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”
Category Archives: Spoken Word
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”
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;inContinue reading “Bless Everyone”
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 weContinue reading “Your Own Thing”
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 gettingContinue reading “Why Do We Hate Work?”
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”