Friday, 8 September 2017

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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Monday, 10 July 2017

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.



Our mind poisoned, gets confused.
It’s ready now to be abused.
Harder now to contemplate,
protecting the king of the great white gate.


The Black Kings Bishop took the guilt.
Now through aids, we all could wilt.
The Black Queen wrings her hands with glee.
Through her gate, we’ll go for free.

The world of entertainment,
music, and the arts.
Are where the chord is strongest,
they play life's leading parts.

They’re on the front line don’t you see.
Forging out our destiny.
to heal the poisoned heaven above.

When we clean our blood (society)
and all can act quite positively.
Live through our clearer minds once more.
Eternal peace will come for sure.

Immunity, in the heaven above,
is fully dependent on our love.

Immunity in society, is in our minds.
Though we can’t see.
It’s called our personality.

Are we content to sit and wait
as the Black Queen pulls us through her gate ?
Clear your mind, and you will find,
the antidote to save mankind.

The rest of us have learned `despise`,
as we look at aids through the Black Knights eyes.
We have to be strong and stand our ground.

It acts as our immunity,
if we back it up with loyalty.
If aids we cannot tolerate,
we will ALL pass
through the Black Kings gate.

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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Cheers ..... Ven.

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Thursday, 6 July 2017

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' ?)


Ven Bunce




Saturday, 29 April 2017

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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Please check out; 'Visions Of The Future Past' Here!











Tuesday, 7 March 2017

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'. 
(Can't find it? Click Here! :-)


Catch you later ...... Ven.

Saturday, 4 March 2017

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' Here!

Sunday, 26 February 2017

Folley Of Life.


The folley of life, I hear you say.
Is as plain as night, as clear as day.

We are just an accident
on an alien blue moon,
and the way that we are going,
we’ll be gone too soon.


But the folley of life
is a mind in its own.
The name of the force
by which we are shown.

It’s here in the form of imagination.
One mans folley - is another mans station.


We see the folleys all around.
Often standing on lonely ground.
Where brilliant men would sit and ponder.
Where White Scams come,
and make them wonder.


Wondering through this ageless time,
gave them visions, so sublime.

They could really see quite clearly,
that this blue moon
views us VERY dearly.


Some call it inspiration.
Others call it love.
Whatever you call it be assured.
It’s brought down from above.


Why do the folley's look so strange ?
Their forms often defy us ?
They were built from plans in one mans mind,
to house the scams that guide mankind.
So he could sit and contemplate,
defenses of the White Kings gate.


His inspiration. Love of life.
Often caused him trouble.
Most would call him really strange,
but our futures he would re-arrange.


Genius - is often used,
to describe these men who were abused.
We couldn’t understand their mind,
as they struggled on to save mankind.


People will now buy these folley's.
They know what will await them.
These scams of generations past
find peace in their to form the cast.
To play lifes game and make it last.


When you see a folley sing and cheer.
The fate of the world could be waiting there.
Know this, and appreciate.


They are the rooks of the great white gate.
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Please check out; 'Visions Of The Future Past' Here!