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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The Black Queens Bed

The Black Queen lifts her Sultry head.
Looks round at those who share her bed.
"I see you've all come bearing news".
"So good to see you fit your shoes".

The 'Robot Wars' no more a dream.
Conspiritors compound the scheme.
Digits on computer screens,
keep cash control within 'Her' means.

We've built the dream of our 'Black Queen'.
We can now see, and 'all' be seen.
'Robot Intelligence' not in doubt.
Exceeds our own, inside and out.

The life-blood of our modern world
is cash that shows that we have 'earned'.
We are haemorrhageing badly now.
It must be stemmed.
Do 'we' know how?

Have the 'Surgeons' taken vows
to our 'Black Queen'?
Who really Knows?

'Big Brother' is her favourite Son.
The war He's fought is almost won.
He watches and tracks our every motion.
With 'stealth' he follows in high resolution.

The Brown Crusader, Obama too,
are in her bed.
(I thought you knew)

Ven ....
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Please check out - 'Visions Of The Future Past'
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