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 gettingContinue reading “Why Do We Hate Work?”
Category Archives: Poetry
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 usContinue reading “Entitled to Love”
Rise
By Chris Bunton Time to rise and shine, my friend;there’s a long way till the end.Are you coming? I’ve seen you struggle to grow.It’s hard, but worth it, you know.You are amazing. Bio: Chris Bunton is a Writer, Poet and Blogger from Southern Illinois Photograph of the Illinois and Mississippi Rivers at Pere Marquette StateContinue reading “Rise”
Agony of the Heart
by Chris Bunton Agony of the heart,turns for our good.When giving ourselves to Him,trusting who we are. Nothing is true,about our pain.It lasts a moment,till winds blow it away. Nothing happens unknown;nothings new in this world.All is built on piles of past,and we shall fly by again. Eternity within us;our souls remain.Just a moment today;tomorrowContinue reading “Agony of the Heart”
Golden Leaf (Haiku)
Golden leaf alone,falling through days final light,to land among friends.
The Monsters Come
By Chris Bunton Every morn, the monsters come.They come to attack my day.Every morn it’s the same,and every day, they strive away. The skeletons from closets scream,while vampires claw from crypts.They draw and draw until I am spent.Every day they come. The Monsters come. Ghosts of words unsaid,and desires of demons ripping.Wraiths of past thingsContinue reading “The Monsters Come”
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 famousContinue reading “Me”
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 inContinue reading “Justice”
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. ItContinue reading “It Fits”
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 bigContinue reading “Church Nursery”
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