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Suicide Squad Nod: Harley Quinn
Posted in Painting
Tagged abstract art, DC comics, fan art, harley quinn, suicide squad
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Balloons and Paper Tigers
Balloons and paper tigers imprison me
They chain me with my
Fears and failures and tenuous future
To a life of anxiety and paralysis
The growling paper tiger claws at the
Balloon wall I’ve built around me
The awful noise of the snarling tiger
The popping balloons
My own inner screams
Startle my senses
Jar me into action
To replace the popped balloons
I believe will protect me
Yet also will entrap me
I don’t know why I spend my time
Replacing these balloons
Balloons that the tigers can pop
That I can pop
That everyone knows are just air
If not for the loud bang
That sends me shrinking into myself
I would pop them, pop them all
Venture out beyond the wall and
Burn the paper tiger on a pyre
Of liberation and desire
Waiting for the Interstellar Firebird
Like a black hole in my belly
The gravity inside me tugs me into myself
My muscles shudder as they resist the collapsing,
The compression, the folding in upon myself
Mental, physical, emotional energy pulled
Down, down, down
I close my eyes and sink into it
Into the nothingness, into a single point
My wandering self, lingering in the moment
Caught off-guard by the density within
I breathe and remember
I cast off my worry
I am in the belly of it now
Where every thought and every movement
Are labored in the heavy gravity
I have been here before
A pattern of collapsing and expanding
A super nova follows this implosion
Like an interstellar firebird
I am expansive, I am boundless
Until the next time
I am caught off-guard
By the black hole in my belly
When You Only Find Confusion
Posted in Painting
Tagged abstract art, acrylic, Chinese character, confusion, seeking, zen
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