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”
Category Archives: Poetry
Me
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’mContinue reading “Me”
Rise Up and Walk
Rise up and walk;when life’s got you down. Rise up and walk;your way around town. When depression sets in;and you only see the end.Rise up and walk. A little here. A little there.Around the block;or down a beautiful trail.Rise up and walk. If you’re sick; pray and believe.Then, rise up and walk. Trapped in a place?RiseContinue reading “Rise Up and Walk”
Time Marches On
Time marches on,but things can change.The flow of life is the same,but we can spin away. Find a place to abide;a life to call your own.Find a way to live;a way to feel alive. All the road blocks,will guide your way.Till you are strong enough,to crush them all. That path of least resistance,is how theContinue reading “Time Marches On”
I Want You
I want you in my life;more than anyone else. I want to hold you;till Earth fades away. I want your kiss;till we can’t breathe. I want you;while we live. Just you;till death. You;me. Free.
Our Nation’s Rock Bottom
There comes a point in a person’s life where things must change.They have hurt themselves, and others.They have lost everything they had.They have even lost their way.It’s a point, where the failures and the terrible things of their past rise up to haunt them.They must change or perish. Because of what they have allowed to happen, theyContinue reading “Our Nation’s Rock Bottom”
Red-Wing Black Bird
That black bird’s call;takes me to the lake I know.From way back, the Red wing goes,to the waters of old. That Red wing cries,from the Cattail waves.While the water laps,on the boat’s sides. Those lazy days,of sparkling joy.When the wind gently blew,and the spirit went away.
Terrible Dad
I’m a terrible dad,at least that’s what they said. Too many failures,too many faults,that’s what the cackling hens, said. Not rich enough.Not sober enough.Not broken enough.Not obedient enough.That’s what society said. Too fast.Too free.Too sinful.to be; a dad.That’s what God seems to have said. It doesn’t matter what I said. (Photograph: On the Tennessee RiverContinue reading “Terrible Dad”
The Rules
As you grow,and obey the rules. As you fight,and try not to fail. Remember that your ParentsTeachersDoctorsStore OwnersFriendsFamilyPreacherPolicemanFiremanMailmanMilkmanFarmerHomeless manPoliticianInsurance manBeauticianYour Spouse,and everyone. Are in it for the money;and you are just a customer. They will never set you free.Test it and see.
Sometimes
Sometimes,when the wind blows right,you can see between the sheer, and the solid. It is in between there,where you are in the presence of Love. That deep abiding joy,when everything is ok,and you know you are free.Despite what you see. That place in time,where you are eternal,and nothing in this momentcan intrude with its bullshit. ThereContinue reading “Sometimes”
