Bubbles Of Fate

Blow the bubbles in the air.
Watch them float, then disappear.
Look inside each lonely one.
You see that dream.
And so much fun.

Blow the bubbles in the air.
Watch them float, then disappear.
Make a wish as they wind by.
All will come true.
Before You Die!

Blow the bubbles in the air.
Watch them float, then disappear.
They hold Your thoughts.
Your worries too.
They are Your Life!
They are YOU!

Blow the bubbles in the air.
Watch them float, then disappear.
Loved ones look.
Through the fragile skin.
To see You happy.
Smiling within.

Blow the bubbles in the air.
Watch them float, then disappear.
Life is short and getting shorter.
Life's for living.
Not treading water.

Or  blowing the bubbles in the air.
Watching them float, then disappear.
Without thinking of this poem.
Leaving this now.
Not even rhyming.

 

Ven Bunce.

 

Lady Kate.

Lady Kate with the diamond eyes.
You entered my mind, what a lovely surprise.
Your perfect face and voice so pure.
You helped my mind to feel secure.

Through the misty blue your voice burst through.
I know it was the same for you.
Though we’re strangers, our mind is one,
as we give our love up to the Sun.

Your voice I knew was special,
the first time I heard you cry.
“It’s me ... Kathy” - then you’d sigh.
A special voice that couldn’t lie.

I must admit that visually,
I saw you through a schoolboy's dream.
The red glow that surrounded you,
blinded me from the beautiful blue.

Though late to see the light of life.
It hit me hard at first.
But the chord of life runs through your voice,
and the words you write left me no choice.

I can see you through a child's eyes.
You’ll never learn the word `despise`.
Your diamond eyes keep a friend I know.
Your perfect form has a heavenly glow.

The Bishop of the White Kings' Gate,
should look at you, and emulate.
The `Purple Haze` of love is there.
It’s good to know how much you care.

When you sit and ponder,
please allow your mind to wander.
Out into the twilight zone.
We’ll intermingle on our own. 

Two minds, pure and clear.
We’ll drift into the atmosphere.

We’ll let the gamma rays above,
feed us with their perfect love.
The diamond eyes you have for sure,
will give out love forever more.

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Conflict Of Love.

#Chugg's Story ...... RIP ........

Chugg chugg, chugg chugg,
puff puff, puff puff.
We know who’s coming down the hill.
His balaclava and jumper in holes.
His trousers too short,
shoes with no soles.

He’s the boy we all love to fool,
but he’s also the nicest kid in school.

He’s a quiet boy, straight and strong.
The type you know, won’t go wrong.
Though he gets teased throughout the day,
he’s our best friend, it’s just his way.

We called him Chugger,
it’s what he does.
He thinks he’s a train,
that’s fine by us.

He chuggs down in the morning,
and back at night.
He’s a secretive lad,
but he burns a bright light.

When you’re with him you give him respect.
It’s something you really wouldn’t expect,
as you look at him in his tattered clothes,
chugg chugging away in a world of his own.

As Chugg grew older he developed a dream.
When he left school he’d buy a machine.
A motor bike as fast as lightening.
The speed he would go would be quite frightening.

He left school at fifteen, got a good job.
Very mild-mannered, never a slob.
He held down his job, and saved really hard.
Stuck the stamps on his savings card.

Soon he’d buy his first machine.
An old A.J.S, reliable and clean.
But still he would dream his wonderful dream,
that one day he’d own a real dream machine.

His dream arrived, as often they do.
This sparkling machine looking like new.
A Tiger 100, racy and throbbing.
Light years away,
from Chugg’s chugg- chugg- chugging.

But at eighteen years old,
his love now divided.
Chugger was tearing apart.
His mind was being confused
by the battle inside of his heart.

A girl who he’s madly in love with,
feels jealousy over his dream.
It clouds his thoughts and his vision.
Now life’s not as clear as it seemed.

What made a lad who was always so sure,
and never took risks with his life.
Make a fatal error of judgment
while riding home late one night ?

They say that the pure die young,
to spare them the hell that’s for sure.
When you follow a conflict of love,
which to most, would seem just demure.

Love, is a power within us.
It should keep us sane and strong.
If YOU understand what I’m saying,
I’m sure that you won’t go wrong.

Chugger now understands this.
But to those of you who don’t see.
A conflict of love isn’t all bad.
That one side is always a dream.

So if the time comes when you’re tearing apart.
Divided by love or by hate.
Don’t try to choose between them,
Or the cloud will push YOU through the gate.

It’s true what’s been said through the ages.
That true love always finds a way.
The dream will go of its own accord.
But for Chugger it came just too late.
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He now spends his time mind-hopping for fun.
Spreading this message - to everyone.

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The Universal Soldier

HE’S FIVE FOOT TWO AND HE’S SIX FEET FOUR
HE FIGHTS WITH MISSILES AND WITH SPEARS
HE’S ALL OF 31, AND HE’S ONLY 17
HE’S BEEN A SOLDIER FOR A THOUSAND YEARS 

He’s the ‘Universal Soldier’,
and he’s here to serve us well.
To fight our battles and reduce us all to tears.

He’s your child, your grandchild,
your sister and your brother.
He’s your friend, and he is your lover too.
But more than these he is ‘dispensable’,
he’s fodder for the ‘Few’.

He’s fighting for the truth he thought he knew.
Though ‘The Universal Soldier’ is a brave and honest man.
He’s a Hero, and he’s a Martyr too.

He’s been led into this fight that he’s ‘not’ supposed to win,
and he’s been told he’s doing everything for YOU!
He’s the ‘Universal Soldier’
who’s as old as man himself.
He lives on and on, and on and on,
to FIGHT! For you and me.

It’s time to put this man to rest,
and to tell the ‘honest truth’.
That it’s always been for Nought,
and that a ‘sham’ is what he fought.

The ‘Black Queen’ gave him honours
to cover up her lies.
She rewarded him
with money and life’s jewels.

But with the ‘Universal Soldier’
armed with trust and truth once more,
and the wisdom
of a hundred thousand years.

He can hang up all his armour,
and his battle weary clothes.
He can look the ‘Few’
right through their jet black eyes.

He’s seen through the fog of guile
as an educated man,
and has now cried his very,
very last ‘goodbyes’.

 
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The Goblins and the Fairies Play.

Yes, the Goblins jump and play,
run and hide through night and day.
With The Fairies of the Timeless zone,
I sit and watch, when I'm alone.

Through the silvered mirror on the wall,
I can see them laugh, fight and fall.
With a Scarlett Hat, Blue Shirt, Green boots.
Who could help but smile,at their multi-coloured suits?

With a Magic, all of their own.
They are born, quite fully grown.
With no time to wear them out.
Life's just fun as they dance, sing and shout.

Just then I'm spotted through the Silver,
and that makes them laugh some more.
Were they laughing 'with' me, or 'at' me?
I'm really not so sure.

Now the Fairies in your garden,
were there when life began.
Watching your behaviour,
as You play out Your Master Plan.

When a little Fairy whispers, gently in your ear.
Or a Goblin says he'll help you
to see life's wonders clear.
Open up your mind. Unlock your secret door.
The knowledge they will share with you,
is true forever more.

Life is given FREE for living.
Not for placing Guilt – Condemning - Forgiving.
Why worry What is thought of you.
Live life for Love.
For LOVE is TRUE.

It's Honesty and Beauty.
It's Laughter and It's Pain.
It's the Birth of little Babies,
and the Death of Lonely Men.

Love's the song you need to hear,
to bring back memories, cherished dear.
It's the book that's written from the 'Soul'.

And the Poem that doesn't Rhyme.

It's all the fights you've ever had.
It's the Hate you felt for your Mum and Dad.
Love is strange, but it's TRUE.
That Love is every part of you.

You rail against it every day.
When you run and hide.Fight and Play.
The Fairies and the Goblins,live for honesty.
They don't have the hang-ups,
that restrain both You and Me.

Does it matter they look silly?
They are having FUN.
No weight of guilt or shame for them.
Just watch them Dance, and Play, and Run.

Perhaps they do just laugh 'at' me,
surrounded by my wall of fear.
Afraid I might look just like 'Them',
Not mature, and not sincere.

We must be really Stupid,
not to see that Life is Love.
Not to see that Love is Life,
first given to us, from Above.

To help us all fulfil our dreams,
our hopes and our ambitions.
The Fairies and the Goblins,
show there's really No Conditions.
Unconditional Love you see,
guides us to our 'Destiny'.


Dreams, daydreams, hopes, fears, ambitions are all manifested in our minds eye. If we sit alone and visualise those Fairies, they 'will' surely appear. They will speak to you in your own tongue, and give you unconditional advice and help. Should you take it or ignore it? (The choice is Yours)

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WHY ?

`The Catcher In The Rye`
caught Mark Chapmans eye.
Pulled from death in ’77.
Thought the plan was hatched in heaven.

He read the book and then could see,
the shape of his own destiny.
But he didn’t read through the childs eye,
and he answered the call
of the Black Bishops cry.

He felt the guilt and felt the shame.
He was now a part of the Black Kings game.

He had the perfect cover.
He was every childs brother.
But a wiser child than he,
would read the book,
and surely see.

`The Catcher In The Rye`
is in our own minds eye.
The `catcher` is the White Kings man.
Try to be him if you can.
You catch a child with love and care.
You never harm a single hair.

As we are all children in the White Kings eyes,
we should never learn the word `despise`.
If we feel we have to fight and kill.
Then we’re acting out the Black Kings' will.

I hope Mark will appreciate,
before he entered the Black Kings gate.
He learned to spell the word `despise`
and is glorified in the Black Kings' eyes.

All the time he’s of our kind,
he has the chance to clear his mind.
Appreciate the word of love,
and help the man he sent above.

`The Catcher In The Rye`
was written for the childs eye.
It helps the childs mind to see
the glory of lifes mystery.

Chapman saw the broken dream,
coincidence and fate.
But he didn’t understand
how to interpret hate.

Honesty, trust, and loyalty,
are three main words that he should see.
They guide us to appreciate
the power of love in the White Kings gate.

If we all act in this way,
the `Phoneys` will come out to play.
The game of `catch me if you can`
will be a part of the Black Kings plan.

Remember - lemmings play this game.
Your game could end up just the same.
Don’t chase them, because you know,
It’s over the cliff that they will go.

Instead, why not play `hide and seek`.
On their own they’re very weak.
The power of love is on your side.
The `Phoneys` ?
well they cannot hide.

They cannot feed on love you see.
So true love is our destiny.
Read the stories through childs eyes,
and never learn the word `despise`.
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A THOUGHT OF THOUGHT.

I’m writing now, what have we here ?
Will this verse become more clear ?
I fumble through my mind for facts.
My mind is saying, just relax.

My pen is moving on its own
as I sit here all alone.
Did I say ALONE just then ?
My friends have started calling in.

I wonder why they always call
when I’m sat here all alone ?
I don’t even know one name,
but they keep calling just the same.

They say they love to educate.
(You’re thinking that they’ve come too late).
But a greater teacher you won’t find,
than an uninvited, friendly mind.

When you find yourself alone,
with just a pen and paper.
Start a doodle, write some words,
it’s an educating caper.

You’ll find that friends will call on you
with educating wisdom.
You might not know them, this is true.
But your mind is of their KINGDOM.

 

 

 
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The Eye Of A Child.

The light of life shines brightly
through a childs eyes.
The virgin mind of children,
can’t comprehend `despise`.

But as we loom from childhood,
into the land of plenty.
Our little world of fantasy
becomes a hard reality.

We’re told to “grow up”,
“don’t be stupid”.
To be aware of little Cupid.

We’re told to learn the thoughts of man.
To take it all in if we can.
No wonder we get violent,
learn the word `despise`.
We’re learning life's philosophy
through the Black Queens' eyes.

A childs love is plenty.
It’s hard to keep it down.
Through pain and disappointment,
you’ll seldom see them frown.

They set a fine example,
to us who’ve fallen foul,
of the Black Queens education.
Have you thrown in the towel ??

We know that education
is the key to modern living.
But so is love and charity.
Please don’t stop the giving.

When we read our books of learning,
and we’re trying to succeed.
It’s easy to interpret
the words through alien greed.

We’re told to be successful,
that’s what life’s about.
That if you don’t get what you want,
that you should scream and shout.

But learning is much more than that.
Books are for enjoying.
Read all books through childrens eyes,
the White Kings' light will shine right through,
then give the light of life to you.

When you take the `light of life`,
you’ll suffer pain and grief.
But look at life through a childs eyes,
and love will bring relief.

When you push your children hard,
to be successful just like you.
Take a trip back in your mind.
Make a note of what you find.

I bet the things that you recall,
are having fun, playing ball.
All the birthday parties,
all the nursery rhymes.
They are lifes education,
when you knew better times.

We all learn at our own speed.
It shouldn’t be pushed along by greed.
The child's mind is hungry,
and it will find the truth.
They need that extra helping hand,
as they approach their youth.

Example, is the White Queens' tool.
So never call your child a fool.
Your child looks at you in awe.
Don’t knock the child to the floor.

Instead, show you appreciate,
the love that you can’t contemplate.
Ask how they are getting on.
You’ll know then,
through love,
you’ve won.


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Welcome to Universal Credit People Of The UK

Please allow me to introduce myself,
The Devil by any other name.
I've been around for just a few years,
and I'm here to stake my Claim!

Your Hearts & Souls are now All Mine.
Poverty, the tool of choice for NOW!
Only One Way Out For YOU!
The flames of Eternal HELL!

I don't normally post specificaly political content here, but seeing all of the misery up and down the country being felt by just TOO many good, innocent folk caught up in this horrendous 'Rat-Trap' called Universal Credit, I felt I had to put pen to paper as it were to explain to others outside the UK just 'what' an Evil Regime this so-called 'First World Country' is now being governed by.

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Suicide solution ?

So you think you have the answer
in your troubled, cloudy mind ?
You think the truth is waiting there,
and peace is what you’ll find.

You think you’ll enter a real-life dream.
You’ll float around on clouds serene.
That love will fill your every sound.
That you will never fall to ground.

You’ve heard that death is painless.
That you won’t know you’re dead.
This is the Black Rook talking.
He’s there inside your head.

You’ve climbed up to the higher ground
in the game that we call life.
You find the rocks too steep to climb.
“suicide is easier”.
These thoughts now running rife.

You think that you are on your own,
suffering inside.
How can anyone feel like you,
or help you turn the pride ?

Humility is stronger.
Pride is for the fools.
Pride is a gift just for you.
It helps you play the Black Kings' rules.

Remember how the Black King thrives,
as he destroys these human lives ?
He lets you through his gate for free.
Oblivion, is what you see.

Death, it may be painless,
but the mind lives on for sure.
You have the choice infront of you.
You can choose either door.

The Black Rook uses suicide,
and helps you feel secure.

The eye of the atom is the door.
Of this FACT you can be sure.

The White door you can walk through.
Friends will welcome you.
You’ll find a world you never knew.
It’s always been here in the blue.

The blue of love surrounding us.
Keeping us all warm.
So come inside and shelter
from the Black Rooks storm.

Humility will make you strong,
and help to clear your mind.
The crystal light of eternity,
is what you’ll surely find.

Ven Bunce. 

Excerpt from 'Visions Of The Future Past'. 

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THE GARDEN WALL.

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The Garden Wall.

The Garden Wall has a story to tell.
STOP! And listen
before you pass by.

Go to bed in the park.
Be afraid of the dark.
Take a spade and a fork.
Some bread and cold pork,
with plenty of tea in a flask.

When the Moon throws a shadow
across the forked bough,
start to dig at the base of the light.

Dig and dig.
Sweat like a Pig.
Like the one you have with your bread.
But keep your eye open for 'Nick',
or just like your Pig,
you'll be Dead!

Twenty feet down
and you'll hear a strange sound.
STOP! and take further instructions.
For the well you just DUG
is now feeling SMUG.
You listened,
and NOW you are TRAPPED!

The story the Wall has just told you.
Was told in the tongue of your own.
When did YOU open the door for 'Old Nick'?
Did he come to you dressed as a Clown?

If life's a triangular circle.
The 'Labyrinth' IS the front door.
Go to to the front
and you're right at the back.
So why did you come here before?

The harder you PUSH!
The harder the PULL!
The Steeper you climb.
The further you fall.

Listen to stories?
You listen to lies.
Tell the TRUTH!
And no-one believes you.

Fall from grace,
and they laugh in your face.
Life's a 'tissue'
that YOU must see through.

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The Light Of Life.

If a poet holds the light of life,

and shines it all around.

Who lights the light

that burns so bright,

and always lets them down ?

It’s said that they who hold the light,

will have their hands burned raw.

That when they hold the light aloft,

they will be kicked down to the floor.

The poets must be foolish,

for they have been advised

of the dangers that they face,

as they put their thoughts to rhyme.

Would you hold that light so bright ?

Could you take the pain ?

Could you tolerate the suffering,

ridicule and shame ?

Could you lay your life out bare,

and let the vultures take their share ?

Could you cut your soul right open,

to let all of mankind stare ?

When the guilt of all our brothers,

finds a niche inside your mind.

Will you burn it out with the light of life ?

Or cut it out, with a red hot knife ?

Maybe you’ll just carry on,

with the life you call your own.

Let the poet hold the light of life.

As the way, they have been shown.

Let them have their hands burned raw.

Let them be washed up on the shore.

Let their body be cut for every sin.

Then why not rub the salt right in.

The poets there to be abused.

For all the time they hold the light,

for all of us who are confused.
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This poem - 'The Light Of Life' was written at the end of the original draft of 'Visions Of The Future Past' which was first published in 1988. The book has had a couple  of updates over the years but ALL of the poems and main concept of the original book has been kept.

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Thank You ...... Ven @ venbunce.com

Chase The Rainbow - The Eternal Goal.

Dedication ... Persistence .... Focus


Chase The Rainbow - The Eternal Goal.

While walking from the river,
where I watched it swirl and flow.
I was planning out my future.
Thinking, which way should I go.

The field was black and muddy,
but the bright sun gave it light.
It looked just like the river,
with its power, and its might.

Just then, it started raining,
and I couldn’t trust my eyes.
A rainbow, just in front of me,
in the middle of that muddy sea.

Just fifty yards or so,
I would find my pot of gold.
I’d have to run across that field,
so muddy and so cold.
But to catch a rainbow ?
what a joy - for this ten year old boy.

Of course I’d go and catch it.
It’s magic I would share.
I’d live  ‘the life of Riley’
with the gold I would find there.

I ran so hard that day.
I’m sure that mud was clay.
I’m sure that it was just a dream.
That I was turning into cream.

I couldn’t seem to cover ground,
and my gold, I never found.
The rainbow stood there teasing,
as it stood, and watched me freezing.

Then just to rub the salt in,
it suddenly stopped raining.
The rainbow left me standing there.
It’s magic didn’t seem to care,
that I was covered from head to toe,
and back through the mud,
I had to go.

I eventually got home to see
my mother, who was making tea.
I told her of the rainbow,
how it had let me down.

She said that was a lesson,
and that I shouldn’t frown.
She said that mother nature shows us beauty to behold.
We shouldn’t try to take what’s hers.
We have to Earn our Gold

The rainbow.
It’s like a dream.
You know it’s there.
It can be seen.
Like a dream you cannot hold,
the rainbow holds your pot of gold.

Don’t give in, or you will be.
Forever stuck in the muddy sea.
Chase the rainbow but be aware.
The Black Knight may be hiding there.

A mother who appeared so wise,
saw life through the White Queens eyes.
She never learned the word `despise`,
and never tried to tell us lies.


Our imagination as children has no bounds.
Whatever we imagine, we 'think' we can achieve.
We're told as children that a rainbow has a pot of gold at it's base, and it does us no harm to believe that. In fact, such a notion could even stimulate our imagination and help us to go beyond the normal boundaries to make our dreams and wishes come true.
But 'Mother Nature' is a formidable force with lessons for us 'all' to learn from ...... Good and Bad.
(The choice is Yours)
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Immunity.

When we think of our immunity,

and the actions of society.

We can’t always see them as one.

Let’s see if it can be done.

We’ll take all of this universe

as being one heavenly body.

The stars are all the molecules,

that form the way we play the rules.

The planets are the organs,

that give out life's vibrations.

The sun can be the beating heart.

The liver is Earth,

a vital part.

The sun and Earth are now as one ,

The heart and liver are the sun.

If one should fail, the other will die.

I’m sure you can see it in your own minds eye.

The chord of life sends out vibrations.

This music in our body.

It keeps our universe pure and clean.

Through gamma rays it travels serene.

Just like our blood, it must stay pure,

or the heavenly body will not cure.

WE have poisoned our universe.

Through our negative thoughts,

caused a curse.

We know through love,

we can stay pure,

That the Black King doesn’t want a cure.

The Black Knight offers us lust of love,

to help us poison the heaven above.

He gives us money, gives us drugs

Helps us contract the deadly bugs.

He gives us alcohol as well,

then uses LOVE ?

to make it sell.

Offering the chord of love,

The eye of the atom makes it clear.

As we look around,

at what we hold dear.

We have to love and appreciate,

The eternal wonders of the great White Gate.

Jimi played while on this earth,

`The Gods Made Love`

then gave us birth.

The `Purple Haze` is pure love,

between the sounds of the earth,

and the sun above.

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Welcome stranger.

I saw you in that busy room.

My eyes met yours,

we were in tune.

I didn’t recognise you though,

and I walked away from your friendly glow.

Into the world I thought I knew,

and never gave a thought to you.

Determined now to make my mark.

Unaware of the deadly shark.

The killer of dreams and fantasy,

is now forever stalking me.

Forever building up the blocks

that lead me to the towering rocks.

Where happiness, and wealth both rule.

I became the Black Rooks fool.

The Black Knight he then gave me lust,

and riches that were so unjust.

By chance, I met with you again.

Your friendly glow remained the same.

But, to me, you looked , concerned.

You noticed wealth I hadn’t earned.

The Bishop of the Black Kings gate,

told me the guilt was placed too late.

That I could go right through the door.

The Black Queen then would give me more.

I could become a banker

of the mighty, strong Black King.

Whatever I desired,

The Black Queen, she would bring.

What a choice I had to make.

I could have, all I could take.

As these thoughts ran through my mind.

I gazed at you, and tried to find,

a reason why I shouldn’t take,

the riches, for the riches sake.

Just then, a friend I’ve known for years,

but couldn’t show respect.

Welcomed me with open arms.

“You’re one of us”, he said.

Suddenly, my blood ran cold.

I couldn’t say I’d not been told.

Was I really just like he?

Greed and lust had blinded me.

Frightened now by what I’d found,

I looked for you,

you weren’t around.

It didn’t matter any more.

I couldn’t pass through the Black Bishops door.

I was now left out in the cold.

My world now empty,

growing old.

But I started to appreciate,

the stronger power of the White Kings mate.

Months passed by in the wilderness.

Then you touched me with your tenderness.

You showered me with sights and sound.

Feelings pure, and so profound.

You gave me knowledge that I couldn't deny.

You showed me how it felt to fly.

If I die tomorrow,

I couldn’t feel sorrow.

I know what I shall find.

You put the heaven in my mind.

(Did 'You' Take The 'Red Pill' ?)

VenBunce

The Dominatrix Lady.

The Dominatrix Lady called at my home today.

She walked past me and sat right down,

said she was here to stay.

She told me that I had no choice, in matters of my own.

That she was taking full control,

and I would always obey her commanding tone.

She made me turn off every light

inside my home that burned so bright.

She said the darkness was her friend.

This lady of the night.

I became Oh So submissive, as she poked and stabbed

with her pointed stick that was so red hot,

but burned like ice on me.

This Dominatrix Lady made me stumble and fall.

Every time I saw my escape,

She built another wall.

Why did she choose Me, to be her whipping boy?

I couldn’t see the sense at all.

But sex was not the reason I became this lady’s toy.

With every nerve end tingling I would go against the grain.

I would act out her life fantasy.

Destroy my own reality.

She fed me live red maggots that invaded my home.

They gnawed so very gently,

inside my bleeding aching bones.

As every new day passes, in my home that’s not my own.

The Dominatrix Lady dreams up her new tortures,

I’m then force-fed and shown.

It’s been over twenty years now since she came to my door.

She wore a bright, encrusted badge.

It said ‘S & M’….. I’m sure.

Maybe she had it on back-to-front, this lady of the night.

If she did, then I now know.

Why I’m in this losing fight.

Hmmmmm……….
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Ven Bunce

Remote Viewing Disclosure and Intentions

Remote viewing was popularized in the 1990s upon the 'declassification' of certain documents held by the United States Government related to the 'Stargate Project', a $20 million + research program that had started in 1975 and was sponsored by the U.S. government, in an attempt to determine any potential military application of the remote viewing psychic phenomena. 

The program was terminated in 1995 and was sub-contracted to a 'Private' research facility which not only discovers and researches the remote viewing phenomenon but to 'train' suitable applicants who are then used to gather intelligence about activities not only on Earth but further afield into the Cosmos.

It appears that we 'all' have the ability to be 'Remote Viewers' and with practise we can all access that part of the brain which acts like a TV transmitter/receiver. The very fact that we are all just biological batteries producing both Positive and Negative 'energy' every second of our lives should not be wasted by denying that there is a remote viewer in all of us.


The worry is, that we might all be walking around at present having had 'all' of our thoughts, behaviours and actions recorded by armies of remote viewers collating that informaton for the highest bidder. Google and Facebook do an amazing job at present (betraying our thoughts and actions) but are dependent on internet access which in the near future could, and most probably 'will,' be severely restricted. It's then that these armies of 'remote viewers' will come into their own.


All rubbish? - Impossible? - Just look around you - Nothing! is impossible anymore, because with artificial intelligence on the verge of out-smarting 'all' of us, are we even a necessary evil for this planet 'we' call home but is in fact  'home'  to our temporary hosts who cultivated our development to serve 'their needs' and our lease is about to expire with no renewal clause in the offing.


Just a thought - to delve deeper please read 'Visions Of The Future Past'. 



Catch you later ...... Ven.

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