Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

once there was this song
actually a plethora of anthems
that could always raise the dead
they stood on guard ready to roll
in a little corner of his chest
but the hammer and the anvil
no longer ring true
I search some nights for a replacement
or even better
a restoration, but nothing seems to fill
the hole
there were melodies once like medicine
harmonies like balms for the forehead
notes that could pick up a broken body
or a throbbing head
and recalibrate the funk,
today I am lost, a seeker
looking for a substitute, a song
a memory
a way to ease down into my recliner

I been meditating on stolen medication all day and when I fling myself into my recliner at the first taste of nausea let go and relax, check my watch for afib
I think I know what dadio meant by "good capture"

and recalibrate the funk,
today I am lost, a seeker
looking for a substitute, a song
a memory
a way to ease down into my recliner

yes yes
thanks for a poem i can relate to.

Today, a seeker.
Tomorrow, a seeker.
Yesterday, a seeker.
Always a seeker.

I am -

I would have stolen it before 1986