Flashes of light
Flashes of insight
fogging up my brain
I’m losing sight
of what’s right
will I ever be the same?
Something has to give
These flashes mark the passage of time
…the rhythm and rhyme
a turning point…
Flashes can give power
Flashes can give strength
to live a dream never realized
in younger days…
This seems to be a repeating theme in my life…do you ever feel that time is just whizzing by, and you haven’t accomplished much? I know now that I am a bit “older,” I am feeling this even more. The time is now to concentrate on what is MOST important to YOU. I need to perform, so I need to just get out and speak to people at places I would feel best performing at…
Take these illusions and twist them into reality…
Cut the cord of comfort and cease the calamity.
For illusions are not real…
They will suck you in…
to the vortex – you will feel
You can never win.
So stop fantasizing and just do it.
It doesn’t hurt to just try it.
It was pretty exciting getting my Fender American Stratocaster last year, but I found out yesterday that there is a trick to changing the strings. I realized this as I was tuning…the tremolo bridge rose higher, and the strings kept going out of tune. Details about this were not outlined in the manual, and the Fender site was a bit unclear. After some searching online, I found out you have to remove the back plate on the guitar that covers the bridge springs. and balance the tension of the bridge with the string tension. Here’s a link: http://www.strat-talk.com/threads/floating-trem-too-high.14728/ Scroll down and look for the answer from “paulg.” I used a 1/8″ thick section of post-it notes in place of the block of wood.🙂 Happy stratting!!
Cleaning out the garbage in my life
I’ve had it up to here with pain and strife!
Can’t you see I’m busy?
Why does it always have to be me?
I’m tired of doing things for everyone else.
Why can’t I just do things for myself?
For most of my life, I’ve been trampled on
Used up and tossed around…
It’s time now to turn the tide…
To cast my net open and wide…
To draw in what I had been afraid of,
whilst protected in my cove.
Peeling away the layers of life…
like an onion…
taken so long to reveal
who I am.
I was living a lie,
afraid to shine
for fear of failure
fear of success
fear of being my best
of doing what I was meant to do
Peel away my layers…
you’ll see someone quite different
from the reserved office assistant.
You see, this reticent girl
is ready to burst at the seams
this trapped energy is about to explode
like a cannon filled with gun powder!
Here’s a link to a songwriting event I participated in! It was hosted by the Newmarket Arts Council, at the Jam Spot. Alas, I did not make the top 3, but it was a lot of fun! http://www.newmarketartscouncil.ca/features/song-writers_V2