent a lot of our lives there

So we sat together on that tree bridge

Joey was first up for the ink
He was the brave one
The cool one
The leader

After all
It was his idea

He picked me to be the one to permanently eff his skin up for life…

I was nervous
I didn’t really want to do it

Stop being a pussy Bryan
Ok…
I got this
Give me the ink and the needle and stfu
Watch and learn fellas

So I proceeded

I put the needle to his back

And gave him his initials… J. T.

He also wanted a cross
And so I did…

And I have to say
It looked pretty badass
For what I had to work with
Not bad at all

What a relief…

But when my turn came
I don’t know what the hell came over me

I became afraid
Not only of the pain
But of the forever of it

If this is going to be on me for life
Then I want it to look good
Not some black chicken-scratch bullshit.. I have to stare at forever

The fear got me
And I didn’t go through with it

So we wrapped up the ink and the needle
Placed it in a little wooden box
And hid it inside a hollowed-out dead tree

Then we went home

And I caught hell from them the whole way back…
For chickening out…

And I did feel bad
Like I broke our bro code
Like I let my crew down

That was one of the last times I ever saw Joey alive…

The next time
Was when I stood over his casket at the funeral

A few months went by…

One night I was in my room playing my guitar late…
And I caught his spirit…
I felt his presence…

I don’t really have words for it
But I was so moved by it…

That I grabbed a flashlight
Climbed quietly out my bedroom window
So I wouldn’t wake anyone

Went into the woods
Retrieved the wooden box with the ink and the needle
Made it back to my room

Sat on my bed

And gave myself a small cross tattoo on my arm…

In memory of my friend…

Late that night… the ink finally meant something…

…….↑≠◇→~✿✿~→✖→✖→✖’

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

`’.,°~

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Slowpoke Rodriguez… Hidden gem…

What’s your favorite cartoon?

Sometimes my life feels like an effin cartoon… other than that.. I don’t really have a favorite one… there are so many great ones though… but today I’m reminded of Slowpoke Rodriguez… definitely.. a hidden gem… slow moving… sharp minded… bad#ss and funny… I wouldn’t eff with him if I were you… he’ll eff you up…!

(Don’t effin mind me… I’m just experimenting with new ways to curse as a Christian… without effin upsetting folks…😁)

“” This is no place for a country mouse… it’s too dangerous…! “” 💯

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Shakespeare & Me & CSNY (Week 6)

The Tempest & The Southern Cross…

Shakespeare `•.

In the brave vessel.. did I suffer wreck..
Which thou heard’st cry.. and saved’st a drowning man…

CSNY ,’-/~

My love is an anchor..
Tied to you…
Tied with a silver chain..

Me `.°~

I have my ship—
and all HIS flags are a-flyin’

HE is all that I have left—
and JESUS is HIS name…

…¹4³…⛵→☀️~↑→💭↑🔥→<³⚓→⛓⛓🤝→🚢→🚩🚩🚩~↑→👤<³∞→†👑’🏳🏳🏳…….→→^~~~→^^^→<³→⚓→==→→→|>→|||~~~→<³∞→†’       `.°-   ♡`

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