By Chris Bunton RegretA thousand times regret. Choices made,that cannot be unmade. Stupid things,done again and again. Foundationslaid for a useless life. Coming to an end for some time. At least death will be done right. Kind of hard to screw that up. Bio: Chris Bunton is a Writer, Poet, and Blogger from Southern Illinois.Continue reading “Regret”
Category Archives: Poetry
Adam
By Chris Bunton Created perfect,From the dust of the Earth. Then, moved to the Garden,the Paradise of God. Created for a purpose,a call to tend and to keep. To garden, Paradise,To protect, the peaceful place of God. To walk with God,in the cool of the evening. Powers beyond us today,buried within us today. Total controlContinue reading “Adam”
There is an Entity
By Chris Bunton There is an Entity,that fights to keep me back. Everything I seek to do,gets put on hold, with no control. Over and over I try; and again the effort dies. My bills are always on time,but my blessings never arrive. Who makes everything wait?Who calls around behind my back? Bad news always findsContinue reading “There is an Entity”
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”
In My Life Time
By Chris Bunton In my entire life,the worst things to comeupon me,has come at the,hands of respectablepeople, who call themselvesgood. It has not been,scary men, in dark shadows.It has not been,those people, across the sea.It has not been,the conman, stealing my soul. It has been,men and their wives,who own businesses,and lands,and courts,and governments,and religions,too. ItContinue reading “In My Life Time”
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”
We Don’t Trust Them
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 of old,we dieContinue reading “We Don’t Trust Them”
Down Pour
By Chris Bunton It rained for a week,then the gullywasher came Hours of hard down pour;in sheets it fell.The streets were flooded, and water gushed from everywhere.Cars were stranded,while homes, became islands. The flash flood broke quick; it flowed through the yard.and under the house.Everything washed away,and the cat freaked out. The deluge was over,as quick asContinue reading “Down Pour”
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”
On The Beach
By Chris Bunton Sitting on the beach, watching the awesomeness of God. Waves crashing Wind blowing Sun warming the white sands and my toes below. Peaceful Joyful Happy, happy, happy Till she shows up, blasting music. She wants to invade, my world. Maybe I’ll toss her tunes into the sea. Maybe I missed the point.Continue reading “On The Beach”
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