so looking to the sky ¡ will sing and from my heart to YOU ¡ bring…
iCARRYYOUYOUCARRYME 🤝👈
One love…one blood💥
One life…you got to do what you should`-,
One life…with each other💥
Sisters…brothers💥……..`~-¡`”,;:,’i>’
One life but we’re not the same💥
We get to carry each other…carry each other…,1′
One💥 …….:°→^’
One💥 1+1=1 …..,1’`
`and–a–child–shall–lead–them–(🏳)->
The Kind of Love… That Doesn’t Last… But Never Leaves…💥
by Loia 🏳
Pets are great.. I love them.. They’ve been a part of me—a part of my family—throughout my whole life…💥
I’m more of a dog person.. but I grew up in a house full of cats.. I mean.. like many—ten plus… easily… My mother loves cats.. more than should probably be allowed..
Over the years.. I’ve loved… and lost—deeply… and often… because of pets.. That’s the thing about them.. you’re most likely going to outlive them… You can’t escape the grief.. It’s part of the price.. But the lessons they teach… and the joy they bring… make worth it every time…
Take the dog.. for instance… It’s the closest thing to God’s love we have—man’s best friend… loving us 💥 unconditionally… “Dog” spelled backward is “God,”… and I don’t think that’s a coincidence… They were made this way on purpose—to help us see…
I’ve buried more than a few… It never gets easy… After the last funeral… I decided not to own another… But I’ve had some wonderful ones… Buck… Maggie…Beavis… and the last one… Eve…`-,;………….<~†~>’,
She was special… Named her so.. because I found her in the middle of the road… late into a cold Christmas Eve night… she was shivering and starving….. eating roadkill to survive… I almost ran over her with my car… she was just a tiny little puppy… a bright blip on the dark road… I stopped… I rescued her… then she rescued me… She was beautiful… and white… a red-nose pit bull mix—friendly… loving… and smart…
I had her trained on hand commands… I didn’t need to use words—just eye contact and motioning… She obeyed because she loved me… and she wanted to please me… We had a silent language… like ellipses and em dashes… like rests in music… We spoke through hands… eyes… and heart…💥
Funny thing is.. that’s something I still do today—with people… not pets…
Makes me wonder sometimes… which is the real animal?
Now.. let’s jump from canine to feline… Freaking cats..man—they haunt me in dreams! I grew up with them.. they’ve always been around.. My mother still has a house full to this day.. She loves them so much she can’t even go on vacation or leave town—it’s too much trouble finding a babysitter… She’s kind of controlled by what she loves…💥
And it’s not just dogs I’ve buried… I’ve said goodbye to cats too—and had the honor of loving some great ones… Bebe… Dusty… Bernie Mack… Buttons… Precious… Sissy… that’s just some of them…
Earlier tonight… I came across a comment I once posted on a friend’s page… It’s a cat story from my life… my past… I thought I’d end with it…
If you’ve made it this far… thank you—for taking the time to get to know me… I love and appreciate you… Here’s that story… copy-pasted.. just for you… I hope it blesses you…💥
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My mother loves cats… Her email is literally kittyqueen..
Growing up.. we always had a house full of them—all fat… all spoiled rotten… living like kings and queens… Honestly… they had it better than I did!
We had one male tabby named Dusty who lived nineteen years… I was thirteen when we got him and thirty-two when he died… Losing him was like losing a member of the family… He’d been there through everything…
Dusty had a wonderful… long life… Most cats don’t make it to nineteen… I named him Dusty because of his unusual color—he looked like he was covered in dust… He died in my arms…💥
We also had another cat named Bernie Mack (I named him too)… He was a miracle… One day… my mother accidentally ran over his head with her car… We rushed him to the vet… and they managed to save him… His jaw was broken and wired shut… his skull and nose fractured… major brain swelling—he even had a feeding tube…
For three months… our vet cared for him at her house… keeping him beside her bed at night…. People in our whole town were praying for him… Against all odds… Bernie survived—and lived another sixteen years…
I know that cat only made it because of prayer…💥
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Maybe that’s what pets are really here for… to remind us how to love something that can’t last forever—and to love it anyway.
What is good about having a pet
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This is great… just came across it .….~#^~’ and I just recently discovered these ladies… they are amazing… they really bless me… …….~*^!~’
I’m currently working on a custom lexicon to go along with my writings… the goal is to stop using words… haha.. just kidding.. but if that was truly my goal… I’m almost there… 😁…`~÷”,×’…:s’ …….LLL†👈 this is the L’trinity ellipsis.. aka.. the loia language lexicon ellipsis… nothing special… just the symbol for the language… but I’m working every day at adding to it… I’m the only one who speaks it 😁 🤔……..`¡’`not a first for me… being the only one at something… ((also.. I would like to say thank you to everyone for welcoming me here… It’s a great place… I’m blessed by yall… by your posts… yall are so incredibly creative and talented… so again.. my deepest thanks… so yeah… this life could almost kill ya… when you’re trying to survive… it’s good to be here with ya… and it’s good to be alive………,.`~,b’
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The Hook The Line
To[o] Reel Hearts Blue
by Loia✝️
Early my Time—
The Hook the Line—
Light forth cast—
Deep entwined—
Chasing Ripples—
Fish 4 Flesh—
Spirit called—
I cast True—
Fishing the Dark—
To[o] Reel Hearts Blue…,’…,’…t ✝️.
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Loia’s Reflection:
This one came from a quiet thought about fishing — then grew into a parable of faith… some hooks are 4 fish…some 4 souls
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((Something powerful occurred to me today))
So when I was younger and learning to read sheet music..I was in 7th grade I think…my chorus teacher Mrs.Mudd…she told me that the most powerful symbol in music…is the REST…showing a pause in the lyrics…when nothing is being sung…(as much is sung in the silence of the rest as the lyrics themselves)
And now that I’m writing…I’m finding the same exact thing…with the ELLIPSIS… and EM DASH–…these are symbols to indicate silence and pause in poetry…they are what brings the power and meaning and impact to the words and feelings…and again…(as much…if not more is being said when nothing is being said)
It occurred to me…that the same is with GOD…when HE is SILENT…HE is actually answering..and saying just as much if not more……….
“”In the picture is the symbols for rest…pause…silence–…””…”
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by Loia🏳
I sprayed a man… without a face—
I sprayed him… with my can of mace—
Unfortunately… seems it went to waste—
Fortunately— I left him… with a real bad taste…
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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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Faith Calculated, Love Revealed
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“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—…
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Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 