We are living in an abstract world

We’re living in a world that’s being sterilised by architecture. Inspiration, dreams and ambitions are being quelled by changing our surroundings. Art, Beauty, Inspiration and Positivity are all being gently and quietly removed from our consciousness.

Sounds a bit Wah-Wah-WHOO! – EH?? – Well listen to the audio below, follow along with the poem/lyrics and simply ‘reflect’.

Why is art hushed low in the roar of the street,
Where concrete and commerce so clinically meet?
Why are our buildings no longer raised high
As cathedrals of craft that once dazzled the sky?

Why do the doorways stand silent and plain,
Uncarved by devotion, untouched by the vein
Of artisans pouring their spirit in wood,
As once in the centuries proudly they stood?

Why do the windows stare empty and bare,
Without stained-glass stories suspended in air?
Why does the stonework lie lifeless and cold,
No flourished adornment, no filigreed fold?

Why is the pipework exposed without grace,
Like veins of a body stripped out of its place?
Why must efficiency banish delight,
And function extinguish the warmth of the light?

Why is a house just a box with a door,
A number, a lock, and a laminated floor?
Where once it was poetry shaped into space,
With cornices curling in elegant lace.

Why do the statues that rise in our squares
Seem twisted by anguish, consumed by their stares?
Like fragments of nightmares welded in steel,
More eager to wound than to soothe or to heal.

Why do the fountains no longer sing
With sculpted cherubs on crystalline wing?
Why do the stations where thousands convene
Resemble a sketch of a half-formed machine?

We rush through terminals sterile and wide,
Where beauty and wonder have quietly died.
We live in abstraction of angles and screens,
In grayscale reflections of digital dreams.

The curves have been straightened, the colors subdued,
The language of ornament deemed crude.
We trade sacred craft for the cheapest design,
And call it progression by modern outline.

Yet still in the hush of a twilight-lit street,
The hunger for splendor and harmony beats.
For deep in the marrow, the spirit still yearns
For arches and frescoes and hand-carved returns.

Perhaps in the cracks of this abstract age,
New artists will step to the unvarnished stage.
To marry the useful with luminous art,
And build us a world where both dwell in the heart.

Copyright © Ven Bunce  2026

 

 

Satan-God-Love-Hate

A Poem/Song in the ‘progressive rock’ style of the 70’s.
Telling the story of the fight between God & Satan – Good & Evil – Love & Hate! How War has been used and abused by ‘both’ God and Satan in their war that stretches into infinity unless Humanity finds and unleashes it’s God-Given-POWER! Called LOVE!

 

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Britain and Europe
Preparing For War!
Husbands Conscripted!
Wives Too!
Mortgage can’t be paid.
It’s a Homeless life for You!

Could be ‘The Plan’ ??
Not a Fight for Freedom!
But just another chain
In the Socialist Fiefdom.

Since Man first stepped
On this Earth So Blue.
He’s fought his Wars
For Me and You!

But God was all powerful
Training His Children,
To defend themselves,
Against the Evil kingdom.

Then Along Came Satan
With eyes Red with Greed.
He observed that these armies
Could fulfil His need!

Control Of Humanity…
His ultimate goal.
Social Hypnosis
His favourite tool.

He’d turn every man
Woman and Child,
Into worker-drones
He’d abuse and defile.

But God was all powerful
Training His Children,
To defend themselves,
Against the Evil kingdom.

Satan acknowledged that Love was the key.
That God used it wisely – Effectively.
So how could it be turned – to nurture hate!
Divide and conquer – both man and mate?

Love! is now – abused as a word.
Love Ya – Now common, sounding absurd.
Society all at each others throat,
the word ‘love’ thrown about
like a worn out coat.

Love Ya, Make Love,
We hear all the time.
The Meaning and Power!
Now Lost! – in the brine!

But God was all powerful
Training His Children,
To defend themselves,
Against the Evil kingdom.

The Power of Love
was meant to heal.
But Satan appeared,
And Love! He would Steal!

Britain and Europe
Preparing For War!
Not to defend Us
from Evil’s Claw.

But to secure our future
Behind a socialist door.

But God was all powerful
Training His Children,
To defend themselves,
Against the Evil kingdom.

Go Out And Find Love Once More,
It’s The Feeling You Get from Life’s Own Chord.
The Tingle up Your Neuro-Spine
Between Your Ears And Eyes,

Is all the proof You’ll ever need
That Love’s shed it’s evil disguise……..

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Copyright © Ven Bunce  2025

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Where the Welsh Castles Dream

In Wales there’s a saying; “You can’t drive or walk twenty miles without seeing a castle” .. Probably True, but there are certainly numerous myths & legends surrounding them all – Here is a Celtic poem/folk song to accompany those tales.

 

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Beneath the moonlit castle stones we wander hand in hand,
Where ghosts and whispered legends drift across the ancient land.
A White Lady walks the ramparts with a sorrow-softened sigh,
But love outshines her haunting as the night wind passes by.

So take my hand and walk with me
Where the Welsh castles dream by the silver sea.
Let the old world fade in the rising moon,
For our hearts write a song that the stars will soon
Carry over stone and stream—
You and I where the Welsh castles dream.

They speak of hidden tunnels where the secret footsteps glide,
But the only path I follow is the one beside your side.
Though warriors sleep in caverns deep, awaiting battle’s call,
My heart awakes for you alone within these timeless walls.

So take my hand and walk with me
Where the Welsh castles dream by the silver sea.
Let the old world fade in the rising moon,
For our hearts write a song that the stars will soon
Carry over stone and stream—
You and I where the Welsh castles dream.

A dragon stirs beneath the ground, its embered breath unseen,
Yet still you warm my spirit more than flames have ever been.
The ‘Tylwyth Teg’ play silver harps beyond the mortal view,
But none of all their magic holds a light as bright as you.

So take my hand and walk with me
Where the Welsh castles dream by the silver sea.
Let the old world fade in the rising moon,
For our hearts write a song that the stars will soon
Carry over stone and stream—
You and I where the Welsh castles dream.

Let phantom armies march and fade,
Let shadows roam the battlements they made.
For love outlives the tales of old,
Stronger than the stones and bolder than the cold.

So take my hand and stay with me
Where the Welsh castles dream by the silver sea.
Let the legends sleep in the rising dawn,
For our hearts will endure when the ghosts are gone.
Carry this through every dream—
You and I where the Welsh castles dream.
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Copyright © Ven Bunce  2025

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Lady Kate With The Diamond Eyes

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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…………

Copyright © Ven Bunce 1987

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The Lonely Youtuber’s Journey

 

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** An Ode To A Lonely Youtuber **

The dream of fame on a glowing screen,
A life where the camera makes you seen.
But shadows linger behind the show,
Cons of YouTube the world should know.

Unstable income, a shifting tide,
One month it swells, the next it hides.
Sponsorships vanish, views may fall,
No steady paycheck to trust at all.

The algorithm, a fickle king,
It lifts, it drops, it snaps your string.
What worked today may fail tonight,
Your growth depends on hidden might.

Burnout waits with a heavy hand,
Content demanded on quick command.
Ideas drain, the spark feels weak,
Exhaustion silences the voice you seek.

Privacy fades as numbers climb,
Strangers intrude, erase the line.
A name exposed, an address revealed,
Safety and peace are often sealed.

Trolls throw daggers in comment threads,
Cruelty echoes in words they’ve said.
Mental wounds that cut so deep,
Stealing the joy you hoped to keep.

Competition crowds the space,
A million voices, a single place.
To stand apart, to claim the stage,
Feels like a war you’re forced to wage.

Time runs thin in the endless race,
Editing hours that few embrace.
Filming, planning, posting too,
Consumes the days before you knew.

Trends collapse without a sign,
Careers cut short in fleeting time.
A channel thrives, then disappears,
Lost in the churn of shifting years.

Copyright strikes, a sudden blow,
For music played or clips you show.
Demonetized, your work undone,
By rules unclear to anyone.

And costs climb high before the start,
Cameras, lights, and software carts.
Investments made with fragile hope,
On a road that’s steep, with little rope.

So while the spotlight may look bright,
The path is rough, both day and night.
Behind the fame, these truths remain,
The YouTuber’s life brings joy—and pain.

Copyright © Ven Bunce  2025

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** The Happy YouTuber **

A canvas wide, with colors free,
Where thoughts can bloom for all to see.
No gatekeeper, no voice to shun,
Creation’s path is yours begun.

Across the seas your stories flow,
To hearts and minds you’ll never know.
A single clip, a fleeting spark,
Can light a flame and leave its mark.

From humble posts the coins may rise,
Through ads and brands and viewers’ ties.
A hobby turns, with steady climb,
Into a craft, a wage, a time.

The skills you weave with each new show,
In edit, speak, and frame will grow.
A storyteller learns his art,
Each upload builds a stronger part.

A circle forms, both near and far,
A loyal crowd beneath your star.
Together bound by shared delight,
They lift your voice, your dreams take flight.

No ticking clock commands your day,
You choose the path, the work, the play.
Flex freedom’s gift, both slow and fast,
The pace you set is made to last.

No towers high, no fees to pay,
A phone in hand can start the way.
A net, a spark, a vision true,
The world is open, waiting you.

From screen to stage, the doors swing wide,
New ventures wait on every side.
A brand, a book, a chance to speak,
Fame’s ripple finds the bold who seek.

A timid voice may learn to sing,
And courage grows from fragile wing.
Through trials, fails, and lessons earned,
A brighter, stronger self is turned.

The echoes last when clips are done,
Your words may guide a struggling one.
To teach, inspire, or bring some cheer,
Your mark may linger year to year.

Catch Ya Later …..

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Copyright © Ven Bunce  2025

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The Beginning Of Time

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Please  ‘Play’  The Audio/Video Above And Follow Along With The Words Below.

In the beginning—only void,
No sound, no touch, no light employed.
A prison dark, oblivion’s keep,
Where silence reigned and time lay asleep.

Electrons drifted, cold, alone,
Negative sparks without a home.
They yearned for charge, a counterforce,
A spark of life to guide their course.

Then came imagination’s flame,
A positive thought, a shaping name.
From dream to dream, it wove the air,
Creating worlds that were not there.

Time awoke where none had been,
A rhythm pulsed, a hidden spin.
Equations formed, a ticking scheme,
To pace the dance of every dream.

But still those visions, vast, confined,
Were shadows locked inside the mind.
Until one spark grew bold, alive,
And dreamed of ways that form might thrive.

It dreamt vibration, subtle sound,
A trembling echo all around.
Music arose, a cosmic tune,
A heartbeat under endless gloom.

The beat grew faster, fierce, complete,
Electron clashed with charged heartbeat.
Expansion surged, the silence torn—
And in that song, the cosmos born.
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The Chord-Of-Life‘ was given
For Peace And Harmony.
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Catch Ya Later……

Ven Bunce ..

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Are You A Poet Or A Story-Teller?

Poet Or Story-Teller?

Please Take; The ‘Red Pill‘ Or The ‘Blue Pill

The Poet is a rare animal, they are the conduit for lost Souls, forgotten Souls, and Souls that had unfinished business here on Earth.

“Poetry is the Reflection of a Long-Forgotten Soul” by Ven Bunce.

Many people think poetry is just sitting down and putting stories-to-rhyme, and in some cases that may be so, but poetry is much more than that. Poetry is the out-pouring of a Soul that has passed over to the ‘other side’, has seen the truth, the hidden truths about this experience here on earth, for Humans in particular, and needs to Warn us or Advise us about our present and our future.

A Poet may not even ‘like’ poetry or poets, and may not even like writing in particular. (though of course these days we also have digital audio and video to assist). So how does a Poet become a Poet?

To start with, a poet will always have an enquiring mind, a mind that is always looking for the truth behind everything they see and hear. They more often than not have a very ‘positive’ disposition which generates the ‘energy’ that the lost Souls can identify with, or else they would search aimlessly for the right minds to use as their conduit. A Lucky Dip would not be a good outcome.

So how do these Souls enter the minds of a potential poet? It can be through coincidence, a broken dream, daydream, or simply sitting down Doodling with a pen/pencil and paper (The preferred way). Try it, sit and doodle, write whatever comes into your head. Don’t ‘think’ about what to write or draw, “just do it” as a very successful entrepreneur once said.

If you sit down and think ‘too hard’ about your message to the world you will probably write a good, entertaining, informative story, more often than not it will be put to rhyme, but it won’t be Poetry, it will be a Story. It can still be called poetry of course, but this is the difference between Poetry and Story-Telling. One comes ‘through’ the Soul, the other comes ‘from’ the Mind. The Poet is fed from space/time/ether. The other is fed from experiences/memories/interactions. Both are valid forms of entertainment and deliverance of messages, but only the Poet has the messages for our well-being now and for the future.

Poetry can of course be misinterpreted just as every other writing that has ever occurred, and the best example of this is ‘The Holy Bible’ probably the most abused book ever written. Charlatans, Do-Gooders, Narcissists, Religious Leaders/Workers are just ‘some’ of the people who will twist the words written into meaning what ‘they wish’ them to mean.

Poetry, real poetry, written in rhyme, accesses our Soul directly with the use of simple, even child-like verse that our ‘mind’ (the gate-keeper) let’s through unhindered because it appears too innocent to be a danger. It is then digested and becomes an active belief. Some would call it Enlightenment, or an Awakening, others would call it Love. The True Meaning Of LOVE of course, not the romantic version, or the most common “Love You” at the end of every mobile phone conversation.

Love is an energy, it creates all the good things in life and it ‘must’ be enabled in every human Soul if our species is to thrive now, and in the future. Music, Art, Literature, Social interaction are all positive traits that keep the ‘Love Energy’ flowing through our Minds, our Souls and the Ether. We do this by reading the right literature, listening to the right music, and socialising with our family and friends on a regular basis. We also do this by meeting potential Love-Interests on a one-to-one, face-to-face basis and not through the Social Media as is prevalent right now.

Social Media, while convenient, and very good at feeding the endorphins that your Brain and your Mind CRAVE more than anything else is a totally Negative concept. It fills your Brain with calculated (often negative) messages that enter your Mind, and potentially your Soul via the ‘endorphins’ that you/we So desire above all else (Sub-Consciously). All those ‘likes’ ‘hearts’ ‘shares’ etc, etc are ALL designed to FEED those Endorphins with as many negative messages as possible. They are the ‘Feel-Good Cookies’ that we are fed to ‘take the medicine’. Remember at school, inoculations were often given with a sugar-cube? The same principle applies here, and Social Media should be treated with Sincere Scepticism.

The same can be said for Dating Apps/Sites where we are ALL now openly encouraged to go to find our potential partner/spouse/lover, rather than meet strangers in clubs, pubs, cinema, theatre, sporting events, etc, etc. Whether you want to believe it or not, it’s a totally Negative Experience. It uses those old Endorphins yet again to TRAP you into often very negative situations where the end result is usually just an exchange of Sex.

You see a profile picture ‘you like’, you read stuff that again ‘you like’, you make contact, they reply, again ‘You Like’ …. those endorphins are RUSHING through your brain now, the excitement is building and you can’t WAIT to get to see the person (in person) but all too often it’s a complete let-down as their profile was all a load of tosh, written to persuade potential ‘victims’ to make contact and be manipulated one way or another.

Now I know there are exceptions to the rule and there have been many successful relationships built from online contact. But the facts ARE that more often-than-not these meetings leave a nasty taste in the mouth. It’s yet another negative experience which attacks your mind, and potentially your Soul. You become wary of everyone, you withdraw, you become anxious, even depressed because you think you’re doing the right thing, but it all ends in tears. Sometimes it gets so bad that Suicide seems the only way OUT of the ‘Rat-Trap’. Social Media was designed as the BIGGEST Rat Trap in the World and we ALL took the bait – The ‘Feel-Good Cookie’.

Spit it OUT right now, and turn it to Your Advantage. Use Social Media knowing what it is, and how it’s controlling your every thought, feeling and action, then feed it with your Positivity. Don’t react to negative comments, statements, pictures and memes. Simply ignore them even though it’s very difficult, you must discipline yourself to refrain from taking the cookie, the endorphin-rush of getting involved in a debate that’s only going one way – Down-hill.

OK you say, what’s this got to do with Poetry and Poets? ……
The Poets can feed Social Media with their positive rhymes and because these can enter the minds and souls of other social media users unhindered, those positive messages will be digested and reside in the psyche of the recipients and hopefully build up a resistance to the Negativity that abounds throughout Social Media as a whole. It’s not guaranteed, but it’s a good start.

To find out if You are a Poet at heart and believe you’d like to generate the ‘Love Energy’ to help humanity, then just sit down on your own in a quiet area where you’ll not be disturbed, with a pen and some paper. Close your eyes and just start repeating the word ‘relax’ in your minds eye. After a minute or two, open your eyes and start doodling and writing freely everything that comes into your head, no matter what that might be. When you think you’ve written down all that appeared in your mind, go back over it all and try to write it in rhyme. You’ll be surprised just how easy that will be.

If it seems too hard, don’t worry about it. Put your thoughts/writings away safely and come back to it another day. Your subconscious mind is a powerful ally and will come to your aid when you do it again. Put aside half an hour a day at least for this exercise, but don’t try too hard or all you’ll get will be stories and not Poetry.

If after a few days things aren’t working for you, then sorry to say, but you’re probably not in a positive enough frame of mind (Too much Social Media again I suspect) Whatever else you do, don’t give up on your quest. Everyone has the potential to be a Musician, Artist, Writer or a Poet. In the case of a Poet not a Story-Teller (Writer) it is imperative that you first clear your mind and allow only Positive Energy future access.

Good Luck, and persevere, it’s a wonderful world which we Must Not Lose to the ‘Dark forces’ of Social Media and the ‘New World Order’.

So, Are You a Poet or a Writer?

Ven Bunce

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