PIECES OF YOU

Portrait Sculpture Photography by Brno Del Zou

Your eyes, ears, nose,

and mouth don’t match.

They need a purpose;

they need a soul.

FACES

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Expose the bone
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Eyes.

Expressions.

Feelings.

Faces.

Which is the true one?

EYES TO THE SKY

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Invited by Ted Gore

Light squeezes between the leaves.

Eyes to the sky serve me best.

Rays cast hot fingers on me.

Sun has passed its daily test.

The circle widens and deepens.

A place to while away the day.

I keep to its rounded corners.

A place I’ve come to love and pray.

MY EYES SEE

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My eyes see the light beyond

where humans hurry to and fro.

My eyes see the darkness inside

where humans have no pride.

They fight and attack each other

with no regard for their species.

They rant and rave over their passions

with little concern for the welfare of others.

My eyes see the good and the bad,

leaving me all too sad.

Meow.

PIECES

Portrait Sculpture Photography by Brno Del Zou

The pieces.

Eyes.

Nose.

Mouth.

Ears.

Don’t add up.

They refuse to mold.

Separate pieces.

Undefined.

They need a purpose.

Unity.

A soul.

THE WINDOW

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She peeks through the curtain.

Of this I am certain,

she knows nothing of fear

as I draw myself near.

A smile is on her face

as I quicken my pace.

The window grows dark

but she left her mark.

I know which room she does live in.

It must be tidy as a pin.

Her dark eyes have beseeched me.

I know she will complete me.

I just have to summon the courage

before my heart goes back to storage.

We belong together as one.

I won’t stop until I have won.

I raise my hand to the door.

My tears are ready to pour.

I won’t step away.

I’ve come to here stay.

Follow The Lights

Follow The Lights to “THE DEAD GAME”
Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass.
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there could not be.
Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance with the pretty flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.
Eyes are following us in the room.
They will be upon us all too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath they are just bones and hair.

THE DEAD GAME
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HAPPY DREAMS

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Eyes follow you.

Snapping at you.

Sharp teeth.

Crushing jaws.

Colors surround you.

Murky water.

Deep mud.

Swirling around.

Happy dreams.

WHO AM I?

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Who am I?

Who is this creature staring back at me?

Do I look like this on the inside?

Do I appear like this to others?

Why is the mirror cracked?

IMAGINATION

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hexagon friends

Follow the lights.

Keep your eyes open.

Your mind open wider.

No idea too silly.

No adventure too scary.

Explore the possibilities.

Let the unknown guide you.

See where it may lead.

BIG SMILE

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cheshire moon

Smile for me.

Shine on me.

Hold me close.

Never let go.

Eyes so bright.

Smile so wide.

Stay with me.

Each and every night.

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LOST TO THIS WORLD

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I’ve seen what I should’ve have seen.

My eyes won’t close for sleep.

My heart refuses to stop racing.

My tears have dried up.

My blood boils hot and steamy.

I’m lost to this world.

I’ll soon be one with the next.

THE DEAD GAME

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FACELESS

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Brian Connelly

What are we without our faces?

Without our distinctive features.

No eyes to see the morning sun.

No mouth to sing a lullaby.

No nose to smell baking cookies.

We would be mere strokes of color.

A dripping rainbow of hues.