Sleep Tight Huddled Masses

Sleep Tight Huddled Masses

A Poem by Glenn Davis
"

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.

© 2010 Glenn Davis


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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

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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

Posted 12 Years Ago


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


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a really good write

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 12 Years Ago


"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

Posted 12 Years Ago


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

Posted 12 Years Ago


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

Posted 12 Years Ago


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

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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My name is Glenn Davis Jr. I am not clever enough to come up with a pen name I suppose...... Oh well. I was born and raised in South Louisiana, about an hour below New Orleans, pretty much in the midd.. more..

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