UPDATE “Under the Moonlight with une Bouteille De Vin” Play Sample #lorijean #play #song #lorijeanfinnila

The song will have the title change for the play. Under the Moonlight with Riunite at Soundcloud. I'm using more of my songs that I 'm writing for the play. 

“Under the Moonlight with une Bouteille De Vin” Play

by Lori Jean Finnila

A MODERN FAIRY TALE IN THE 1800'S

Inspired by true events.

Details have been changed.

INTRODUCTION

There once was a half French and half Scottish girl, young and brave. Coming from a long line of prostitutes from her ancestors, and her great grandpa and grandma getting married at ages 10 and 11 because of pregnancy, Linda was chosen as a breed to royalty aside from this, and to eventually take her from this. She fought hard for herself in a land unknown to her, in a land not wanting her. But in her land there were great fights to her people that was moving in on her. She was the last to their royal blood, well bred and chosen at 15 months of age, she was separated by her wicked mother and family.

Sample Play

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                 Photo courtesy of tamarar.deviantart.com.

New Poem "Cat in the Wall" by Lori Jean Finnila #poems #lorijean #lorijeanfinnila #songs

My poems eventually turn to songs by part or whole. "My thoughts are my gifts." Lori Jean Finnila

Cat in the Wall

A trapped cat inside of a bag

needs holes to breathe.

Hearing this first thing in the morning

is disturbing.

Was it in my attic?

I looked to see if I had one

I knew I didn't

I had to retrace my mind.

My fear for this cat persisted

on the toilet

in my mind

in the wall

Can a hat hide in the wall?

More importantly, can someone

put a cat in the wall?

Now...

how wide is the wall?

Is there an opening?

Is there another area of the building

that hides cats?

Aah, I see it in the courtyard.

Photo courtesy PBS.

New Poem "A New Cycle of Life" by Lori Jean Finnila #lorijean #lorijeanfinnila #poems

New Poem and Updated One

10/19

A New Cycle of Life

by Lori Jean Finnila

The horns are blowing to the sky fold

innocence is crushed below.

Screaming, peeks through the night

I can see from eight floors up.

Those crawling, begging, pleading

wishing they were where you are.

Tap, tap, tap

rattle, rattle, rattle

it brings

uncertainty.

Prays and yelps from the church

swings that bring new delight

the whale calls

stomp, chuckle

tap, tap, chuckle

tap, tap again

a smile begins.

The wind moves with no explanation

it's strong

shook my windows last night

I feared the cold.

The trees at the tops blow around

pointed buildings blend with the rain

tap, tap again

the man below smiles.

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The Crazy Sun Shines

Poems by Lori Jean Finnila

1rst

the trees,

brash with leaves

they will not fly away

tonight

chocolate sprinkles are sweet

small, poignant

are they

crisp

delight is ecstasy

corners are sharp

edges are dull

circles are round

Wheels turn

The morning breaks

Thumps on the roof

Remind me of this

Cars, trucks

Or at least motors

Rustle in the streets

Slacks of sheets so slick

Take the air

Sand dumps

Engines roar

Another city morning

^2nd

Flower still

be still for me

under the sheet

cornered on the chair

Your pink and white

blue, dark green

detailed crisp

shadowed by edges

cornered by rounds

enveloped in some

grayish at times

drifting lovely

below like a fall

the completion at the end

jumps up again

3rd

three lines cross six

though the third

is a quarter of the way here

the second is half

the third almost full shown

but separated by a fourth

that shows at the bottom

six show like church pipes

the dip points

to the corner window

as the sun shines in

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                                           Photo courtesy Front Range Forum

"Under the Moonlight with Riunite" by 'Lori Jean' Finnila #newsong #single #lorijean #lorijeanfinnila

My second song. My second song I found out of anguish to finish a degree with high honors that I've been hiding attaining. One that offers me much torture to attain because of the high marks that have been found out about since my move. I say my second song because the full expression of my art in lyrics is seen in “She Finds the Chords Herself” that I gave to Ned Euphorya to compose for me and is the first gift of full expression. And I had such a hard time forming the words to such magical thoughts that I had mapped out in my book “The Virtuous Woman.” Now because I've come pass the process of death, murder actually, of my unborn child at 17 at 5 months pregnant, thinking of her first and then writing, I show my gifts more, hopefully in full, I feel now not always thinking of her subconsciously and never reaching the full extent of my gifts. I had a hard time letting go of the first song – but I don't want to die a Van Gogh or other famous artists discovered after death. So I don't hold my gifts now when I know they've come to me in full and tell my famous story in my head how it will be, I make it happen now. This is worth fighting for.

Though some may, and I hate it, when you write assume a standpoint in it and that they're being longed for, or something outside of the writing. It stands for my love of life at those times, sometimes being when I was abused. It's also at a point of being able to pass by them in my walks and acknowledge that I'm doing this.

                                                            Photo courtesy Banfi Wines.

                                           Photo 78' L to R, Judy Holmes, Karen Millette, and 'Lori Jean' Finnila

Under the Moonlightwith Riunite

Verse

I was told to love Valentino

Live like Cinderella

Under the moonlight

with Riunite

Chorus

You've found your wet dreams

when you think of me

You call me on the phone

remembering our song

the one we never had

Verse

You fell on your knees to me

As I was put upon a thrown to all beings

The ring you gave me

shown through the entire night

Bridge

Drifting lovely like a fall

I made the completion

in the end to it all

You say,

“Flower still,

be still, inside of me,

under the sheets,

in the chair,

cornered everywhere.”

Six lines shaped like church organ pipes

shine shadows on my breasts at night

The dips point to the corners in me

where you shine most gently

Chorus

I was told to love Valentino

Live like Cinderella

Under the moonlight

with Riunite

Short Clip of last year's Gala Rose Bowl Akademia

Last year's gala event. So excited!! Can't wait! I want to wear red. The Akademia 2016 Gala Short Video https://youtu.be/JOS-mcWQ3ns via @YouTube

"Update" The Akademia Music Awards Rose Bowl Gala Sponsors #lorijean #rosebowl #gala #awards #bestcountrysong

Update! I'm sorry. Gold and Arrow gave me the wrong information. So sorry.

Hello!

So excited to be announcing my hair sponsor - the first sponsor booked. I will be announcing others as they come up. The event isn't until April 19th of next year but I'm working hard to look my best and represents myself and my fans that way as well. I want it to be a princess night to remember. I've been thinking about designers and already contacted my lifelong dream of one - waiting to hear!? I will let you all know more.

Much love.

Hair: Gold and Arrow of Portland, OR

"You Didn't Even Want Our Baby" Updated Lyrics #lorijean #youdidntevenwantourbaby

I just watched "Woman in Gold" and it made me want to revise my song

You Didn't Even Want Our Baby by Lori Jean Finnila

It was 10/31/78

One dark Halloween day

You took me from school

All the fun parties and everything I knew

You drove me to one dark tall building

Statuesque but dark 

Filled with other little girls

There might only be one

Maybe three

But I know someone will thank me for my empathy

There's no statutes on pain

One woman is many crying in vein

Of our rights to our bodies lost one day

Chorus

You weren't there 

When I'd talk about the baby's hair 

What he or she would wear

Baby You Didn't Even want our baby

Verse

She ended up in a barrel instead

When I was bolted down by two men

I cry myself to sleep now

So many nights when I see my hair and your eyes in my baby 

When she comes to me

I was only a virgin and you took my dream away

Bridge

Though I was drunk

One too many came from you 

Yelling at me not to make too much noise when I was young 

The balloon to keep you from me

Still didn't let me know 

How much you didn't love me

Chorus

Verse

Now many years later my back aches 

I crawl on the floor from those I let beat me

Some say you weren't a full man then

Yet you were of age when

The blame was put out on me for

Ever lovin' you or letting you shine your light my way

Chorus

Baby, I was just a little girl and I'm still in bereavement.

Poem of the Day by Lori Jean Finnila

Hey there, another poem by me.

10/7

Flower still

be still for me

under the sheet

cornered on the chair

Your pink and white

blue, dark green

detailed crisp

shadowed by edges

cornered by rounds

enveloped in some

grayish at times

drifting lovely

below like a fall

the completion at the end

jumps up again

                                                       Courtesy Flora Flowers

10/9

three lines cross six

though the third

is a quarter of the way here

the second is half

the third almost full shown

but separated by a fourth

that shows at the bottom

six show like church pipes

the dip points

to the corner window

as the sun shines in

                                                      Courtesy Troy Selberg

"My Best Country Song" by Lori Jean Finnila #lorijean #newsong #lyrics

Just finished another new hippy type country rockish song lyrics a few days ago. Wanted to share it with you. Will probably be a faster tune than what I've been working on - more towards "Is It the Time." I know I said my next song would be to that, "My Dirty Draws," but it turned out more for "You Didn't Even Want Our Baby" because it talks about times when I lived in the woods trying to survive on nothing. These last two, "How's I Such a Fool," and this one is a good old funny and fast country song reminiscing about the good ole' times.

My Best Country Song

by Lori Jean Finnila

1rst Verse

Let's turn the radio on

hear my music

It's gonna be a hit

It's gonna be hip

I think this might be

my best country song

2^nd Verse

I heard Jagger made the cover again

I keep sending mine in

Am I too old

to be a rolling stone

Waiting for my picture

to be on the magazine

3^rd Verse

Ew, shush

I hear the crowd

I think it's signing up for me

That's loud!

Oh no, it's a big star

right before me

back to square one being me

4^th Verse

My best country song

isn't about Sally

Isn't about Sue

Isn't about what Bob will do,

oops! For you

It's about me

Bridge

It's me

I'm here pouring the beer

trying not to get too drunk

trying to keep my pants

from fallin' down

and my shirt from goin' up

I just need longer lines

Chorus

I'm not hip

I'm not shy

Just wanna be a rock star

country's fine

I'm just takin' care of me and mine

Poem of The Day by Lori Jean Finnila #poems #lorijean

10/5

the trees brash

with leaves

they will not fly away

tonight

chocolate sprinkles are sweet

small, poignant

are they

crisp

delight is ecstasy

corners are sharp

edges are dull

circles are round

                                                       Courtesy Cloudb

10/6
Wheels turn
The morning breaks
Thumps on the roof
Remind me of this

Cars, trucks
or at least motors
Rustle in the streets
Slacks of sheets so slick
take the air

Sand dumps
engines roar
another city morning

                                                   Courtesy WallspaperCraft