Turntable Anxiety

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It's starting again...my thoughts ripping this way or another...just hoping to find the next out...in and out resolutions of can and can't,
Will it ever falter...jolt my inner being with kickstart programs of grammar filled relations of institutionalized refractions,
Canons...masses of proper appeal...no wait I need a sheik tonight...maybe a monk to guide me along nervous nirvana,
The rift raft of today's world...walking right on by me as if I'm the only one in the world...play the track louder...oh just tad more now.

Make the noise rise...like a cello without it's strings...add a drum and beat until the goat skin falls from it's base,
Tambourine jingles...the bells have fell from their structuring...falling over the edge of humanities cliffs,
Noise dropping kinetics that grind gracefully like gravity without a living notion of up or down,
Chosen ones...maybe they learnt a lesson in humility...maybe the lost ones already knew the wisdom...please play it louder now.

Up up and away we go...into the clouds of sound...of repositions and recollections...utmost impotence given to the composer,
Mix the tape...resounding displays of tethered captions of nonsense traits...where are we going...where have we gone,
I don't really know what's being said...but somehow we all know the true meaning...is it life or the cracks within,
Lower the quail...duck calling...moose growling...cat meowing...anxiety ridden trucks of highway driving...oh turn it up now.

It's coming...the realities of the clock ticking oh so louder...faster...faster still crashing like waves along a metal facade,
Down the spout we are dalliance...truth be told there is none...fictional mascarades of doubt and remorse,
Oh humanity...we are without a doubt the poorest bunch...we must display a truth at least in environment....before it's over please,
Times a coming...the world is crash course wisdom like the winds through the trees...you hear it when you sleep...turn table anxiety.

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clayxmatthewsxfan 4 years ago from King of Prussia, Pennsylvania

Ah, yes, I know this all too well. I like how you put it, I could feel the words reverberating inside and outside my being.


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BakerRambles 4 years ago from Baltimore, MD Author

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I feel as though that is how anxiety truly feels within an individual.


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clayxmatthewsxfan 4 years ago from King of Prussia, Pennsylvania

Ohh yeah. I also have bipolar disorder (as well as hypothyroid), so I can truly attest to that feeling. Sometimes when manic, the feeling is even more intense.


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PDXKaraokeGuy 4 years ago from Portland, Oregon

great work again, Mark


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BakerRambles 4 years ago from Baltimore, MD Author

Thanks. :)


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poshcoffeeco 4 years ago from Cambridgeshire

Hi Mark..I can relate to everything you write here. Nicely done. up/awesome


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BakerRambles 4 years ago from Baltimore, MD Author

Thank you for understanding the nonsense I created to make a true understanding of anxiety for every day individuals.


Sueswan 4 years ago

"Lower the quail...duck calling...moose growling...cat meowing...anxiety ridden trucks of highway driving...oh turn it up now"

I see this as obsessive thoughts playing over and over getting louder and louder. I would want to scream Stop if I ever experienced these feelings.

Voted up and awesome.


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BakerRambles 4 years ago from Baltimore, MD Author

True anxiety in the workings. I'm glad you saw that. Thanks for voting up sue.

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