Getting On Little Doggy #lorijean #pain #nervedamage

Those who are beaten with a strong brain will just get right back on there again, get on again little doggy.

Another barrier to break is natural treatment for those who have been beaten that will get right back up on that horse, so to speak. Traditional medicines block us from doing this dragging our perspectives down. I've been inquiring into this as seven years going by and the physical discomforts of mine seeping in as my brain gets stronger to it. Insurance doesn't want to cover it and doctors feel uncomfortable with cannabis, which is a recent method of medical that I've been researching, effective done with care. Why if there's so many victims out there haven't other alternative methods been recognized and practiced and covered?

Photo courtesy Dr. Nabil Ebraheim

Having Fun with This One!!! Redo of "How's I Such a Fool" #lorijean #country

Did this one over and combined the two songs for a BLAST of one using "Under the Moonlight with a Bottle of Wine" and "How's I Such a Fool!"

Have fun listening to it! It's just a draft and not in time exactly of course because I don't have an interface right now. Get the lyrics!!!

                                                Photo courtesy College Humor

Updated drafts “How's I Such a Fool” and “Under the Moonlight with a Bottle of Wine” #lorijean #songs #updates

How's I Such a Fool

Under the Moonlight with a Bottle ofWine

Lyrics Below

I've been working on my next releases. I still have “You Didn't Even Want Our Baby” album in progress. Please don't think I'm forgetting about that. As a matter of fact, “How's I Such a Fool” is one of the songs on the album, and one of my favorites. I ended up picking this one to work on next as well as the single Under the Moonlight with a Bottle of Wine, which was inspired by Five for Fighting's “She's My Girl,” because I found “My Best Country Song” didn't have strong enough lyrics. I really feel that this is imperative in a song. Even if the music is good, I think great lyrics are very much needed. The order, the story, and the way you want the audience to perceive it. I hope you like the updates. I will be getting a focus rite for my computer. It sounds a bit poopy now, but I know your used to my style and can appreciate my work at any stage. Thanks!!! Mwah!!! Love ya!!

P.S. Also, I have a BEAUTIFUL jade green gown for my red carpet award celebration in April. Wish I could see you there. It goes great with my eyes and shows my bust nice. It's a bit long but if I wear slightly uncomfortable heels that have boot effect and a bigger heel and braids I'll make the PART for “Is It the Time!!!” Haven't figured out what I'll do with my purse of casual outfit or dress bag before the celebration. I'm hoping to get a hotel room to store it all. Not sure what time the show will start for this. I was going to fly in right before. Maybe I'll bring a small purse and fly in my gown – buy a cheap pair of pants and shirt afterwards??!!!

Also, check out my “Ashes on My Cup” video if you haven't already seen it.

How's I Such a Fool

by Lori Jean Finnila

Verse

That first night in the field

Under the moonlight

Van Morrison was playing our song

Chorus

How's I such a fool

When you crashed me to the ground

With the words I love you

still in my head

While I was being thrown

Verse

But then your bike crashed

me to the ground

it started out on our first date

on a horse

the bike man at the store

saw me panting as you gave

me a push to get back on for more

Chorus

Verse

The second time around

It came from a car

Though I took the spin with my neck

You took the money for whiplash

Bridge

You fell on your knees to me

as I was put upon a thrown

The ring you gave me

shown through the entire night

Chorus

doo doo da doo da doo da

repeat

doo doo da doo da doo da

Under the Moonlight with a Bottle of Wine

by Lori Jean Finila

Verse

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

Chorus

I was told to love Valentino

Live like Cinderella

Under the moonlight

with a bottle of wine

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

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 a bottle of wine

New Version of Song "Under the Moonlight with a Bottle of Wine" by 'Lori Jean' Finnila and a New Poem

Under the Moonlight with a Bottle of Wine

Those Who Wait

by 'Lori Jean' Finnila

Comfort collects with the touch of glass

glistening isn't just for one but for all

sparkles dance and bring gesture

For it is all known to substance

Substance in the air is direction

to the following of a gesture

that is life to some

but not all, to some despair

Despair is in the hearts of the unknown

one's who can't understand what is happening

or what is there to begin with

A grace is a place that is not owned

An enchantment is a pleasure

that is to all

One takes pleasures originally

It all comes to those who wait.

Courtesy Novel Matters

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