Landon Pulmano Poems

A canvas in its own right
But no paint or pastel is found
Nor crayons of many hues
Touch the flesh,
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Hair as soft as the summer breeze
Minerva puts me at ease,
Yet when she cries the sunlight dies
Crystal clear limpid eyes, look astray
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Blank pages.
Empty spaces absent of
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The heat from the street moves like souls seeking refuge,
So I keep on walking and one day I meet
A girl blowing bubbles out the window.
And I watch-
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Brick by brick the barrier is built
Placed by painful memories past,
Adamantly meant to last.
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Kept within our own life spheres
The cries for help meet deaf ears,
Drowning out this damning din
From figures of melting skin,
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Where has our freedom gone?
It's controlled by those with power beyond.
Rich king and his calvary over paltry pawns
Obeying his will, marching toward Death
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