Quintin Bouillon Poems
|2.||The Cycle Of Greed||3/13/2012|
|4.||If Walls Could Talk||3/13/2012|
|8.||Falling Out Of Love||3/13/2012|
|9.||Memoir Of Sadness||3/13/2012|
|11.||Resolution Of Pain||3/13/2012|
|12.||The Persistence Of A Father||3/13/2012|
|14.||The Voice Of The Angels||3/13/2012|
|15.||Through The Words Of Master Yoda||3/13/2012|
|16.||War: A Lost Cause||3/13/2012|
|17.||Livin' The Dream||3/13/2012|
|18.||The Right To Bear Arms||3/13/2012|
|19.||I'M Not Afraid To Die||3/13/2012|
Comments about Quintin Bouillon
I'M Not Afraid To Die
I'm not afraid to die, no not at all,
It's not as bad as it seems
I enjoy life fine enough I suppose
But I much enjoy my dreams.
Death must be like dreaming
A constant deathly haze
As you sit back relax and enjoy your dreams
For the rest of the earth's days.
It's not just ‘cause I'm a Christian
Not suicidal in any way
I just can't wait to see when my dreams come
To come out and play.
The Cycle Of Greed
The sad truth about many lives
Especially the life I call my own,
Is that happiness can always be found
But, no matter the situation, is never received.
It doesn't matter how much I am given, I demand more,
Never reach the point of total happiness from what I'm given
Reaching the state that the poor and hungry beg for, but are without
Thus the vicious cycle of greed is formed,
In which, to the sadness of the world, there is no escape.