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Empty Shells

Spiritual Poetry By Chris Bunton

The sea waves,
washing empty shells clean.

Laid in the sand,
just where each should be.

The being,
gone from inside the shell,
leaving colorful beauty behind.

In life’s waves,
we are born and we grow,
only to die and be lain to rest.

Our soul is gone,
from this now worthless shell,
leaving behind only memories.

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Let’s talk about some conspiracy and spiritual truth for a moment. Because you must understand that there is only ONE conspiracy. And that’s the spiritual battle behind the scenes, that we all can see parts of, and have a feeling about, but cannot completely prove.

The people who rule this world are controlled by spiritual forces, whether they know it or not. So, let me show you some verses from the scriptures that speak of the true nature of our world behind the veil.

Let’s start with this one.

“Which none of the princes of this world knew: for had they known it, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory.”— 1 Cor. 2:8

This verse in 1 Corinthians is very interesting and says a lot more than what it appears.

If you recall the story of Jesus’s crucifixion in the Gospels. You have to ask the question. “What princes?”

The story tells of Pilate who is an administrator not a prince. He might be of aristocratic bloodlines, but he is not a prince.

King Herod is not a prince. He also did not actively put Christ to death.

The religious leaders are not princes, although they are called the children of the devil, which could make them princes, possibly.

So, who is the verse talking about?

I believe it’s talking about Satan and his fallen angels who rule this world with him.

In second Corinthians…… Satan is described as “the god of this world”

“In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.”–2 Cor. 4:4

In Ephesians it speaks of him ruling again

“Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience:”— Eph 2:2

He is the ruler of this world and has been from when he stole dominion from Adam in the Fall.– Genesis chapter 3.

God gave Adam dominion, and when Adam chose to obey Satan instead of God. He handed that dominion over to the enemy.

That is why there’s so much evil in the world. Satan has authority and is building his kingdom for his messiah, the Anti-Christ to come.

So, how do I know this?

Well, we have this verse in Ephesians, that seems to be referring to demonic forces that rule the world, and do so through their human slaves.

“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places”— Eph 6:12.

Also, in the book of Daniel, Chapter 10. Daniel is praying but the prayer is delayed because of demonic activity.

The passage speaks of the Prince of Persia, and the Prince of Grecia, who hinder the prayer.

It seems that these are demonic leaders who rule over these areas and people groups.

These verses seem to imply a global demonic network that rules everything.

This is what Christ came to set us free from. Our Sin and the Dominion of the Enemy.

When you look at history you can plainly see the workings of the enemy as he uses humans to conquer and set up systems of control.

You can see how he keeps people enslaved and in poverty. Deceiving the masses and building the structures that will allow his messiah, to have the power to rule.

Satan desires to be worshiped as the most high God, and works to dethrone God everywhere he can.

Watch what is happening in the world today, and filter it through the idea of these control structures, and let the Holy Spirit open your eyes to what is really going on.

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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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To Tears

Quatrain Love Poem by Chris Bunton

I brought her to tears.
It’s not what I want to do.
I feel that I broke her,
And I’m broken too.

How do we get us back;
To find ourselves again?
There’s an awkward thing now;
A shame that’s insane.

The makeup was hot and dirty,
a grudge and a love.
Can we go back,
And fit like a glove?

I’m sorry for that.
Thrown stones can’t return.
It’s part of our trip;
To live and to learn.

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“

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Conspiracy Theorist

Rebel Poetry by Chris Bunton

I am a Conspiracy Theorist.
I can’t help it.
Maybe it’s genetic.
Maybe I learned it;
when those I trusted lied.
When those who should know,
didn’t.
When they just told me,
what they were told,
to tell me.
When they say, “Because I said so.”

Maybe I’m a rebel.
Maybe you are too.
I see things, that don’t add up.
I hear things, that don’t match.
I have a funny feeling, something’s wrong.
My Spidey Sense is a tingling.

Everything seems to be moving,
in a controlled direction.
Someone must know more.
Someone must be in control.
It always goes a certain way.
Can you guess why?

Politicians lie, preachers lie,
doctors lie, scientists lie,
teachers lie, media lies,
Oh why oh why, do they lie?
It makes me wonder.

What came first? The lie?
or conspiracy theory?
Who has more reason to lie,
in this age of Great Deception?
Can anything be trusted?

I trust God. He has always brought me through.

(From my recently released poetry book “Against The Man“)

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“

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I Want You

Love Poem by Chris Bunton

I want you in my life;
more than anyone else.

I want to hold you;
till Earth fades away.

I want your kiss;
till we can’t breathe.

I want you;
while we live.

Just you;
till death.

You;
me.

Free.

On The Beach

Poetry By Chris Bunton

Sitting on the beach,

watching the awesomeness of God.

Waves crashing

Wind blowing

Sun warming the white sands

and my toes below.

Peaceful

Joyful

Happy, happy, happy

Till she shows up,

blasting music.

She wants to invade,

my world.

Maybe I’ll toss her tunes into the sea.

Maybe I missed the point.

Maybe I don’t care.

It’s the beach, after all.

I Die Daily

Spiritual Truth By Chris Bunton

There’s a verse in the Scriptures which says, “I die daily”. (1 Cor. 15:31)

It is a small quote, within the context of a larger concept, but it’s a powerful tool for life improvement and spiritual growth.

We often wake up in the middle of the night, or in the morning, full of anxiety. Our mind races after problems, troubles, worries, plans, goals, mistakes, and depression.

But, if every morning we make the simple act of “dying” a reality, then none of these things matter.

Let me explain. This is not real death, although, in a way it is. When we say ” I die to self today.” And we believe it and accept it, a transformation occurs in our mind.

When we announce to ourself. “I die to self today. I am going to live for God and others.” Our focus moves from ourself to God and others.

We then live that day focused on serving God and others.

How can you serve God and others?

You serve God by being a vessel for Him to do His work through, to save and help others.

Our will. Our selfishness. Our sin, prevents that.

So, where are your hurts at? What has God brought you through? Drug addiction? Health issues? Divorce? Job loss? Prison? Homelessness? Death of a loved one? Suicidal thoughts?

These things are an indication of where we can let God work through us to help others.

When we die daily, we open ourselves up to see the hurt in others. We are not looking at ourselves, but outwards.

By doing this, it also works to heal us of what we struggle with.

We are what we think about all day long.

If our thoughts are always on depression, trouble, suicide, drug use, fear, desire, loss or anything else that hurts us, then it becomes magnified, or can manifest into our lives even more.

Dying daily can get our head out of those things.

I am not saying it’s easy. But, if you make a habit of dying daily to self, and speaking positive things to yourself, it can make a huge difference in your life.

In Christian concepts, we turn to God and give ourselves to Him. By doing this we die with Jesus Christ, and are buried with Him, and rise from the dead with Him.

When we believe this, and put our faith in Christ, confessing that Jesus is the Lord, it cleanses us and we are reborn.

Think about it. When we die, nothing can hurt us. Nothing can be against us. Because we are dead.

Imagine the freedom that brings. All the pain, all the rules, and all the evil of this life does not really hurt us.

We are not of this world, and the suffering here ends in death.

Dying daily is a powerful tool for life improvement, it will transform you. Giving yourself to Christ will transform you in ways you can only hope for.

(1 Cor. 15:31)

Family

A Poem by Chris Bunton

What is family?
I’ll tell you what I think.

Family is a bunch of people,
you are tied to for life.

Whether you like it or not.
They are there, and share it.

Even if they hate you,
they bear the title and stains.

Whether it’s your child,
Or mom, or uncle, or dad.

There’s a place in your life,
where they exist and judge you.

You might be required,
to accept them, or guilted to.

You might hate them,
but there they are in name.

They might hold you back,
and keep you down in shame.

They might be a place of guilt,
pain and regret of deeds done.

An unfinished train wreck,
that floods your memory of them.

If you’re lucky your people,
are a joy to be with and love.

But for many of us,
Family is a required pain we hold.

It’s something we seek to shed,
and remove the memories that cling.

Till the next funeral comes,
and we all pretend to care.

“We need to get together!”
“We need to have a meal!”

But a week turns into years,
and no one seems to be there.

The patriarch is dead,
and soon we will be too.

Good riddance.
Don’t let the door hit you.

Till we all cross the river,
and join through that tunnel of light.

To have a grand meal,
where none of us want to fight.

Churchianity Vs. Christianity

Truth By Chris Bunton

Churchianity- Invites people to church.
Christianity- Invites people to know Christ.

Churchianity– Demands people attend services.
Christianity– Encourages people to spend time with God.

Churchianity– Gathers children for Christmas programs.
Christianity– Gathers children to go feed the homeless, visit the sick, and write letters to prisoners.

Churchianity– Destroys itself over choices of music, and colors of carpet.
Christianity– Destroys itself so others may succeed and live.

Churchianity– Sits on a mountain of cash, and only gives to those they deem worthy.
Christianity– Sits on a mountain of faith and gives to any who ask, as the Lord commanded.

Churchianity– Builds mansions to worship God in, while having members living in poverty.
Christianity– Builds simple places to gather, while helping those in need.

Churchianity– Follows the world’s business practices, worshiping Mammon.
Christianity– Follows Christ’s business practices, worshiping Him only.

Churchianity– Seeks the best people.
Christianity– Seeks anyone called by God.

Churchianity– Uses people and throws them away when they fail, and for petty reasons.
Christianity– Empowers broken people and forgives them.

Churchianity– Strives to appear to be holy.
Christianity– Is Holy by His namesake, regardless of appearances.

Churchianity– Supports the world’s masters, and rulers.
Christianity– Supports the broken.

Churchianity– Refuses to admit wrong doing, and refuses to make amends.
Christianity– Admits faults, seeks change, reconciliation and searches for those it lost.

Churchianity– Is Pastor led.
Christianity– Is Spirit led.

In case you wondered.

The Frog Ballad

Poetry by Chris Bunton

Terry the tadpole
Swam with his friends
In the vernal pool
In the spring time field.

He swam here and
He swam over there.
He swam and he swam
Like all tadpoles can.

But one day he saw
His pool was growing quite small
And that’s not all.
His tail seemed to be falling off.

What’s wrong with my world he said
The pool is dying up
In the blazing summer heat,
And I seem to be growing legs

My friends are changing too
What in the world will we do?
All the tadpoles asked the Bullfrog.
Who said “growk” in reply

Yes! Terry said. That’s what we do,
We go to the big pond across the way.
And look! We have legs for hopping now
It must be our destiny.

So as the tiny pool dried up
The frogs journeyed to big pond.
They hopped and hopped along.
Little did they know the dangers that await.

Terry led the merry crew
Through fields and forests new.
Till they came to a road hard as stone
With monsters roaring along.

“We gotta cross the road
Can’t you see the big blue pond?”
“But we’ll get smooshed” they cried
As the monsters wooshed by

“No! I’ll keep watch for you! “Terry said
“Now go while we have time.”
So the frogs took off without a whine.
They hopped and hopped across the road.

“Come on Terry! “They yelled. “It’s your turn!”
Terry hopped as a monster came.
It roared down where Terry laid.
He hopped again and dodged the whoosh
But, another came to give the smoosh.

Terry hopped like an insane game.
As the monsters roared by.
“Hop Terry hop” his friends all cried
“You can do it! You’re almost there.”

Terry was scared. But He was tough,
and swallowed his fear.
He made it through to the other side
And met his friends with a cheer.

And that’s the ballad of Terry the Frog,
When he and his friends hopped to big pond
They grew up and woke up to something new.
And their families are still there today.