Dawn's light broke without the sun's aid; I lie awake staring at the ceiling like I was newly sober all over again. I imagined the world around me as selfishly as I could; my petty problems of self made construction and then like an imaginary sun creeping into the peripheral, I became shrouded in a warm light where vision expanded to the world around us all.
The sober reality of what we have been through together from the beginning; man made wars, politics, dogma, and the controlled conception of 'liberated' independence...
The faces of Egypt's youth facing the crux of our problem. Each pair of screaming, far away lips personifying man's plea for justice, equality, peace, and everything we have been convinced awaits us in the post resignation apocalypse. Those faces I may never meet yet they haunt my attempts for sleep. In my confusion, I can barely mutter a coherent sentence; however, I can say, thank you!
Thank you, for reminding us all that there is blood running quickly through our veins! Synapses firing in our brains! Visions freely flooding our eyes! And that the bastards haven't taken our balls just yet! We are in a state of denial sitting on our comfy chairs and sofas; warm in our beds while the freeze settles in for another round beyond the walls.
I blend into the back ground of my life, remaining silent until the levee breaks. Inevitably, I come flooding out into all corners of consciousness. It is painful, but it is true and self-righteous in its truth.
Today I was reminded of where I am; I was given the understanding that a man like me requires to continue without an explosion. I took the opportunity to settle down. I listened when the voices of reason quieted the malcontent within. I thought of you and of yours. I faced my self pity and denial with the force only found in other people as they look inside your skull.
By the Grace of God I was led, internally kicking and screaming, to the shore for a drink of logic's river.
I was and still am grateful. I thanked the man, who may have saved me from myself. He did not know the depths his voice reached, but he knew I understood by the smile on my face and the slouch of my shoulders. I sat quietly then, allowing the warm river's flood to wash me as clean as it could muster. I felt the cool breeze dry my skin, as the sun beat down without the heat of summer.
At the edge of my own vision, I saw those far off faces staring into a demon I have never known but for the nightmares of what the world might look like after we have consumed ourselves in the chaos without ever noticing our time had forever passed us by.
My hopes now, as they are whenever I imagine the brave, young souls throughout human history willing to lay down the rationalization of safety for the very real possibility of justice and the dream of freedom. I hope they do not fall prey to either side of this pendulum; I pray that the people of Egypt embrace neither the crushing, empty idealism of the west or the bitter zealousness of countries like Iran.
Perhaps Egypt can find the middle we all search for; that which lies just out of reach for both sides of the heavy, blood soaked coin we sleep upon."
David Lewry
The sober reality of what we have been through together from the beginning; man made wars, politics, dogma, and the controlled conception of 'liberated' independence...
The faces of Egypt's youth facing the crux of our problem. Each pair of screaming, far away lips personifying man's plea for justice, equality, peace, and everything we have been convinced awaits us in the post resignation apocalypse. Those faces I may never meet yet they haunt my attempts for sleep. In my confusion, I can barely mutter a coherent sentence; however, I can say, thank you!
Thank you, for reminding us all that there is blood running quickly through our veins! Synapses firing in our brains! Visions freely flooding our eyes! And that the bastards haven't taken our balls just yet! We are in a state of denial sitting on our comfy chairs and sofas; warm in our beds while the freeze settles in for another round beyond the walls.
I blend into the back ground of my life, remaining silent until the levee breaks. Inevitably, I come flooding out into all corners of consciousness. It is painful, but it is true and self-righteous in its truth.
Today I was reminded of where I am; I was given the understanding that a man like me requires to continue without an explosion. I took the opportunity to settle down. I listened when the voices of reason quieted the malcontent within. I thought of you and of yours. I faced my self pity and denial with the force only found in other people as they look inside your skull.
By the Grace of God I was led, internally kicking and screaming, to the shore for a drink of logic's river.
I was and still am grateful. I thanked the man, who may have saved me from myself. He did not know the depths his voice reached, but he knew I understood by the smile on my face and the slouch of my shoulders. I sat quietly then, allowing the warm river's flood to wash me as clean as it could muster. I felt the cool breeze dry my skin, as the sun beat down without the heat of summer.
At the edge of my own vision, I saw those far off faces staring into a demon I have never known but for the nightmares of what the world might look like after we have consumed ourselves in the chaos without ever noticing our time had forever passed us by.
My hopes now, as they are whenever I imagine the brave, young souls throughout human history willing to lay down the rationalization of safety for the very real possibility of justice and the dream of freedom. I hope they do not fall prey to either side of this pendulum; I pray that the people of Egypt embrace neither the crushing, empty idealism of the west or the bitter zealousness of countries like Iran.
Perhaps Egypt can find the middle we all search for; that which lies just out of reach for both sides of the heavy, blood soaked coin we sleep upon."
David Lewry