Night Breeze

Spooky Poem by Chris Bunton

Cool night breeze.
Frogs chirping,
sounds no one sees.
Crickets strumming.
A dog warning.

That long train,
whistle far away.
Is it gonna rain?
Shadows sway
Phantoms play.

Mosquitoes hide,
from the wind,
Waiting to feed.
Long ago thoughts,
invade the mind.

The Banshee calls.
Did someone die,
down the hall?
Mystery lurks outside
behind the pines.

The light goes out.
The powers gone.
The neighbor’s shout
“What is going on?”
The storm looms strong.


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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There is a Feeling

Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton

There is a feeling.
I don’t know what it is.
It’s on the outside of me
A feeling of joy and peace
I cannot seem to place.

It’s like a memory 
Of a distant time
But oh so near
I can sometimes feel
It’s fleeting warmth.

It’s like another life
A place I long to be
Perhaps it’s my dream life
The life I see in the night
As I drift in sleep.

Maybe it’s the real life
The life I could have had
If I hadn’t ruined my own
With fear, booze, and rage.
Maybe it’s that life.

It could be the smell
Of what heavens going to be
A paradise designed for me
A perfect place of joy
Where I ever shall be.

Maybe it’s a parallel world
Where there’s a thousand
Versions of me.
And one of them actually
Got it right.

Maybe it’s a past life,
As some would have us believe.
I’m not sure about that,
But, God can do whatever
He pleases.

I just know that it comes.
This feeling of a better place.
A better time somewhere else.


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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Consumed

Health Poetry By Chris Bunton


I remember in poverty,
eating ramen noodles,
daily.

Beans and Weenies.
Meatless sauce
spaghetti.

Rice, Rice, Rice,
without any real
spice.

Bologna Sandwiches.
Hamburger Helper
mixes.

Fried Spam,
and all kinds of meat,
canned.

Hot Dogs on a stick,
burnt to a
crisp.

Catfish from the creek,
yellow belly
meat.

Milwaukee’s Best.
Another broken
promise.

The cheapest smokes.
Always gotta have
those.

Colon cancer, Rectal cancer,
lungs and
brain.

A hole too deep,
at least six
feet.

Same old hole,
no matter where you
grow.


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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Sub-Division

By Chris Bunton

I sit on a hill overlooking an old strip cut lake, and I puke.

I am sick at the sight of houses filling the ground of what used to be forest.

I am sick at the thought of a wood torn down; to make way for men of means.

I am sick of seeing acres bulldozed to please people who have no soul.

Why leave town,
just to come down,
to the woods, and
Bulldoze a place,
to create,
another stinking town?
Just another town,
with more rules to flee?

I ran that wood as a child.
I knew every tree by name.
The birds sang and the wind spoke,
where the campfire roared.

The imagination soared,
and the spirit knew life,
in that sea of trees, no more.

Dead from this hill top.
That place where nature thrived,
animals lived,
and spirits whispered into the mind.

The deep woods of longing,
where cavemen and dragons roamed,
and bad boys hid.

A home to memory, and love;
to promises lost, and dreams now dead. That flickering forest,
gone for now.

Until things change,
and there appears that longed for world,
with the children of God restored.


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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All The Trees

Nature Poem by Chris Bunton

(An English Quintain)

All the trees I knew are gone.
Removed by fear and greed.
No longer to sing a song,
As wind blows through their leaves.
Never again to drop a seed.

The trees of our childhood delight
Where I carved her name, like we’d never part.
Where we camped under at night,
or cried with a broken heart.
Where plans were made for a new start.

The old tree house broke into bits.
The tree where you fell and split your head.
Where long gone grandpa cut a switch,
Under which we gathered, and she said,
“I Do”. And followed where ever he led.


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 Hawk

A Freedom Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton

I was at work, walking outside when I heard a hawk call.

His beautiful cry, in the crisp fall air, instantly brought me back to the forest I miss.

Just sitting in the woods spending time with God; watching His creation work around me, as I become one with Him and It.

The smell of wood smoke from long ago, rising up as I rise with it to be free.

The feel of layers of rough cloth on my flesh, protecting me from the chill, pleasing in its warmth.

The crunch of leaves under me, as I shift my position.

That cycle of life around me, growing for a season, then falling to the ground to feed, protect, and warm the Earth again.

And there’s that hawk in the highest peak of the tree in the distance, crying and flying into the air to be free.

He cares for nothing but what he is doing in that moment.

He knows what he is, and who he is, and that he will be fine.

He does exactly what God created him to do, and he feels no shame.

He is free.

And I return to my head, praising God and longing to be among my friends the trees and to be free also.

To love, to praise God and to live in peace with everything.


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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Trust

Political Truth by Chris Bunton

  One of the first things that needs to be done, is for “leaders” to prove that the masses can trust them. We currently do not, and for good reason. Any effort to effect change in our world will fail without the masses of people supporting it in some way.  But, when we get told that we should stop living in a manner that is irresponsible while seeing our leaders, living high on the hog, it’s just another example of why we cannot trust them.            

Our leaders support the major industries and corporations of the world, who are the ones doing the raping of our world. They create the poisons and machines that have done all the destruction, then tell us they have the solution. They take money from our checks, keeping us in poverty, and then give it to their friends in high places. They pass laws that ruin our lives, while giving their friends loopholes.            

We see “important” people breaking laws, and doing things that would get the regular guy a visit from the FBI. We see those same people getting light sentences for crimes that would put Joe Blow away for a decade.            

We see leaders constantly working to pass laws that would chip away at the Constitution piece by piece. They make promises to us to get elected, and then never follow through. They are just a different suit on the stage pushing the same agenda, while the media lies to us over and over again.            

How can we trust people who we all suspect might put us in concentration camps one day? And don’t act like you don’t think it. I don’t care what side of the fence you are on.            

So, when they come out with a “Deal” to save the world, why should we trust them? When they call us names and treat us like we are stupid, why should we support them? When they say the science is settled, but their college buddy still poisons the world from his factory, why should we trust them?            

Our leaders in all walks of life need to start being more honest, open, trustworthy, and fair. They need to stop pushing secret agendas, and being corrupt. They need to stop making themselves rich, while we are poor. They need to stop voting for their own pay increases while we live hand to mouth. They need to stop being millionaires while the vast majority of us cannot afford to lose a single paycheck. They got rich while they were in office, and we should trust them?
    

The masses need leaders who are real with us. We need leaders who are really for us. Leaders we can trust to not pass laws that steal our freedom and our hopes. Maybe then we can trust them enough to believe them. Maybe then we can change things.     


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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Release

Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton

I was in the arctic.
Those frozen forests of Alaska.
North of Fairbanks,
in the wild Yukon.

It was night,
and the moon shown,
on the white, bright snow.
Everything had a light, blue glow.

It was cold,
minus 60 degrees,
and I prayed to God,
for a sign to go.

I needed a change.
A new life, away.
And a way to go.
A way to escape,
that life I was in.

I no longer cared.
I no longer tried.
I no longer lived.
It no longer mattered.

Then, something drew my gaze.
I cannot say what.
There was nothing there.
But, I knew it would appear.

And before it came,
I was excited to see it.

Ready for whatever was
coming; ready for it to be.

And there it was!
An Arctic Fox appeared
on a small mound before me.
And he watched me, as I watched him.

And I knew in that instant that I was free.
Free to go. Free to flow.
Free to die. Free to flee.

It was ok. God was with me.


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 by the poet a frozen Alaskan road at sun rise, north of Fairbanks in 1991

Telephone and Address Required

Conspiracy Theories by Chris Bunton

This is going to sound crazy, but I want to be truthful and straight about it. I really hate when government or business organizations require that I provide a street address and/or a phone number. This has been a recurring theme in my life for years and I’m honestly tired of it.

I don’t want these people calling me or visiting me. Period. The fact that they demand or require that I provide this information before receiving the services attached to it, is basically treating me as though I am guilty of some crime before I do anything. They are assuming they will need to come get me. We seriously need to stop punishing or restricting innocent people for crimes that a few people commit. Punish the guilty not the innocent.

Why else would a government agency, such as the DMV require my street address? I provide a P.O. Box, so they can mail me things if needed. But, that’s not good enough. I must give an actual address. I assume it’s so that they can come get me for some future crime, which I might possibly commit. Neither the government nor a private company has any reason to know where I physically dwell. There are no debtors prisons, where they will come get me and take me to if I don’t pay my bank fees. But, they demand it. I provide them with the info needed to collect any debt. They do not need more.

I realize that if there’s an accident or if you’re dead the address can be used to notify relatives. But, what if you don’t want your relatives to know you’re dead? It should be voluntary to announce your private residence, not required.

I asked the DMV what would happen if I was homeless. Are homeless people not able to have a driver’s license or vehicle license? After the lady at the counter went into a back room for a bit, a man came out and informed me that I would have to provide an address for a church, or homeless shelter or some other place. So, I said, “but then I would have to come back and change my address if I moved, and then change it again if I moved again, sort of like a registered sex offender, right”  And that’s basically what it does. It makes us register like a sex offender.

It’s illegal to not change your address on your license every time you move. But, honestly why do they need to know where you live? My address is not proof of identity. Can I get a license with a water bill only? No. But, your bills are proof of where you live. It’s so they can come get you, or tell your people you’re dead or hurt. That is the only real reason I can come up with. Do you realize that if your friends, family or neighbors think there’s something wrong they can have the cops check on you? And apparently this wellness check even bypasses the Constitutional requirement to have a warrant. Yeah.. I know it for a fact. Maybe I will write about that someday.

What if I decided to have a nomadic life style? I would be required to have an address in order to have a license, so how could I exercise my freedom to travel or move around, unless I walk everywhere. Course, if you walk everywhere you will eventually be stopped and asked for ID, which might require an address. I do not mind providing mailing info, or such things needed to do business, but I hate providing my exact location. It’s none of their business where I live. I’m not guilty of anything, and they should not assume I will be guilty in the future.

“If you have nothing to hide, then you have nothing to fear”—Goebbels.

(I think all the people who have been wrongly convicted and sent to prison would disagree.)

If I register for things online, they often require a telephone number for their free service. Well, it’s not actually free if you are requiring me to pay for a phone, now is it?
This is why Obama decided to give out free phones. It is becoming virtually impossible to do business or get jobs without a phone. And how do you pay for a phone, without a job?

And that brings me to the conspiracy theory. Why do they want or need my phone number? So, they can track us. We all know they are doing it. They= Business and Government.

We sit around and talk about Dog food, and low and behold, we see ads for Dog food on Facebook. Who knows what else these people are doing. They have already proven the sort of stuff they are capable of.

As a conspiracy theorist and a watchman, I know where all this technology is heading. It is ultimately heading to the fulfillment of Bible prophecy with the Mark of the Beast, where all buying and selling is controlled. (Rev. 13:1-18)   You will not be able to purchase anything from anyone without having this Mark. That is where this technology is headed. Total control.

Imagine that you are standing in line at the store, and the cashier says, “I’m sorry Miss, but you cannot purchase any food this week. Your funds have been shut down because you made a politically incorrect statement in a phone conversation last week.” (And yes, this sort of Social Credit system is already going in China.) Or they might say “You purchased a bag of rice two weeks ago. You have 3 people in your family, and based upon serving sizes, it is impossible for you to have used up the bag of rice yet. So, you cannot purchase another one until a week from now.” Total control. And that does not even include the loss of our souls..

I pay for things with a check or cash normally, because I’m not a fan of cards. So, I go to Wal-mart and buy my groceries with a check. Normally, there’s no problem, but on occasion they will “randomly” ask for my phone number, which is not on my checks. One time I refused to give it. I said I have no phone. They literally had to shut down the line until a manager came and figured it all out. The computer would not work until a phone number was put into the system. Why? Doesn’t the check reader see that I have the funds available?  Why does Wal-mart require that I have a phone? Can I not purchase food without one? I provided a Drivers License number, which is good enough in most places.

Facebook wants my phone number. My email accounts are all going to want my phone number. I found one that doesn’t and I love it, but how long will that last? I have an email account that is locked because I refuse to provide a number. Why do you need it? Are you going to harass me with every email? Are you going to ask me out to the prom? What if I legitimately do not have a phone, or the money to pay for one? Do I have to lie? Do I have to give someone else’s phone number? Is it really that important?

Some will say, “But here you are online having obviously given out tons of info.”

Yes…my hypocrisy knows no bounds.

Well anyway, my life is moving into a more electronic state whether I like it or not. Yes, I could go be Grizzly Adams, and would love it. But, currently that is not an option if I want to function in society as a normal person. So, they are forcing me to provide the info as I get more connected. The thing that makes me feel better is the fact that if they do not have my physical body, then they really do not have me. But, perhaps that is why they will eventually force you to have a mark or a chip implant?

There will be no escape.


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 by the writer This is his old flip phone. He had to use a rubber band to keep the charger in place.

The Wall

Political Poetry By Chris Bunton

I walked past the wall, my head held low.
My father made it home; no one’s there I know.

But I saw him there, a man that could be a friend;
another son, looking for someone, to bring an end.

I began to feel the tears welling; my heart broken.
They rose and began to flow, but I kept walkin.

I wanted to stop, as he frantically scanned the names,
searching for the one, lost long ago, among his friends.

It flashed in my mind, millions of families, through ages gone,
scanning papers, names and every knock on doors done.

Where is my son? Where is my friend? Where is my love?
Never seen again; just gone, to the place above.

I wanted to put a hand on his shoulder, and be near.
To help him look, for the one held dear.

But, I kept walkin, and prayin, and weepin, for him, and for us,
to be together again, in a perfect land, that is just.

(From the Poetry eBook “Against the Man” by Chris Bunton)


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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