We Don’t Trust Them

Rebel Poetry By Chris Bunton We don’t trust them.Those giants who rule the Earth;those fallen ones who stole our dominion. We don’t trust them.Those royal descendants of “gods”;those of the divine blood line. Why should we trust them?They live in castles even today,while we still cower in caves. Why should we trust them?From days ofContinue reading “We Don’t Trust Them”

Ever Healed?

A Life Poem by Chris Bunton Scrolling through Facebook,when I find a meme. It’s a video,of a fishing boat. Where a daughterand her daddy. Are reeling in a fish,the little girl just caught. She is so excited,and squealing loud. Grab the net! Grab the net!Daddy! Get the fish! She jumps up and down,as her daddyContinue reading “Ever Healed?”

I Didn’t Destroy the World

Environmental Poem by Chris Bunton I didn’t destroy the world.So why am I to blame? Am I a chemist creating plastics?Am I a corporation spreading them wide? Am I an inventor creating engines?Am I a corporation making billions? Am I cutting down the forests?Am I building million dollar homes? Am I a politician handing grantsContinue reading “I Didn’t Destroy the World”

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 aContinue reading “Release”

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 hearContinue reading “Conspiracy Theorist”

House of Giants

Through houses of Giants,we crawl on our knees. We slave for our feed,and all of our need. They have framed our life,till the day we die Through their house, we fly,work, and drive. Their bones corrupt us,surround us, and stink. Every word is no.Every sign is stop.Everything is wait.I’m gonna escape. I will find aContinue reading “House of Giants”

New Poetry Ebook

I just published my first poetry ebook. “Against the Man”. It can be purchased in most stores online. Here’s the link to Barnes and Noble. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/against-the-man-chris-bunton/1143706163;jsessionid=ED53246E805D065F19940F39788A91EB.prodny_store01-atgap10?ean=2940167340244

Failure To Whom?

They say we fail;losers extraordinaire. By whose laws? By whose rules? Not yours or mine, that’s for sure. They own the world,they make the rules.They set the bar,and make us lose. They need slaves,and someone to rule. They need trash men,and janitors to clean,their palaces of steel They need to keep us dumb;to beat usContinue reading “Failure To Whom?”

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, andContinue reading “Just Go”