A reimaging of America…
About freedom through the lens of a closed-door culture and society…
Amidst Pre-fab greenery and false ecosystems built atop overly wasteful and fossil-fueled (in more ways than one if you keep up with politics) digitally distracted deserts…
On the first part of my journey, I was escaping corrupt strife and focused on all the good in life…on plants and birds and rocks and things – sand and hills and rings.
The main things I met were Superflies with a buzz, and professional hoes with no prideful shrouds. The women were hot, and the business cut-and-dry. At least the truth did often surround.
I’ve rode through these deserts on no horse, with no name – often without the good and spat out from the drain. In the desert, it’s easy to forget your old pains, but without the sun’s bright light you’ll see all shades of shame. While all those dependent on social-media pass by singing “Lol, lol, Lol-lala – tokens – troll-la-la-la…”
After two years under the desert, spun, I began to see only red – after four years I refused relationships or taking anyone to bed. Cuz the story was old – of seeking a heart of gold – especially when so many go cold and have eyes that are dead.
So, I lived in the desert, in a wheelchair that was lame, and felt starved of connection, refreshing sensations. Remembering how good it once felt in the rain. But I’d been broken and abandoned and left to battles and pain – while all those with societal welcome and accommodated access by right walked by singing “Lol, lol, la-la-la…troll-la-la-la”
On the fifth year my chair gave up on me, my health had begun to falter, and addiction found footing – because my problems were just unheard drops in an endless and troubles sea. Most find it far easier just to throw their hands up, turn a blind eye – keeping a safe distance while they wait and see.
You’d think this is a pandemic tale, but it’s not. Because the sea and desert both is just our society – when it’s heart and head is in the sand – with the perfect disguise above. Under the cities you can still hear mother earth…but too many humans have forgotten universal connection and strength through freely given, real love.
So I soon left Suicide Girls as well for years, enjoying what could be found on the oasis known as #Zivity…until it too was swallowed by the deserts’ inflation and capitalism lol.
— “A Melodic Meditation Epic”
By Joseph Tsgili Nvda-Tsula ©