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|
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.
One reflects on their own image
In a way much different than the one perceived by all else.
To them they are a disgusting monster of lore
While everyone else sees the attractive hero.
The peasant in a medieval community
Or the ugliest of manatee from the ocean.
While other's see royalty in their bodies
And a beautiful dolphin.
That picture doesn't appear to me.