That Night

Christmas Poem by Chris Bunton

On a night long ago;
in a town far away.
Our savior was born,
to take our shame.

He came from on high
to a lowly place.
To offer humans Grace,
and a life full of Hope.

Gods glory appeared
to the shepherds there.
And they ran to where,
they knew He would lay.

That purest lamb,
was shown to them
In swaddling cloth,
on a manger’s hay.

The shepherds ran
to tell the tale.

On that dark night,
light came to shine,
to show us the way
and save our soul

On that night He came
to be with us.

Our Immanuel.


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An Acrostic About Our Furry Friends

Nine lives are bestowed upon a cat to live,

In this world full of danger we travel through.

None may escape the final time appointed to them,

Even the cat has it’s last moment to breathe.

Living a life of adventure, demands some extra chances,

It’s the curious cat, trapped, who really needs it.

Vain cats cleaning themselves on a slim, lofty ledge.

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Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.

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Sitting in the park,
On a dreary autumn day.
Watching the leaves fall.

Squirrels gathering nuts.
Working to survive winter.
They know what they need.

But what about me?
What real purpose do I have?
All of nature knows.

They all know their place.
Do they question their purpose?
Do birds wonder why?

Humans are corrupt in our ways.
Do we even belong in this place?


Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.

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Healing Loneliness

Health Opinion By Chris Bunton

I’m not a doctor or a psychologist. I’m just a guy who believes that God allows us to suffer through things so that we can help others through those same problems.

I’ve had loneliness in my life. I got divorced in 2000 and basically lost everyone. I spent 20 years alone.

I have friends and family who might argue that I was not alone. They might blame me. But, it’s possible to be in a room full of people and still be alone. And maybe I am to blame. But, when we are alone, we don’t have to listen to the blame or the shame. And that’s a good thing about being alone.

But, loneliness can lead us to do all sorts of damaging things in order to just not be alone. I went to bars, to find relief and that mystical connection. But, it led to all kinds of trouble.

I dated and used all the dating sites. Just like the old song says, “looking for love in all the wrong places, looking for love in too many faces.”. It did not help.

So, why do we feel lonely? Even if we cannot put our finger on it, we still feel it and it influences our lives. But why is this? We were born alone, with nothing except God. (Unless you were twins) And we will die alone, with nothing except God.

The natural state of humans is to be alone with God only. And that is where our healing begins.

Learn to enjoy being alone with God; because we are never really alone. God is always with us. I know this might seem like a cop out, but hear me through. I spent a lot of time locked in cages alone with God. There’s no better place to be.

Stop fighting it. Often our biggest problem with loneliness is that we refuse to accept it, as simply a reality of life. A period we go through. We demand that it is wrong for us. But, it is simply an aspect of life.

From infancy we have learned or been taught that we must “socialize”, and that we need people. This has made it hard for us to be alone. Cell phones, and social media of this modern age, make it even worse. We have socialization at the press of a button. There’s nothing wrong with this. But, when we are alone, like millions of people, it makes us suffer. So, we must learn to be alone, and loneliness will never bother us again.

We must choose to make time to be in solitude with God. Since this world works to fight anything that heals us, we must be determined, to make that time. We can pray and God will help us, because He wants to spend time with us.

When we do this, it helps us fight loneliness because when we find ourselves alone, we simply fall back into our learned habit of spending time alone with God. When we do this, we no longer feel alone, or at least we no longer care, because we are with God.

Remember God will never leave us. He is with us always.

Do not ignore what I am saying here. Because if you cannot find peace with being alone with God. Then, you will hurt other people because you will be using them as a tool to alleviate your loneliness. You cannot really connect or love them because ultimately you are using them. They are your slave, and you are their prisoner. You need them, like a drug.

It can also lead you into activities that will destroy your life and reputation. Things that will linger and fester, long after that connection has left.

So, the first step in healing loneliness is to reconnect with God and enjoy spending time alone with Him. Then, you are never really alone, and you are in a state of joy and peace, when you find yourself with no one else.

This brings us to the next step toward healing loneliness; find healthy activities that you can do alone.

No, drinking in the bathtub alone is not one of them.

Reading, writing, art, and working out are some good foundational options. Learn to go out to eat alone. Learn to do other activities alone, such as going to classes, or museums, or travel or sporting events. Some sports activities can be done alone, and then transitioned into group activities when available, like bowling or pool or basketball.

If you start with being alone, and are fine with being alone, then you are not so needy when you are in groups. You are content to be alone. There’s power and safety in this. Do you realize how many people stay in toxic relationships, friendships and activities simply because they cannot walk away? They fear being alone. But, you are learning to be alone, and love it.

But, even God says that “It’s not good for man to be alone.”  It’s good to have other people in our lives for our overall health.

That brings us to finding healthy activities with others. Why activities? Because, virtually every relationship begins with meeting people in some kind of activity. School, work, church and even bars or parties.

So, find some healthy activity and join. Such as, church, book clubs, sports, dining out, classes, or getting together with family and friends. You could start practicing hospitality. Invite people to your home and cook a meal or have a party. Go visit people. Ask them to go places. Remember, the phone lines go both ways. You cannot sit at home, and expect people to just call and come by. You have to reach out also. Besides, they might be lonely and just sitting there waiting for someone to reach out to them. Go camping, hiking, game night or movie night.

From these activities, you will find close friends and maybe even the one you love and will spend your life with. God will bring someone into your life. But, He’s not going to bring them to your door, unless you marry an Amazon driver.

Our being healed from loneliness starts with God. Spend time with Him, praying for help and being content to just be there with Him.

Then, find activities you can enjoy alone, and can transition into group activities. Because ultimately we would like to spend time with others in order to solve our loneliness issue. Remember to reach out, but don’t be needy.

These things will help with your loneliness but real healing must also include the next generation. Teach your children or grand children to be alone with God.

Now, I’m not telling you to lock them in a dark closet with a headless Barbie.

I’m just saying that they do not always need an organized activity or to be entertained. They do not always need to be socialized. Allowing them to be alone with quiet activities can help them develop imagination, creativity, and the ability to stand alone when needed.

Kids, who can be alone, do not need to follow the herd. They can resist peer pressure, because they have no need to impress others. They can be individuals, without feeling the need to fit in.

They can grow into healthy adults who make choices based upon what’s good and right, instead of what the herd says. They have developed the ability to spend time alone with God, and to entertain themselves. They can avoid many of the pitfalls of life that can come from feeling the need to seek approval from others, or to feel that connection from unhealthy sources.

You must understand that this takes time. But, you are alone anyway, and have nothing but time. Right?  I can promise you that by following some of the suggestions here, you will find relief to your loneliness.

And ultimately, like me, God will work to bring someone into your life to fill that void that exists. He will not leave you hanging.

This time alone can be for our good, or it can drag on and on as we make matters worse. Choose to get on the right track. It will be a journey that will bless you and change your life. And you will never be alone again.


Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.

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Respect For Liberty

Rispetto Poem by Chris Bunton

Liberty is a woman, hard to be held.

To the fearful, timid man, her flesh seems cold.

It’s hard for them to live, where no rules are spelled.

Her body yearns, for the just, faithful and bold.

Killing her, they betray family and friends.

Marching shamefully with today’s fleeting trends.

Oh Liberty! Liberty! Where have you gone?

Patriots respect liberty with swords drawn.


Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.

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To My Girls

Destroyed Family Poem by Chris Bunton

Where have you been, little ones?
Stolen away so long ago.

An aching heart and lonely life for an evil man today,
searching the horizon and begging God for signs of your return.

Will they ever come?
Should I go to them?
What will our future be?
What did you do today?
Did you think of me as I thought of you?

When I look at the sad moon before I sleep and wonder.
Do you see the same sights I see?
Are you OK?

The questions and sadness flows and never ends. Why?
For many years I’ve blamed God.
Are you angry at Him?
I hope not. He’s not the one who should be blamed, but I.

Sundays are the worst ones for me to bear. Even today, years after you were taken
from me, I cry.

I’m crying now.

Sunday family fun day no more. Just me.

I miss my girls and care about you. It’s OK if you don’t care about me.
I ask for nothing but your smiles and a hug, that would last an eternity.

You haven’t seen or heard from me, I feared the trouble it would cause.
But, in your day, if you think of me, know that I think of you and cry to be near.
Just a hug and a tear, together. With a laugh and forgiveness to spare, healing the
past for us, today.

How are you doing?
Where have you been?
What tears have you cried without me to,
make them go away?

If you need me.
If you need me to come.
If you need me to help.
If you need me to pray.
If you need me to just go away.

It’s ok. I am here.

I Love You.

Daddy

(Because of a corrupt family court system, my children were stolen in a divorce case. I wrote this years after still trying to get things fixed. Support Father’s Rights and Changing the Family Court system)


Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.

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The Ring

Creative Writing by Chris Bunton

During the course of my life; I have lost everything I own five different times. So, finding something that is irreplaceable is somewhat difficult for me. 

Everything, can either be replaced, or forgotten about.  The moment I start to consider escaping and living a life of freedom, those irreplaceable things pop up into my mind as a chain that holds me down. They are just one more thing that I think I cannot live without.  Even though in my mind; I know I can and have in the past. Time moves on and we forget for a while.
        

I was asked if there was anything that I might consider irreplaceable. And to be honest, I really needed to wrack my brain for something that is irreplaceable to me; even though, I don’t believe such a thing exists. Is it sad to have grown away from such objects; making them less important to me?  At least I think they are less important.  Society seems to think that we need to have these things. Maybe I’m fooling myself? Maybe I just seek to escape from them? Would time change my mind?
         

I went into my closet and pulled out a wooden box.  It’s a special box that is “Irreplaceable” and is full of other, so called “Irreplaceable” things. Things that have managed to somehow attach themselves to me. They are things given to me by others, and often held in storage by them during turbulent times in my life; because they just knew that I would want them some day.  They love me.
         

I move around some things in the box. Such as my father’s medals from Vietnam long ago, and several watches and necklaces that have been bought for me over the years.  You know the stuff.  Those pieces of jewelry they buy you for birthdays or Christmas, and you hold it up and smile.  You say thank you and talk about it’s beauty, but then it goes in a box never to be worn.   Now, after years and years, the chains are all terribly wrapped together and ruined; just another, pile of “Irreplaceable” things.  Stuff that someone else will discover one day after I am dead and ask.  “Why did he keep this junk?”. Time eats away at life, and we lose track.
         

Underneath it all, I find it.  The Ring.  My father’s ring.  The one he always wore.  The one my mother gave me when he died from a long battle with cancer. It is important to me, like his medals. It would hurt me to lose it.
         

I pull the ring from the box and try to put it on the finger of my right hand.  It won’t fit.  I must be bigger than my dad was.  So, I pull it off and try it on my left hand, it fits.  I take the ring into my computer room and sit down to write.  I’m wearing it now as I write this. I’m kind of looking at it.
         

It was purchased by my father in Bangkok, Thailand. He was on leave during his tour in Vietnam in the early 70’s. I don’t know why he bought it. But, he wore it all the time.
         

The ring is gold colored. I’m not sure if it’s real gold, but it could be. It has a diamond in it or it might be a cubic zirconium, I’m not sure which. It’s kind of big. But, since it was bought in another country, diamonds could be cheaper there.
         

The ring feels weird on my hand because I never wear jewelry, so I’m not used to it. It has a weight to it. I look down and my hand looks like my dad’s hand. Not my hand. The ring and the lines and wrinkles of my hand bear a painful resemblance to his.
         

I have many childhood memories of looking at his hands with that ring on them. That’s what makes this thing irreplaceable. Those memories and the value derived from them. It’s a form of self torture that brings joy. Looking at these things that make you cry, but feeling happy that you did look at them again. These things that bridge time in our lives.
         

I’ve started wearing the ring on occasion; glad to have his memory, and something I feel is irreplaceable. It’s something to connect me to him; something that is a part of my heritage. I guess I was trying to escape the memories of him and his loss. Perhaps, I was also trying to avoid any attachments to something that can be stripped from me again. But, memories cannot be stripped as easily. They are a treasure or a curse; depending on where you are in your life. Explore those painful past memories, and grow from them, as I have   

I wore that ring, and my grand father’s tie-bar on the day I married my wife. It brought them over time through memory and material objects to be with us that sunny day.

A day we said “I do” for a lifetime, in a forest glade.


Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.

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The Real Tragedy

Social Reform By Chris Bunton


The real tragedy is that We the People of the United States, of all races and beliefs do not trust our media or our leaders.

Our media is divided, and divides us. None of them tell us the complete truth, or don’t tell us anything unless it has lies twisted in.

Our leaders of government, and every industry and institution, enrich themselves and betray us when they get the chance.

They feed us poison and fire us at the drop of a hat. They fill our heads with lies and worthless information that does nothing for us. They send us to die in senseless wars. They shoot us in the streets over nothing. They steal money from our checks and businesses then waste it or send it over seas, while we scrape to get by. Imagine what this country would be like if we had even a third of the money we send to other countries where the leaders horde it and refuse to help their people.

We cannot get anything done to solve the problems Americans face, and when we shout or rise up, or push to get change. Those leaders blow it up in our faces and refuse to listen. They refuse to take blame and make valuable changes.

Instead they make changes that keep us divided in hate, and making themselves richer.

They blame us for the problems while keeping the solutions under lock and key, until we obey their wishes.

We do not trust our media, or our leaders, and we have grown to not trust each other.

We have a great heritage of people rising up from suffering and oppression to freedom. We have awesome power. But, it all has been corrupted by those in positions they do not deserve.

This isn’t about race, or right or left. This is about what we all have faced. This is about what they have done to us. It’s about working us to death and keeping us down. It’s about leading us along with scraps, while they feast like kings. It’s about being tired of decades of struggle. It’s about seeing what they have done to us and being powerless to fix it.

We want leaders and media who can be trusted. Who solve problems without creating more, and without hurting others.

It can be done. We are smart people. We can figure out how to live together in peace and thrive and grow to greatness without tossing each other under the bus.

We have to. Or it’s going to get worse and we will never recover.


Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.

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Scary Things

That scary thing won’t happen.
Reject it; stand against it.
Get in its face, like a boss.
Break its nose; then laugh at its blood.

Has the worst thing come to pass?
How many times in your life?
That anxiety demon;
kills us a thousand times, before death.

I will pray about it now.
I will believe I am safe.
I will trust that I am free
I will give love, and love some more.

I will shut that door of fear.

I will be attacked no more.

I will be free of the chains.

I will be happy today.

—–

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.

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(photograph of a shallow cave in the Shawnee Forest of Southern Illinois.)

Rocking Chair

Poem by Chris Bunton

I sit in my rockin chair
and think of things far and near.

Things like the weather,
and whether I want soup or salad for dinner.

I listen to the birds sing,
and think things, that make me dream.

I watch butterflies float,
And hear the bullfrog gloat.

Creak Creak
Creak Creak
says the squeak, of that old chair on the floor.

Regrets, hopes and prayers fly,
and not a day goes by, that you’re not on my mind.

Creak Creak
Creak Creak
Over and over again, over there, bye and bye

I got so much I need to do.
But… what do I really want to do?

The joy of that rockin chair;
Now where’s my friend to meet me there?


Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.

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