Just Go

Just go! Get away from this place that makes you sick and maybe you’ll find yourself. Travel to where you want to go, it’s there waiting for you. Your life is but a vapor and drifts away, while you slave for another.

Just go! Seek God, Seek Spirit, Seek the touch of the Divine, and find healing in the going and escaping. Seek inspiration and love in the place you desire to be. Don’t spend another day in misery. Live your life for something greater.

Just go! Get away! No one lies on their death bed wanting another day to slave away. Enjoy the things God has given you. The good things of life. Go help others and bring health to yourself.

Just go! Travel somewhere close. Then, go further and go more, and grow as the days go by. Seek those things you love and become more than you were, and more than you ever could be.

Just go.

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois

Photo by the writer, Lake Geneva, Wisconsin.

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Self-Improvement vs. Life Improvement

By Chris Bunton

I have read tons of self help books and articles over the years. I have watched videos and listened to books on tape from all the biggest names in every self-help category.

I have taken the good and tossed the bad. I have practiced it all. And I believe I have improved myself through it all.

But, I have always taken issue with the term self improvement. It has not sat well with my spirit. Because I feel as though I am excluding God.

The question becomes, did I really improve myself or did He improve me? Did I decide to make life changes or did God motivate me? I have my own answer for this. I think God is behind it.

Anytime we seek spiritual change or seek God, it is Him calling us to Himself. We are too wrapped up in the day to day life of living in this fallen world. We are full of trouble in our fallen minds and lives, so we do not seek God, without His prompting. And He always calls us, we just don’t always hear.

But, in relation to Self-Help or Self-Improvement. I have decided to use the term Life Improvement for the process I am involved in.

Why?

Because it is a proper complete term. The things that I am doing are improving my whole life. My body, mind, soul, and spirit. It helps my finances. My relationships. My everything.

BUT!

I am also working to improve the lives of other people. It’s not just myself. I actively try to be a light for others. I seek to be someone who actively works to help improve the lives of other people and society as a whole.

I also seek to improve life in general. The life of our world, the life around me, the environment. The lives of plants and animals. The ecosystem. The planet. I seek to tend and keep the Garden of God’s Creation.

This is life improvement. It is more than self. It is about life in all its wholeness. It is about the creation. It is about the spirit and this gift we enjoy. It’s about our relationship with God.

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois.

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Bless Everyone

Bless Everyone,
especially those who don’t deserve it.

Pray for them;
bring light into their darkness

Love their soul;
that little girl or boy who lives inside them.

Give them hope;
in this fallen land.

The good we do,
comes back to us through God.

It builds a world;
that is worth living in for everyone.

Bless, and do not curse;
in word and deed. Help those in need.

Give freedom,
to the slave trapped in chains

Let love fill your heart;
Let the Spirit work in you.

Be with God,
so He can bless others through you.

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Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois

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This World

A Diminished Hexaverse Poem by Chris Bunton


This world screams at you.
“Your birth insults me,
and I will break you.
Feel time slip away,
And your loves destroyed.”

“I never stop.
Relentless Time.
Hounding your mind.
Slaving to eat.”

“Crushing you.
Twisting you.
Molding you.”

“Until
You Are.”

“Dead”

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois.

This is a Diminished Hexaverse poem

Photograph of a swamp at Rend Lake in Southern Illinois

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Remember When

Remember when we acted so sly,
Going to lunch and getting high?
Remember when we camped and drank all night;
all of us glowing in the fires light?

Remember the girls we used to date,
How they never used to make us wait?
Remember the time we all skipped school?
Always together, forever, free and cool.

Remember how we all dressed the same,
And thought those over 20 were lame?
Remember that awesome party we had,
And you got busted by your mom and dad?

Remember when you went away?
I have not seen you since that day.

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois.

Photo by the poet, a small town at sunrise.

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The Cave of Spiders

Nature Poetry by Chris Bunton

At The Mouth Of The Cave Of Spiders I Sit,
Focusing On The Green Forest Before Me.
The 8 Legged Symphony Strumming Their Webs,
In Time, With The Flitting Birds, Chirping,
An Ancient Holy Tune.

Forever, I sit, comfortable and free.
Looking At The Changing Forest Before Me.
The Rains Came And Went, The Blazing Sun And,
Whipping Wind, Freezing Snows, Over And Over, Again.
Saplings Grew To Mighty Oaks, Then Crashing Down,
They Rotted Away.

The Same Song Was Sung, By Every Existing Thing,
Over And Over, Through History Past,
To Eternity, The Creation Sang.

Praise To The Ancient One.

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois.

Photo by the poet, An old Salt Mine near Valdmeyer, Illinois on the Mississippi River.

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Your Own Thing

Some discover it;
some never do.
 
Everyone has it;
yes, even you.

Born with something;
something to do.
 
Sometimes you know it,
or work it through.

Sometimes you die,
or live a lie.
 
If we all do our thing,
how great that would be.

God will guide us,
if we ask Him too.
 
He will give us a place;
to do what we do.

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois.

Photograph by the poet, It’s a giant blue rooster on the roof of the National Gallery of Art in Washington D.C.

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The Lake

A Summer Place

The Lake;
sparkling vast
like a river of crystal
through a green golden dream.

The air is warm,
and the breeze is cool.
The music plays,
and the kids run.

The birds;
those lovely birds
our friends, singing
sweet to the beat
of Life.

Zoom to the lake,
perfectly warm, but
cool enough.
Dragonflies swoop,
where the fish jump.

It’s hard to stand;
in the wake of the boats.
Waves pounding the shore,
Slap, Slap, in rhythmic
slapping just to slap some more.

Laughter in the air
The sun lowers down,
while the shadows are long,
till it drops gone,
and the skeeters sing.

Slap, slap, slap
the lake still breathes.
Frogs gloat, crickets call
and the booze hound shouts.
 
It’s time for him to sleep.

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“  a collection of dystopian short stories.“The Future is Coming” and his latest book “The Latter Days‘ is a book on Bible Prophecy and avoiding the deceptions to come.

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Photograph by the poet, Kentucky Lake, Kentucky.

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Why Do We Hate Work?

A Poem by Chris Bunton

I would say that the vast majority of us do not hate work. We were created for a purpose.

We hate having a job, working ourselves to death for people who don’t care about us, and for nothing other than money.

We hate not fulfilling our purpose. We hate getting up every morning to go do things we know doesn’t benefit us ultimately.

We hate knowing that stress and depression is killing us and our families, but we gotta earn that almighty Dollar.

We hate wondering every day, why we are here, and what our life is good for.

We hate seeing ourselves becoming angry, bitter and resentful.

We hate the greedy bastards who seem to rule our lives, and act like they know what’s best for us.

We hate being afraid that if we make one mistake we and our kids, will be homeless, hungry, and helpless to fix it.

We hate having to beg for pennies, from people who make millions.

We hate making choices between our kids, our health, our soul, and making a boss rich, while we scrape to get by.

We hate being called lazy for not wanting to be your slave any more.

We hate not being able to succeed, in our own lives.

We hate not being able to fulfill our hopes, dreams, and purpose, because we waste our lives on your hopes, dreams, and purpose.

We wanna stand up!
We want our needs met!
We want to pursue our purpose, without regret!
We want meaning from it all!
We want respect!
We want dignity!
We want control of our lives!
We want equality!
We want to be free!

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois.

Photograph taken by the poet, of the bridge crossing the Mississippi River, at Chester, Illinois.

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Entitled to Love

By Chris Bunton

They tell us;
“You are not entitled to anything.”

But, somehow we feel that’s wrong.

The birds have food,
the beasts have water;
and they can find a mate.



They tell us;
“The world is harsh,
it hands you nothing.”

But, humans seem to make it worse.

Your rules, and laws and boundaries of the mind;
enslave us to earn a dollar,
while you stand and jeer and watch.

They tell us;
“You are only entitled to death and damnation.”

But, God calls me friend;
He sought me and He bought me, and He gave me a hope.

 We are all in this same boat;
sinking into the deepness of death;
and yet, you think you are better.

They say;
“You are entitled to nothing.”

But, we are entitled to love,
and love is what we owe.

If we loved each other;
despite our unloving ways,
the hard edges would smooth to silk.

We love money,
more than each other;
in this place that is dark.
In this world they created;
by our enslaved hands,
through our blood, and our tears and our broken backs.

So, maybe all of it is ours.
Maybe we will let you keep a little.
And then watch you beg for some love;
while we drink booze on a beach,
in the glorious sun,
just like you did to us.

Will that day come?

Is revenge the answer?

Maybe then you will feel entitled to love?

We are no better,
so maybe never.

Maybe we do deserve death,
since we choose not to love.

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, Poet and Blogger from Southern Illinois.

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