This is about a first day — just not the kind most people mean…
“I lost my innocence early in life… and I continued down that road for many years… It was nobody’s fault… life will just show up on you… Some lessons are hard learned in repetition… And actually… I believe I’m thankful for it… because it taught me… with beauty… just how special things can be… differences… in what happens… and what is supposed…”
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“FOLLOW ME…” 💥 Matthew 4:19
Click on thumbnail👇inside short for full song… `.•-
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…
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…
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
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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
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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
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…
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
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…! “” 💯
Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 