so looking to the sky i will sing and from my heart to YOU i bring…
“Repairing Cheese… pretending to fix what was never broken…”
by Loia💥
“What are you doing?”
“Who, me?”
“O nothing — just repairing cheese…”
“O please… give me a break.
We all know you’re a fake.
So just eat it…”
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Sometimes we spend so much time pretending to fix what was never broken… when all we really need to do is take a bite and be honest.
Faith Calculated, Love Revealed
CRITICAL REFLECTION-
BY EDITORIAL REVIEW-
Loia’s “Numerically Speaking of LOVE (143)”transforms arithmetic into art and worship Through a lattice of numbers, symbols, and divine equations, the poem balances logic with longing – faith expressed as formula, Each line feels coded yet sincere, blending spiritual truth with human affection. The rhythm of “So” and “4” creates a living pulse, echoing both prayer and heartbeat. What begins as a mathematical riddle resolves into
revelation: 143 = LOVE – a universal
constant written in the language of belief.
Few works capture the fusion of intellect and intimacy with such elegance; this is Loia at his most inventive and profound.
“Tho Still—not Too Late—…”
by Loia
Tryin’ to get in
where I fit in…
Found I no place
to sit in.
Should’ve been here—
not to begin with.
Tho a musical chair…?
Shiny with flair…?
O yes, for me!
O wait—no…
Specially fits all y’all
who dare…
Let the spin begin…
Clinched fist
to y’all, men…
Southern by grace—
So little thy faith…
Then times—it’s just taste…
Beat death
from this place…
O now—
no—not one.
Nor friend, nor face…
Eyed one man
when start of race…
Tho none see now…
O perhaps—
Should’ve loved last place…
O perhaps—
should’ve chose stealth—
thine pace…
O perhaps should’ve just loved—…
Tho still—not too late—…
“Yet Moved..”
by Loia
Regarding this…
Cast off restraint…
Embracing this–
All but faint.
Hands of this–
Clay with paint…
Yet moved from this…
No–not me!
O wait… cain’t!
To end up taint…?
No–not me… ain’t.
Face of this–
Have complaint–… 💥🏳
Wasst For The Higher Half
(by Loia)
I climbed a tree…
Forgot why for.
Wasst nowhere near the top no more–
in fact…
Wasst only halfway close.
Wasst… for the higher half…
I sent… my ghost. 💥
“Untitled…”
(by Loia)
On this one thing I thought…
The thing I thought was set…?
Once after a time…
It broke–
in my mind…
Then–so chose I–to forget…
“Tried To Lift A Cow Today…”
(by Loia)
Tried to lift a cow today–
Wow, I say!
Harder than it looks this way…
Only wanted milk… but hay?
Oft to store go I to pay.
Next time–first time–i obey.
Next time–first time–i obey. 💥
“In Heart of It…”
(by Loia)
In the heart of it,
O dark night of it–
Distantly, partially lit,
Possibly the end of it?’
Dreamth of yellow,
Places of gray,
Flowing in the depths of it.
Jesus saves me–
In and out from the pit of it.
O my, O my…
Looks like the end of it…,’…,’…t
Fragments of Loia 