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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

I Hear Your Cries #foraveryspeciallittlegirl

I hear your cries

These dark doors, these halls
I wonder what will still go on once I'm gone
The cries moans and screams of pain
I can't bear one nite more
From a little one so young

She trusts me as I promise to her
I'll never leave her with her pain
As I'm contradicted when I tell
How can one so young feel so much
Fright to be subject to being a grown woman

Chorus
I hear your cries
I feel your fear
As I stare at your baby picture
in the kitchen

Please lord
Hear my prayers
Hear her cry
Don't let this go on one more night

I hear your cries as you're so alone

The End

Dedicated to a very special little girl

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Getting Ready for Christmas Cheer!! #kickstoppushed #lorijean #teensatcrossroads

Getting a little Christmas cheer going! Might do a singing show that day or the nite before... or both!! What do you think of that?! Watch for it here and mark your calendar as the day gets closer. AND I'm thinking of giving you kids for your album a completely brand new song that I think is one of my best, "Kick Stop Pushed," that I've been working on (Demo YouTube link). Yeah!! I think this might help in addition to your cd sales. Can take early Christmas orders for this bonus edition to the album once I announce closer to the date. Do a Black Friday prerelease showing of what will come for those who leave deposits towards your albums.


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Sunday, November 13, 2016

Yeah!! Spain Radio #lorijean #liveperformance #BodegaSalto

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Correction - Excerpt "My Brain Injury" by Lori Jean Finnila

Sorry, the download doesn't work anymore. My publisher must have fixed it. Here's an excerpt though: Excerpt "My Brain Injury" by Lori Jean Finnila

Always Write Something that You Can Say You Believe In
There's so many changes in our lives that each book our minds change to the feelings written in them. If we be frank and know ourselves this won't happen.
My Brain Injury by Lori Finnila
Given away free in the web by people I don't know.

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Wednesday, November 9, 2016

6 Years After Worst of Head Injuries #injuries #lorijean #Hoovey #attained

It's almost 6 years to date, or could be six years by now, don't have the exact date of the worst of the head injuries with the gunshot wound to the head that left me very incoherent in the long run process of its outcome, but somewhat to the other bodily injuries - there was so much going on constantly - but I can see the difference. My efforts aren't so hardly used, my mind isn't so tortured to speak and think, and I'm sure there are those that notice, and I thank you for this. If I can recap, it's been a long 20 years and plus, once again it's been hard to identify the whereabouts in this day and age of all the consistencies of injuries from whom and where when it's been so long throughout and continuously covered up: but I've almost finished college to get that tassel after being told I wouldn't retain information and detained from assistance to it, soloed my own LP produced by a well known reputable label that sought me out as I was aspiring to this after never being given the chance to lead in school to this after going back, and gaining financial independence with consistency of having everything taken away from me. I watched Hoovey tonight. This post is inspired by this movie.

I've learned that I'm Portuguese, but really Portuguese. I remember the love and warmth mostly from The Holy Ghost Grounds I would go to as a child with my family, mostly my mother, that would celebrate the Portuguese culture. I loved it. I felt a place of where I fit in and felt loved. I remember the love from my mother the most even when those around me fought me to this feeling, she still endured and hoped I would hold on to it. We fought to the end and she ended up dying at a time when I was still running from the opposers keeping us apart. I do remember the love from my dad as he held me and I kissed his ear - easier days when our family was allowed to love one another with not too much interruption. I accept that your marked in America, shunned, and cast - even by your own family members, to be attainable to outsiders with no consideration to speech of the situation, as a molested child from outsiders - though I never had the full impact. I don't understand this and don't agree. I understand I'm a woman and the choice to have sex with me against my wishes, even still in this day and age, is still very attainable and widely accepted even in America - we haven't changed much from the single or even lower numbered eras to this type of grabbing to be expected for release. Unfortunately other women go against one another to detain from this so it doesn't make it any safer with relying on just female guidance or supposing that a larger variety of this would help. It took me all these years to know and understand this system and how it works.

But I still want you to know what I attained.


Song "If You Dare Roll Over"


All My Music to Date with Factory Fast Records played on the Radio All the Time 🎊🎊🖐🖐👏👏


Bit of Indian in Me



Saturday, November 5, 2016

Sparkle, I'm So Happy #song #love #sparkle #follow


A song I'm working on.

Sparkle, I'm So Happy

Verse
I am life
I am whole
I have all that you can imagine
That's all I need to be happy

Bridge
I need bread
I need milk
I need breakfast
With love from you

Chorus
Give me sparkle
Let me grow
I'll show you my crayons
And where they came from
For I am happy you will know

Verse
Lend me your hand
Make me whole
I am already everything
I need to know
I do dream
I just need help from you
I am everything that you can't imagine

Verse
I am a child with
Eyes that glow
I yearn for a place to grow
Where I can treasure to give love
In an unrelentless environment


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P.S. I think I'd love to put a 'Sparkle' sign on a piece of land. Maybe a few pieces. Maybe a WHOLE lot!