Sleep Tight Huddled Masses

Just a rant about consciousness, maybe its much more, or less who knows.

I watch as disconnected masses

Are bound by invisible chains,

Ignorant of their captivity,

Just mimes in a box.

Trapped within their intangible limitations.

Eyes piercing too deep into

Pixelated fragments of lightwaves.

As the definition exceeds

That of reality

They deem it DIVINE.

An angelic resolution

Feeding synapsis of a gOD

That demands to be feared.

They cower in corners

Holding vinyl coated fabric adhesives.

Ready to employ them 

As soon as colors change on

Confusing bureaucratic 

Charts of boogiemen,

Fabled to infiltrate dreams of

CIVILIZATIONS.

Because bleached minds cannot

Manifest at the level of individuals.

Caged within

White picket fence prisons

That you cry when freed from

Within your coma

You must have forgotten

How to survive

You wither quickly in

The reality of consciousness.

No longer able to absorb

The nutritional,

Bittersweet poisons of

Society's feeding tube.

Meanwhile.....

Semiconscious zombies

Sleepwalk in circles

Mumbling incoherant 

Conversations of Revolution.

I dare not wake them into reality.

No,

It is far too dangerous.

I let them stumble on.

I don't believe even they,

In fact especially they,

Could handle the

Harsh reality of

The fully conscious truth.

It is a heavy burden to bear.

A place

Where thoughts

Become led weights.

Eventually driving you,

To MADNESS!

Few have traversed its realm,

And there is no return

For those that do.

The awakened eye no longer closes.

And you my children,

You are not ready.

Even as there is

Nothing so beautiful,

Also there is 

No sight as grim.

So sleep tight huddled masses.

Dream your sweet discordant dreams

To the beautiful lullabies of lies

Whispered in your ears

As you lay tucked warm

And snug in your proverbial beds.

I wish I could

Give you some hope;

Wise words for

You to hold onto,

But in reality

All life...

Including that of man,

Specifically that of man

Is simply nothing more than

A consequential calamity of consciousness,

Beginning and ending within

The span of a BLINK

Of the Eternal Eye.

And no blink,

Even less so a

Moment within one,

Is worth remembering.

As sure as we shall die,

So too will the stars turn black,

The sun will no longer shine,

The heavens will no longer glow,

Everything has an end.

Yes, sleep tight huddled masses

For I will never wake you.

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

My favorite lines are:

"Because bleached minds cannot
Manifest at the level of individuals."

and

"A consequential calamity of consciousness."

I detect a bit of antipathy here or a certain agnosticism towards man's belief in himself, in God, or in a hope for a brighter tomorrow. What's more, I am immediately driven to question whether or not you are a semi-conscious zombie who thinks he knows more than the rest. :) Of course, I say this in jest due to the tonality of the poem. It's certainly not very optimistic, now is it?

Overall, I love the piece; and while I do not feel there were any problems with the fludity of the poem, it could have very well ended with:

"I dare not wake them into reality."

I'm actually reminded of Ayn Rand and "Atlas Shrugged."

Great job!

Linda Marie

[Bette]

i like this... but i think i want to die now... but very well written.

[Tommy]

This is a great piece. like, "Looking at the world through a set of glass eyes." Nice job indeed!
RLG,
Tommy

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

a really good write

[Stephen Scaggs]

Dear Writer Of Culture,

This poem and its entirety expresses a sincerely truthful message. It's also very in depth. The length of the poem seems to drag on, so I would maybe add a photo or rearrange poem structure so that it doesn't look too bland to look at. But from line one to line 120, you keep my attention in truthful messages. The ignorant sleep in their deluded dreams; regardless to the realms of reality. They bundle together like animals and they work like animals: when did people lose their culture? When did people lose their meaning? At least it's what I gather as I read. I want to proofread this and send you the copy I proofread. A few things are breaking the flow, but the poem is a good poem regardless. You are a talented writer and have a terrific imagination and depths you portray in words. 9.7/10.

Sincerely,
S. W. Scaggs

[J. Hampton]

"Because bleached minds cannot
Manifest at the level of individuals.".....
gotta admire this piece
so much to love about this gem..
both cynical yet enlightened ...

I concur with Emily...
a bit of Poe meets E E Cummings ...lol

[Kaelyn Shea]

this is so cool!! its like your a father or a big brother and you are protecting your children/siblings. that is sooo cool.

[Ruth]

This is awesome friend! Very true but one day people will awaken, maybe thats what 2012 is about really, a shift of consciousness! Poppy

[Frankie Metro]

The awakened eye no longer closes.

no... it doesnt does it..
This piece screams of revolution.. yet it is the antithesis of it.. slapping the face soundly of the zombies that mumble of revolution yet are not at the helm to lead the way when the blood and the gore is needed to clense the futile waste of a civilization crumbling in ruin..

I have more to say.. but Ill save it for after I hear you read this..
You should submit this to a magazine.. I suggest Blacklisted magazine or Clinicality Press...
......angelheart

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I hear that... that was a phenomenal rant... so many people live there life the way so called society believes they should, adhering to the stereotypes put forth by this fictitious faction. Even in religion it is hard to tell whether people go because of faith or fear... A round of applause for this poetic vent.