Loiriam’s blog

My Coming Back to My Hometown

Good evening, Readers!

Happy Friyay! Today’s Black Friday. I’m not going to shop in person. Because of a lot of people are very crazy. Nothing’s new. So, stay home. With more peace.

I need to share some brief story about my coming back to my hometown after five years of exile in Florida. Everything’s broken in NYS system. I have to repair and repair the damages done by Deaf agency, DSS, assisted social worker and Freewill Baptist Church. I do my best to resolve our issues. I have to engage more like trying to get my son to attend more services he needs. For example, seeing doctor. It has been three months since we tried to issue in NYS system.

Thereafter I moved back to my hometown with my child, I tried to quickly transfer my Identification card from Florida to New York. The problem was DMV needed my real birth certificate, not a copied one. I did not have it. I lost it in my brother’s house. He never sent it back to me. DMV told me to call my birthplace health department. I did it and it was not working. So I checked Virtual Checks online. Look, how many days did I have to wait to get my new real birth certificate? 14 days! Pretty not sooner. Actually more than that until I finally got one in the first week of September 2025 a month after I moved back to my hometown. I also lost my old stuff in my brother’s house after I was forced to exile in Florida on March 2020. I learned my lesson from the damages done by no housing assistance. I am never going back to non-assistance office ever again but recently I went to DSS as to try again. I now learn what to do with DSS. I’m finally thankful for getting a place to live and food. Only one more thing is I am still working on getting help from healthcare services.

More of part two of my coming back to my hometown story soon. Hope you have a nice weekend. Light and love 💖❤️, Loi

My Positive Thanksliving Thoughts

Good morning, Readers!

Today’s Unthanksgiving. Really Thanksliving. I don’t want to post the negative Mournful Day. It was a hundred of years ago, some of the Native Americans were saved from the cruel English Puritans. They were so thankful for alive and were able to pass on their awful story experience about what happened at their village to their descendants. But with the positive story, the Native Americans can choose thankfulness, they do not have to celebrate Thanksgiving but they can celebrate life and thank for sharing how some of their ancestors survived and for recounting what happened to some of their other ancestors.

To today Native Americans whoever you are, my condolences to you about your murdered ancestors and I hope you choose thankfulness for alive and well. Have a nice, blessed Thanksliving Thursday. Light & Love 💖❤️, Live Loi Jimenez

I’m Back to My Home

Hi Readers!

I’m back to blogging and it’s already November! So, what I will like to blog about this month is gratitude. As I had finally moved back to my hometown with my child, I’m taking a daily gratitude. Like each day what I am grateful for.

Today was a busy day for me to keep working on my son’s new health insurance. He needs to see his new doctor soon. He would have a remained original health insurance but sadly it was damaged by the big agent who was never helped me find housing to stay in the same place for both of us mommy and child. Meaning? Long story short: my son was supposed to be born in my hometown. If he was born in the right place, my hometown, then chance would have everything’s fine with the same health insurance and same doctor. But sadly, it’s not happening. So, when I moved back from five years of exile in Florida with him, I had to restart it as to fix the damage done by the demonic big agent that never helped me with my needs of housing in the same place. She’s a real demonic bitch. I will never come in the office and see her ever again. Because of she is always lazy and she did endanger mine and my child’s life. We were almost murdered in the wrong children’s hospital. Whew! She’s not the only one that did this purpose to us. Freewill Baptists, social service workers and assisted social worker ignored my housing needs as well. I tried to move on to practice gratitude for staying alive.

I will blog more about how our lives going on in two months after we moved to my hometown and we got a place to live. May love and compassion be with you in this new week and you have a blessed Saint Martin de Porres Monday. Light and love 💖❤️, Loi

Cybrarian

Hi Readers!

Happy Monday? Well, life is working. And life is living. A few days ago I learned a new job vocabulary word. What is it? It’s cybrarian! It’s a very interesting term for a librarian. I experienced volunteer work at my old school library for 1 years. I organized the books, shelved them to the bookcase, and when the children were borrowing the book, I barcoded it out and when returning it, I barcoded it in. I wish I had been working for the library since summer of 2003 after I graduated from high school but I was told to have to have a degree for that. But it is for a librarian I don’t have to be. I can work at the library.

Although, I am a housekeeper. I’d like to change my job position. From housekeeping to researching information on the internet, I’d love to work as a cybrarian. What is that? It is to research the information online. Isn’t that a cool job? What do you think? Have you worked as a cybrarian before? Or are you still working as a cybrarian?

I hope you had a great Father’s Day. Today and this week we will have a Universal Father’s Week. Spend time with your father or family that act like a father to you and you have a great, blessed new week. Light and love 💖❤️, Loi

My Truepenny Self

Happy weekend? And who’s gonna be a truepenny? Life’s sucks when there’s no reliable source. But…human is when you show people your feelings that you are tired of helping them. They can do by themselves. I have seen several times in my life since I came to the cult. It beliefs do not need to help people in need. Life’s short. Enjoy yourself and stop worrying about others when you can play around, find, and be grateful for making it. It’s like you enjoy playing the puzzles. And that’s helping you to solve the problem.

It’s true! I’m going to do myself and stop at feeling sorry for myself. I get my a- off to work on…interview well and then work and work and work. I’d be motivated. Really motivated to get some things done! That’s what my truepenny self is. So, I don’t need their help. I am helping myself.

If you have a truepenny, you are so fortunate to have a reliable source. And you have a happy, grateful World Caring Saturday. Light and love 💖❤️, Loi

Thank-You Message

Dear Thankful Readers,

Today’s a Thank You Day. I am writing you a thankful message.

We live in a world where there is greed. It is all about money and how they push us to find a way to thank for what we have: a house, food and clothes. The greed only wants more than what they have and not to feel thankful. They make us strong and feel gratified.

But, to be honest with you about my essential thank you. For what? Okay. Let me tell you.

A true thank you is essential. What’s special about finding a will? I’m not entitled to being greedy. No. Why not? Because of when it comes to so-called quote “There’s a will, there’s a way”, how am I gonna find time with that crap? I feel like… wasting my time with finding a will. I don’t have time for a search. I’m going to work. Work is an essential gratitude. I know that! And that’s because greed should NEVER EXIST in the world! GREED is an ENTITLEMENT! Period. Don’t feel offended by this true essential thank-you message.

How about helping people in need? Well, I think that is a faster way for people to find. So… what’s so special about searching and searching for? Thank you should be an essence of necessity, not greed as entitlement.

This is a thank-you message that you need to read and comprehend. Have a happy Thank You Thursday! Light and love 💖❤️, Loi

poets are not poète maudit

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Happy Junio! My birth month! I am Live Loi. I am a woman. I am a poetess. I write poetry. I have been writing poetry since 2002. I am poète maudit also, but it is not something you should want to hear. You want to read poetry. That’s good. Here is my poetry for you.

Poetry is a beautiful language 
Own words to create a poetic phrase 
English but can be any language 
The language that you know 
Earth you live in, you go 

Ma’am, what? Where I go? 
Aquarium and create a poetic phrase 
Use a word you describe what you see 
Do you get a word to create a poetic phrase?
It’s fun to create poetry 
The best, beautiful language is ever poetry

So now that’s my poetry that I am a sincere poetess and should not be a poète maudit. Because of God’s gift, God gives me poetry and I am thankful for it. And because of His Word contains some poetry. That’s beautiful.

To those of you Beautiful Souls that write poetry, don’t ever think of someone rejecting your poetry because you are not poète maudit. You soulful poets are valued and you deserve to write poetry and share it with the world.

💖❤️, Loi

My Letter to Selena Quintanilla-Perez, the Queen Tejano singer (1971-1995)

Hi dear Selena,

It has been 30 years after your passing. I remember when I was 8 or 9 years old you was singing so pure and beautiful. I have some of my favorite songs from you are “Como la flor”, “Amor Prohibido”, “No Me Queda Mas”, “Bidi Bidi Bom Bom”, and “I’m Dreaming of You”. Not just these favorite songs, I will want to hear each of your own full albums again.

Recently great news was the parole of your killer, the evil Yolanda Saldivar is denied and I hope happen again in 2030. So, she needs to continue to be rotten in prison behind bars. I wish you are alive seeing you sing again. Things would have been different back then if technology could help you and your family to quickly find out that Yolanda was working as nurse in the hospital and in 1983, she stole money from Dr. Faustino Gomez, the dermatologist. He reported that and then you wouldn’t have hired her in your boutique and Fan Club. You wouldn’t be friend with Yolanda if you had already saw her history about stolen the money from the hospital.

And, you’d still alive 53 years old (soon 54) best Queen Tejano singer today. You would do with all of your beautiful new music, amazing new dance steps, amazing newest outfits, different beautiful makeup and hairstyle in April 1995 until today 2025. Selena, you are in the spirit watching over us. I miss you and love you as always!

Love,

Loi Jimenez, your lasting fan

Give Thanks to The Lord

When I set my Bible study on Wednesdays, I looked up the verse 8 of Psalm 107. I am practicing gratitude for the grace. This is always, always important thing to show gratitude with good attitude and say a grace to the Lord. So, what is kindling grace?

Ok, let me tell you what inspired me to write journal. It is a grace to interest in Christ who He’s a truth, not false. He’s real, not fake. He show His Light to the darkness in the world. The world is no fun, it’s all broken since the rebellion of Adam and Eve. I would be 100% happy to see the beautiful planet if they were not rebel against God say “no eating the fruit from the middle of tree.” I would be in the freedom of no broken world. And all I give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love for me and for the servants of Christ. Life’s beautiful when there is no brokenness in the world. The world would be New forever. Really infinitely since Adam and Eve as if they were obedient to God.

I give thanks to the Lord for everything he has done for me. To you, recite Psalm 107:8:”Give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love.”

Have a beautiful, blessed Tuesday. Light and love 💖❤️, Loi

P.S. Here’s a new poem for yesterday about myself. The name of it is I See Myself.

When I show myself 
of who I am 
life is not free 
but you see,
I see myself 
in the reflection of me myself 

What do I see myself?
I see myself…
…Live Loi Jimenez
Like a woman 
Really, I see myself a woman 
Not a little girl but a woman 
So, why can’t a man?
See me who I am 
But beside him, I see myself 
I see myself, yeah 
See yourself, you know what you are like to be yourself, yeah

A Porcelain Heart

Good evenin’, Soulful Readers! It’s a lovely February! I’m going to write a poetic February prompt. Today’s new poem called “A Porcelain Heart”. Let’s say it poetically.

A porcelain heart is…

pure as…
oatmeal as a melting heart
rosy love
churchy not but spiritual
empathy
language smooth with love
and compassion
in the heart of Israel
need more like a porcelain heart

Indeed, more people need to be a porcelain heart
They need to be…

a nativity heart
like ice melting into a warm water
anything they can do for one another
showing love to one another
eliminating the hardened heart
having a charming heart
not rough
old love as moral love, not hate
for people are a human

I’m going to need to say a porcelain heart
And I’m hoping for February to be a porcelain heart to show:

pure
oatmeal
spiritual
empathy
loving language
love to one another
Israelite-like
needy for a porcelain heart

What do you think of this hearty poem? is it a have love for the people? Yes, many want to see a softened heart. But if hardened heart occurs to them, they will feel hurt and sad. So, I believe that a porcelain heart is very important for loving the people.

Wishing a new month brings you lots of love, peace and happiness. Light and love 💖❤️, Loi