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Monday, May 29, 2023

My Memorial Day Poem #lorijeanfinnila #newpoem

Bitch, bitch in a lonely place 
You laugh at me
I can hear you from afar
You did win though 
Chased me away
Now I walk looking for another place

I see men tilt when they walk
Dented cars
Music I'm unfamiliar and uncomfortable woth
Let's see how far I go

I see a man with all his belongings
Including his trash can
It's small, silver 
And probably fits everything he wants

Another woman sways by
Perhaps to get attention
She did 
She got mine

Many people tilt in this  direction
I'll turn around
How far should I go on my own
Perhaps to the school
Where I always run
Where I know there’s safety
And familiarity.

(That’s when I stopped because I saw the roses.)







Friday, May 26, 2023

Recorded Song "On the Edge of the Death" #lorijeanfinnila #newsong #singersongwriter #alternativelifestyle #podcast

 

Image by Yatheesh Gowda from Pixabay

Going out of my comfort zone to the extremes makes life longer to me.

Podcast at Apple Podcasts, Audible, Spotify, Amazon, Pandora, TuneIn, RadioPublic, Podcasters for Spotify, ivoox, iHeartRadio, Google Podcasts, Blubrry,  AND now at Community Radio Exchange in Canada, and Substack.

Free "On the Edge of Death" song at SoundCloud and Google Drive

 Song Lyrics


Verse


I walk this morning

To keep my body up

Moving, strong in my mind

Life seems so long when I do this


Chorus

There's no reason not to try so hard

There is no diagnosis in life

It's what we lead 

What we do

Living on the edge of death


Verse

Eventually I'll ride across the sky in a tram

To my favorite hiking path

Through the woods with its deep, twisting turns

of isolation in it's hills

Of closed off destinations 

That I scare to deep in my insides

But feel more life


I need that old camper

To attach to a car that I'll pull

When I'm sure I can see

With my mace and bear spray

So I can reach the farthest edge of death

To show people I can make it


Chorus


Verse

I still have a list of things to do

I tire to in my mind

That I can't hold for long


Bridge

Get up and walk

Ride the height car

Hike that same old path that I can

So I can say I made it

I have to make donuts

I don't worry I'm gonna die so soon

It's my next step I look to

It all makes sense


Make donuts

Ride that tram

Make that hill

I will not die

Breathe 

I can make it

One more time

At least in my mind



Chorus


Verse

But I know each step I take 

In this cold breeze

Will lead me to the next step

On the edge of death


So I can

Make donuts

Ride that tram

Make that hill

I will not die

Breathe 

I can make it

One more time

At least in my mind




Friday, May 19, 2023

"Spoken To So Very, Very Kind" #newsong #podcast #lorijeanfinnila #singersongwriter #alternativelifestyle

 "Spoken To So Very, Very Kind" song free at Google Drive and SoundCloud

Image by bknis from Pixabay 


I can’t believe how successful I feel just waking up earlier in the morning to be outside. I’m completely taken back by that. I was able to write one song outside this week because of this.

Podcast available at: Apple Podcasts, Audible, Spotify, Pandora Podcasts, Amazon Music, TuneIn, Radio Public, iHeartRadio, Google Podcasts, and Blubrry.

Tuesday, May 16, 2023

My New Poem/Song About Trying to Fight the Tire of Life "On the Edge of Death" #lorijeanfinnila #singersongwriter #newsong #newpoem


Image by SplitShire from Pixabay 


 "On the Edge of Death"


Verse

I walk this morning

To keep my body up

Moving, strong in my mind

Life seems long when I do this


Get up and walk

Ride the height car

Hike that same old path that I can

So I can say I made it

I have to make donuts


I don't worry I'm gonna die so soon

It's my next step I look to

It all makes sense


Chorus

There's no reason not to try so hard

There is no diagnosis in life

It's what we lead 

What we do

Living on the edge of death


Verse

Eventually I'll ride across the sky in a tram

To my favorite hiking path

Through the woods with its deep, twisting turns

of isolation in it's hills

Of closed off destinations 

That I scare to deep in my insides

But feel more life


I need that old camper

To attach to a car that I'll pull

When I'm sure I can see

With my mace and bear spray

So I can reach the farthest edge of death

To show people I can make it

On the edge of death

I still have a list of things to do

I tire to in my mind

That I can't hold for long


Make donuts

Ride that tram

Make that hill

I will not die

Breathe 

I can make it

One more time

At least in my mind


But I know each step I take 

In this cold breeze

Will lead me to the next step

On the edge of death


Wednesday, May 10, 2023

“Spoken To So KInd” #lorijeanfinnila #singersongwriter #newsong

 




Photo by Iurii Laimin at Pexels.



I Turn My Head to Cry

Verse

You popped up unexpectedly 

Were the same as what I’d seen

I came out quick, a bit cold


Chorus

I turn my head to cry

I’m not used to being

Spoken to so kind


Verse

I kept telling you everything 

Negative about me

You said honey

I should let you go you’re tired


Chorus


Verse

I said I need no man

I like to be alone

I won’t get undressed on a first date

Will  sleep around if I’m cheated on

You said hun thanks for being so polite


Bridge

I say you go to bed too late

I go in early

I’m going blind

You say you haven’t found the right guy 

I lost my baby due to a bad man

He says I have a daughter called Jane


Chorus