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.)

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.

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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

"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.

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Song Release Link from Amuse.io in Sweden for "It Can Only Be Heaven" #songrelease #lorijeanfinnila

 

It Can Only Be Heaven distribution link.

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

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 "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

“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