Biography of Leaking Pen
Words music to my ears
Music beat of my heart
Don't ask me to choose
They forge the same coin
I am a cloud, a gentle rain that been
in Wellington, Zahle, Minneapolis and Sydney
My Heart dwells in Paris and love of Poetry
I am Paul, I am Boulous, I am Pablo, but most of all I am all heart, I celebrate your life into mine, we are one and the same, lead me to your truth, I share mine with you openly.
Paul or Boulous Marcha
my footprint on Earth.
Leaking Pen Poems
The Best Poem In The World
I was shocked, confused, bewildered as I entered Heaven's door, Not by the beauty of it all, by the lights or its decor.
The stage is set The risers placed Rehearsals done Butterflies should be in bed.
Grandma's Cookie Jar
I wish I could make you laugh, do you remember When children purposely let go of a fart? They giggled like the world had no end. Laughter free from guilt; pure and innocent,
I Love You Jane Eyre
I let go of you My Jane Eyre I am a blind man In love with you
Hope is the dream of fallen leaves Tornadic winds snaps the buds of May To witness the last hour of my breath Spring love gives up its tender soul.
We Are Flowers Of The Sky
We are flowers of the sky Of many different colors Under the Sun we fly high As gentle loving brothers
Hope Is A Thing Of Inner Beauty
When I open my overcrowded closet What do I see? But every stamped deposit From a broken heart on one shelf To a worn out mind, reminder of my old self
The past anchored my wobbly feet I met sorrow, pain, anger and defeat Eyes of a child through divorce From life's binding first course
Kindness Of Our Kind
My poems are not made from silver threads Or golden hues from a summer's day My poems instead are blood of my heart Each beat gets me closer to curtain close.
Stuck On Depression's Call
I have not slept much lately Shrouded myself in the silence of running despair Seeking God for answers For I have been not quite right
Hip Hop Trajectory
I’m chilling I’m cussing Not knowing what I’m saying My soul rapping My mind cranking
The Best Second Poem Ever Written
The Creation When God had made the earth and sky, The flowers and the trees.
Fire And Ice, My Ice Is On Fire
Like a winning throw of the dice Spenser and Frost melt my ice. And from their poetic device I find advice
You And I Sail The World
You and I sail the world You and I cross the equator. You and I visit Oceania You and I discover every ocean.
I try to hand net you!
You flee my capture.
I try to hunt you!
You split my arrows.
I try to woo you!
With spring’s first golden honey harvest