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Tuesday, October 24, 2017

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.

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                 Photo courtesy of tamarar.deviantart.com.

Monday, October 23, 2017

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.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

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

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

"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


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




Monday, October 16, 2017

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


Saturday, October 14, 2017

"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.





Monday, October 9, 2017

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

2nd 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

3rd 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

4th 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


Friday, October 6, 2017

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