Me

Truth Poetry by Chris Bunton

I have failed at everything.
Everything I try to do.

I have failed in school.
I was never well behaved.

I have failed at work.
I was never a very good slave.

I have failed at family.
Where are they now?

I have failed at life.
I’m barely making it somehow.

I’m not a famous person.
I’m not a wealthy man.
I’m not a holy guru;
Nor wanted by any friend.

I’m just good at being me;
and maybe that’s all I’m supposed to be.

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 Spirit of Anti-Christ

By Chris Bunton

The spirit of antichrist has been working in the world since before the Flood of Noah, even till today.

It has one job. To create the Anti-Christ system in preparation for the appearance of Satan’s messiah, the Anti-Christ. 

When you see the world being taken over before the Flood. That was the spirit of antichrist. When you see Nimrod building the Tower of Babel and uniting the world against God. That was the spirit of antichrist. 

When you look at history and see all the world conquerors. That’s the spirit of antichrist. When you see the idol of Daniel, showing the kingdoms of history. That is the spirit of antichrist.

When you see the 20th century and the struggles between capitalism and communism and fascism for global control, and control of the mind. That is the spirit of antichrist. 

As you see the uniting of the world through torment and destruction, and fear. That is the spirit of antichrist.

The word antichrist, does not mean against Christ. It means “instead of” Christ. Its job is to unite the world under the Anti-Christ, and get them to worship, another god. That god being Satan who desires to be the most high. 

The spirit of antichrist does not care about our politics. It uses all sides to push its agenda. It works through individuals, groups, religions and governments to gain more control and build the infrastructure for the Beast system.

There are humans who rule this world, and have submitted to the antichrist spirit and other demonic forces. These humans from top to bottom are deceived slaves.

Even good Christian people can and are used by this spirit to help push the agenda.

The Holy Spirit and God’s Word, helps us to fight these things if we are Saved and Spirit led. Remember, Satan can quote scripture and use it to oppress people. It is the Holy Spirit that leads us into all Truth. It is the power of the Holy Spirit that quickens, the Sword of the Spirit.

We are called to fight the good fight of faith against the enemy in all its forms. But, we know we have already won, and the final victory must be Christ’s. 

When they say Christ has come, do not be deceived, you will know when your Lord comes.

When they say you are an extremist. Rejoice for so persecuted they the prophets before you.

When they threaten you, and strip everything from you, and beat on the door to come in, fear not for He is with you.

Remember, all these things must happen but the end is not yet…..for He is coming…quickly.

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

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Justice

By Chris Bunton

Justice is always achieved through violence.

When a nation wants justice they carpet bomb the enemy, and drop nukes on their head.

When a government wants justice, they drag you from your car or home, lock you in a cage, put you before a joke of a court, and lock you in a bigger cage.

When an employer wants justice, they fire you and destroy the lives of you and your children.

Justice is always achieved through violence.

Unless, you’re poor, and beaten down. Then, you gotta wait. You gotta follow the rules they create. You gotta file the form, and follow the script. You gotta sit in your seat and keep a soft voice, and use those pretty words they taught you in that prison of a school.

And maybe, just maybe you’ll get justice.

When God wanted justice, He killed His Son for you.

Justice always comes through violence.

Then, maybe peace can come.

Chris Bunton is a Writer, Poet and Blogger from Southern Illinois.

It Fits

By Chris Bunton

It fits.
It just simply does.

My arm fits behind your head,
as we lie on the bed, in the glow.

Your head on my shoulder,
comfortable and light.

It fits.
It just does.

Staring at the ceiling;
at the cobweb on the fan.

Nobody cares. There are no thoughts,
just reverie, and peace. Just to be.

It fits.
It just fits.

This life with you,
and who we are.

This growth together,
 to become, more than one.

It fits.
It has fallen into place.

I can’t explain why,
but here we are again.

Another time, when a smile came,
and we knew it was right to be.

It fits.
Again and again it fits.

All our concerns drift away.
All our days become one.

Our hopes become shared,
and our dreams spring alive.

It fits.
This life together fits.

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

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A Lesson in Giving

By Chris Bunton

I was in prison.

Most stories end that way, but not this one. It was actually the beginning of my life. A new life. A new start.

In prison we can go to the commissary and buy things. When I say “go to the commissary, I mean we can stand in line while someone behind a cage fills an order you gave them on a sheet of paper. The types things you can purchase includes hygiene items, clothes, snacks, and some basic electronics. It’s just basic stuff, but if you don’t have it, things get miserable pretty fast.

For example, a fan. If you do not have a fan, then you are in a world of hurt when summer comes, and you are sweltering in a cinder block building with no AC.

Extra food, like ramen noodles are a necessity. They only feed you enough calories to be legal. It’s probably around 1200 calories a day. They even know how much toilet paper to give you to match the food they give you. One roll a week. So, you must supplement your diet with food from the store, such as noodles. If not, then you go to bed hungry every night, and get up before dark to go eat farina and scrambled eggs. I had never even heard of farina, till prison. And I had never dreamed of eating cooked cabbage. Especially, three times a week. But, now I love both.

Anyway, there were lots of guys in the cells around me who did not have the things they needed because their families did not send them money or they had alienated everyone. So, I would obtain things and give them away to help these people. God provided and I gave.

It was illegal in prison to give things away. We had to keep it hid. Because the guards would assume you were paying for something like, Gambling debts, drugs, or some other activity.

Jesus said “Give to any who ask, and from him, who seeks to borrow, turn not away.” So, I tried to do that. I gave and helped, and it was never a problem. God always had what was needed for me to give. Sometimes, it was quite specific. I would obtain an item, and within a few days someone would need it and I would give it. It was like a river flowing.

One time I had helped some people out, and it was a few days till we could go to the store. I was running very low on supplies, when a guy I knew asked for a couple of packages of noodles. If I gave it to him then I would be without for days. That means I’d be hungry every night. I was about to tell him no. Then the Lord brought the verse “Give to any who ask, and from him who seeks to borrow, turn not away;” to my mind.

So, I argued.

“Lord, if I give it to him, then I’ll have nothing, and I will be hungry.” 

To which I felt the answer was.

“Then, you won’t have to worry about giving anything any more.”

This was true.

You don’t have to worry about giving, when you have nothing to give. It’s a freedom of sorts. Beside’s I felt a distinct impression that God would take care of me.

So, I gave it.

This was in the afternoon.

When it came time to go to chow for dinner, I went to the chow hall. It’s a big room full of round metal picnic tables bolted to the floor. They will seat 4 people per table.

You eat your food fast, because when they say it’s time to go, you go. So, I’m eating my meal when the man next to me says,

“You want this?’ he pointed at his tray.

“Sure.” So I took it and ate,

Then, the other two guys at the table said the same thing.

So, that evening, I got 4 meals. I was not hungry when I went to bed.

For 3 days, this happened. Every evening I would get 4 meals from different people who for whatever reason were not hungry. And I went to bed full. I did not need to eat anything extra.

After 3 days, we went to the store and I purchased my stuff. That evening, the extra meals ended, because I had the items I needed.

God took care of me. And I learned something about giving.

You can never out give God. He will take care of you. If you give, God will give back. You can trust Him. If someone is asking you for something; then God has sent them to you for a reason. It’s not an accident. If you have it or can help get it, then give it.

I had a lawyer friend tell me, “But, if you give to everyone who asks, you will go broke.”

That has not been my experience. God stops sending people, or He provides.

And if you have given everything away, then you don’t have to worry about giving anymore, you can honestly say.

“I don’t have it.”

But, God will bring it back. Ten times over. Fear not. Just trust God.

Church Nursery

By Chris Bunton

You were in that church nursery,

where they forced you to play.

They made you share your toy,

with that boy, who kept stealing it.

They got mad, when you beat him,

with that red fire truck.

They said you were bad, and needed

a long time out.

Everyone made a big deal,

and you learned a lot that day.

That day, your mom never went back.

But you went back on that day,

when they let you out of jail.

On that day when you needed help.

When you asked them to share.

To share with the time out boy,

who stole and fought his pride.

And they said no.

No help for you today,

the Samaritan’s not here to pay.

And you never went back.

Workout Thoughts

by Chris Bunton

I’m not going to pretend to be a fitness instructor. When it comes to fitness I feel that if I can out run most people I will escape the zombies. Because they will be eating the slower ones.

I also figure that if I can beat up most people I’ll be ok, because I can stab the rest.

And really isn’t that what working out is about?

Survival, looking good, and being pain free when you get old? Avoiding heart attacks, a fat rump, and bagging a babe? Or maybe beating that guy who looks at your old lady, or cuts you off at the local Walmart.

So, with that in mind, I would like to say that I don’t workout to burn calories. I work out to get my heart rate up, to increase my wind, and get ready to fight big bubba when he comes a callin.

Everything with working out always seems to be about calories. It’s discouraging. You get on the elliptical and you are burning up the miles, sweating, puffing, and feeling like you did something. Then, you look at how many calories you burned and it says “4”.

“4” freaking calories. I consume 50 times that many calories in two minutes.

It’s discouraging. So, I focus on other things. If I get my heart rate up, and stay consistent, good things will happen.

I find that when I stay healthy, eat right, and work out, I’m happier. I have more joy. It’s not a competition. It’s about life. It’s about being useful and productive.

Maslow’s Pyramid of Needs shows that we need certain things to move forward in life. If you are sick, broke and sad, like a beat down old dog, you will focus on that. You will have trouble rising to the next level, because you cannot get your eyes off of your situation. You need to break through with baby steps. You have nothing to prove to anyone. Just go a little at a time, and try to go further next time. It’s better than nothing.

You can move forward. Don’t let things discourage you. Don’t let the devil whisper failure into your mind. Just get up and keep trying. Pray for God’s help. It will get better.

This is what I tell myself. You are welcome to use it for yourself, if you want.

Good Boy

By Chris Bunton

We murdered our dog today.

Or at least that’s how it feels.
We say it’s for the best.
We say he’s suffering.
But, it feels like a pointless death.

He ran into the vets office.
A Good Boy with cancer.
He tripped twice, bumping a wall,
and peed for the last time.

What did he think as he went inside?

Did he trust us to heal him?

Every day is a new day to a dog,
even when they suffer.
They are good. Better than us.
We are not worthy of them.

That Good Boy waited on the table.
He wheezed and sneezed snot.
A lung full of death,
a tumor in his head.
He seemed ok, not so long ago.

The nurses held him,
while Kevorkian stuck him.
Once, Twice, Third time’s
the charm.

That Good Boy relaxed.
He laid down, and was gone.
I felt him leave.
He went through me,
and I died, inside.

That Good Boy’s free,
we tell ourselves.
We will see him again,
on some misty morn.

When we cross over,
through the Veil,
to that distant shore,
where Love and Peace
prevail.

My friend.
That little Good Boy,
wrapped in a blanket
with love, and nothing else,
to say.

I carried him,
and it killed me.
His weight was a
million pounds,
of pure heart.

That little guy died.
A Good Boy, better than me.
I put him in a box,
for a trip,
to his grave.

A pretty field,
where he can run,
and play,
barking like crazy.

Where he can sniff the breeze,
and disappear among the trees.

The Clock Ticks

By Chris Bunton

The Clock ticks,
tick tick tick.
Time drags on,
and on and on.

A million times a day,
 the same thing,
The same dread and hate all day
Every day.

Disrespect, again and again.
It’s my fault once again.
Whether from your mouth,
Or twisting in my head,
Again.

Another prayer to escape,
another prayer for change,
another prayer for peace,
another prayer to forgive,
just another prayer.

Change my attitude
Change my heart
Change my view
Change my dreams

I’m the bad guy.
I’ve changed enough
When is it your turn?

Revenge is yours
Where’s it at?
I don’t want it.

I’m not like them.
They love money,
More than life,
More than me,
and God.

It’s just another day.
A day to wait and wait.
A day to work and work.
A day to dread and dread,

Till we die.

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

The Two Kitties

We have several stray cats that live in the neighborhood. Most of them are wild. You cannot get near them or pet them. They sneak up and get food, or water, or to be nosy, but not much else.

I’ve learned over the years in my spiritual walk that one of the places that humans can learn spiritual truth from, is nature around us. I’ve learned that the Word of Truth is written in the fabric of everything. The entire creation declares it.

Not only do we have stray cats that are totally feral, but we also have one cat, who through a series of events has become far more friendly with us. This kitty now has a box by our backdoor, and daily food. She also has had kittens. She still won’t let us pet her. But, she follows us around meowing and talking. She sits near us when we sit outside. We love her and take care of her, even though she is still some what wild.

On the other flip of the coin, another stray cat mother, has had her kittens in a bush, at the back of the property. She hisses anytime you get near. We can hear them meowing. She takes care of her babies, and is a good mom. But, her life, and the life of her kittens are very different, than the cat who now lives by our backdoor.

Do you see a lesson here?

The cat who came to us and started communing with us, and trying to have a relationship with us, is protected and provided for. She has our covering over her, and her babies.

The cat who lives in the bush, refuses us. There’s not much we can do without forcing the issue. We still leave food for them, and warmth in the winter as best we can. She still has protection but it is limited. Unless we set a trap and capture her (and others), there’s not much more we can do.

So, the lesson is that when we reach out to God. When we try to have a relationship with Him, and to know Him, He responds to us. But, the truth is that God is seeking a relationship with us, before we even ask or seek. He is the one who puts it in our hearts to seek Him.

We see the good things he does for us. We feel the love that comes, and we want more of Him. His love changes us, and we share His love, and our changed lives with others.

This is the kitty by the door. Through a series of events she found herself drawn closer to the only One who can help her, and make her life better. The only one who can save her. This dawned on her at some point. She brought us a dead kitten. Then, in the middle of a thunder storm, she moved her kittens into a box, we provided by the back door for her family. SHE did that. She KNEW to do that. God is there with Love. He responds and is ever ready. If we even consider spiritual things, it is because He is calling us.

Humans are like the kitty in the bush. We are in a harsh world, and we must survive. We must make it through. We become tough. We hiss and rough it out. That is what this fallen world creates. But, we must realize, that this world is hard for a reason. That it is fallen, and that the hard world causes us to seek something more, something good. Something beyond this misery. Something outside ourselves. And that something, is God. Everything works, to lead us to God, or cause us to work and fight to do it ourselves. That’s the life we choose.

God calls us to Him, and to a life of relationship and spirit with Him. Just ask. Let Him reveal it. He is real, and rewards those who diligently seek Him.