Notes on physics.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Excerpts From My Notes On Physics
Excerpts From My Notes On Physics
Some notes go back to 1984 while I was
working at Stanford University in the
physics department.
This first exserpt is from 2000
while I was doing research on Medical Marijuana potency.
Sonic Reactor R&D.
The sonic reactor amplifies the ultraviolet (X Rays) and infrared
photospectrums with 3D biosonic radiation.
3D biosonic / photospectrum reactor chamber.
Radiation
Yes No
*
1. For potency R&D and related testing.
2. Sonic / spectrum radiation testing for sterilization.
3. Static noise radiation(black,grey,white,colored)
and natural (random & unrandom) rhythem correlation
to light wave photospectrums, as related to potency research.
4. Each cycle will vary in duration with the increase / decrease
of the over all power output level,
of the 3D biosonic / photospectrum reactor chamber.
The power level changes coupled with the duration of
each cycle, will directly effect the potency of the medical THC.
(see test results)
5. Note: The higher the .../min.0 /] on the atomic analog rotary
clock switch,the lower the power reactor output& vise/versa.
(see atomic clock)
6. The radiation from the reactor chamber is infrared,
ultraviolet, X ray and 3D ultrasonic.
The combination of these three radiations in varied degrees
pointed at a single target, can be more than dangerous.
However, for my research very small amounts of this
radiation called: 3D biosonic / photo-spectrum radiation
is used, as in all other medical uses.
Quantum Leap.
7. To increase potency of THC,
the electrons in the atoms must be stimulated
by emissions of radiation, until they leap to higher
orbits. (Under the same formula as astrophysics)
where they will remain while increasing the life of the atom.
8. Using plutonium 241 (plutonium 238 bombarded
with high energy helium,used for medical research)
and infrared ultraviolet and 3D ultrasonic radiation.
Will stimulate the electrons when used in precise
combinations and strengths.
Excerpt #2. From 1999.
When sound speeds up, it becomes light.
And when sound slows down, it becomes matter.
Sound (sonics / 3D ultrasonics) is the key element
in light to matter and matter to light conversion.
Distance creates time. And both time and distance
create space. As the earth orbits the sun,
the distance it travels (motion&/or movement)
through space creates time.
Time is only relative to its perspective
location as it relates to its own perspective in the galaxy.
The closer you get to the center of the galaxy
(a black hole) the slower time moves, the shorter the distance
and the smaller the space.
All black holes implode and then explode again,
thus creating galaxies.
Under the same formula of a beating heart.
That is to say that when the whole prosses is sped
up in the minds eye, it appears much like a pump.
I believe that a black hole sucks in the whole
galaxy and then explodes outward as matter
forming a new galaxy, which gets sucked into its black hole
until it again explodes repeteing the cycle.
I believe that it is the left over matter of the explosion
of our own black hole the center of our galaxy
(which most people in the physics world believe to be
from a larger big bang beginning) that the physics world
is finding as a sign of the "Big Bang"
Excerpt # 3. From 2001 From a letter.
Would very much like to converse with you
on the theoretical applied aspects of faster than light travel.
It's a rare opportunity to bounce ideas off a
learned man such as yourself
...more of this one latter....
Excerpt # 4. From 12/19/2000.
Right now I am working on a project involving
research and development (R&D) of high potency
medical cannabis. To increase the potency and
strength of the cannabis, I had to develop a hybrid
technology combining light wave spectrums and 3D ultrasonics.
Stimulated by emissions of radiation from plutonium 241
(plutonium 238 bombarded with high energy helium)
which is used for medical research and ionization technology
(smoke detectors) I had to stimulate the electrons within each
of the 4 atoms in the THC molecule, until they quantum leaped
to higher orbits around their nucleuses.
Under the same formula in astrophysics as related
to planets &/or satellites orbiting stars or planets.
The higher the orbit the longer the life span & positive charge.
So it is with electrons orbiting nucleuses, the higher
(more positivly charged) the quantum leap,
the more potent & longer lasting freshness.
3D ultrasonics works with light wave spectrums
(x ray, ultraviolet, infrared) I had to design engineer
a 3D (3 dimensional) biosonic /photospectrum reactor to
cause the quantum leap. This leap is the first step towards
light to matter and matter to light conversion.
A lot of my backround in physics I got while working at
Stanford University physics department in 1984 on the Ronald
(partical beam Raygun) Reagan Star Wars Project which also
was heavily tied in with Lawrence Livermore Labs.
The rest I call improvisasional physics based on theoretical
intuitive knowledge.
Excerpt # 5. From 2001.
Artificial Gravity.
Ultrasonics & 3D ultrasonics as related to the tone
generated by photons with respect to each spectrum
and its matter to light conversion rate (MLCR)
as it directly relates to sonic speed and direction.
1. 3D ultrasonic storage ring.
2. Super 3D ultrasonic accelerator/deaccelerator
(GRAVITATIONAL VORTEX)
When light slows down it becomes sound.
When sound slows down it becomes matter.
While slowing down the ultraharmonics of all 12 tones
3 dimensionaly spiraling downward,while simultaneously
spiraling upward gaining in speed.
Within a solid crystal sphere
(about the sizeof a large marball)
when targeted on by 3D ultrasonics
(all 24 tones spiraling 12 up &12 down)
at the center of the sphere, there will be
a gravitational vortex changing light to matter & vise/versa.
First the light waves will start in the ultraspectrum
(not seen by the eye) as itgradualy changes from light to matter.
As the light changes to the visable spectrum you will note
that the color of the light has a purple tint to it. This has nothing
to dowith the ultraviolet spectrum & has more to do with
the same reason why stars moving away from earth shift
to the red spectrum and stars coming toward
the earth shift to the blue spectrum.
Excerpt # 6. From 11/30/2000.
ATOMIC ANALOG ROTARY CLOCK SWITCH.
1. The AARCS(atomic analog rotary clock switch)
controls both the power output and the cycle duration
of the 3D biosonic/photospectrum reactor chamber.
The AARCS radiogenesis standard time, military time,
and universal coordinated time.
2. Atomic clock power source: radiogenesis
uCi 1.0 Microcure, radioactive Americium
(plutonium 241) 3.70 X 10 4 (ten to the fourth power)
disintergrations per second.
The power range and cycles are as follows:
High 10 on the AARCS is low power in the
3D ultrasonic reactor chamber.
Low 10 on theAARCS is high power in the chamber.
At high 10 (low power) the AARCS is 10.../min
(ten revolutions per minute. At medium 7-7 1/4,
the AARCS is 1.0-.05.../min.
(1 to 0 revolutions per minute)
Excerpt # 7. From 9/10/2001.
Temporal Navigation
Where time and anti-time meet,
there will be found gravitation.
Within the gravitational vortex there is all time and no time.
There is no movement without time and space.
Yet, there is time outside of space and movement.......
more later.......
Excerpt # 8. From 1984.
Storage Ring.
From the electron gun (which is as long as a football field)
electrons are shot into a storage ring
(also the size and shape ofa football field.
These electrons moving at 99.999999999% the speed of light,
continue to move inside the ring for 72 hours at which time
the electrons slow down to99.999999998% the speed of light
and continueto slow down to 99,999999996% the speed of light.
For the purpose of research, electrons are only good at
99.999999999% the speed of light.
During the first 72 hours.
Excerpt # 9. From 1984.Particle Beam.
Curently working on the Ronald Reagen
(Ronald Ray-gun) Star Wars project at StanfordUniversity.
Electrons moving 99.999999999% the speed of light within
a storage ring are amplified byhigh emissions of radiation.
_____amplified radiation /beam / ========= OO * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * electron
gun* ** * * * * * * * * * storage ringSee notes on physics continued for diagram.
The amplified electrons create a particle beamwhich can be seen as dark blue.
Excerpt # 10. 1984 Shrinking down the monster
Size of two football fields) to fit into a satellite.
(Not possible with this design)
A better design is to use 5 satellites orbiting the earth
as the storage ring. Each satellite to be used as both
electrongun and amplified sorce of radiation.
Each satellite can be aimed at (?)
object and fired individually or all at once and/or
each satellite can fire on its own target.
more on this later..........
© 2003 Angel De Fuego
Some notes go back to 1984 while I was
working at Stanford University in the
physics department.
This first exserpt is from 2000
while I was doing research on Medical Marijuana potency.
Sonic Reactor R&D.
The sonic reactor amplifies the ultraviolet (X Rays) and infrared
photospectrums with 3D biosonic radiation.
3D biosonic / photospectrum reactor chamber.
Radiation
Yes No
*
1. For potency R&D and related testing.
2. Sonic / spectrum radiation testing for sterilization.
3. Static noise radiation(black,grey,white,colored)
and natural (random & unrandom) rhythem correlation
to light wave photospectrums, as related to potency research.
4. Each cycle will vary in duration with the increase / decrease
of the over all power output level,
of the 3D biosonic / photospectrum reactor chamber.
The power level changes coupled with the duration of
each cycle, will directly effect the potency of the medical THC.
(see test results)
5. Note: The higher the .../min.0 /] on the atomic analog rotary
clock switch,the lower the power reactor output& vise/versa.
(see atomic clock)
6. The radiation from the reactor chamber is infrared,
ultraviolet, X ray and 3D ultrasonic.
The combination of these three radiations in varied degrees
pointed at a single target, can be more than dangerous.
However, for my research very small amounts of this
radiation called: 3D biosonic / photo-spectrum radiation
is used, as in all other medical uses.
Quantum Leap.
7. To increase potency of THC,
the electrons in the atoms must be stimulated
by emissions of radiation, until they leap to higher
orbits. (Under the same formula as astrophysics)
where they will remain while increasing the life of the atom.
8. Using plutonium 241 (plutonium 238 bombarded
with high energy helium,used for medical research)
and infrared ultraviolet and 3D ultrasonic radiation.
Will stimulate the electrons when used in precise
combinations and strengths.
Excerpt #2. From 1999.
When sound speeds up, it becomes light.
And when sound slows down, it becomes matter.
Sound (sonics / 3D ultrasonics) is the key element
in light to matter and matter to light conversion.
Distance creates time. And both time and distance
create space. As the earth orbits the sun,
the distance it travels (motion&/or movement)
through space creates time.
Time is only relative to its perspective
location as it relates to its own perspective in the galaxy.
The closer you get to the center of the galaxy
(a black hole) the slower time moves, the shorter the distance
and the smaller the space.
All black holes implode and then explode again,
thus creating galaxies.
Under the same formula of a beating heart.
That is to say that when the whole prosses is sped
up in the minds eye, it appears much like a pump.
I believe that a black hole sucks in the whole
galaxy and then explodes outward as matter
forming a new galaxy, which gets sucked into its black hole
until it again explodes repeteing the cycle.
I believe that it is the left over matter of the explosion
of our own black hole the center of our galaxy
(which most people in the physics world believe to be
from a larger big bang beginning) that the physics world
is finding as a sign of the "Big Bang"
Excerpt # 3. From 2001 From a letter.
Would very much like to converse with you
on the theoretical applied aspects of faster than light travel.
It's a rare opportunity to bounce ideas off a
learned man such as yourself
...more of this one latter....
Excerpt # 4. From 12/19/2000.
Right now I am working on a project involving
research and development (R&D) of high potency
medical cannabis. To increase the potency and
strength of the cannabis, I had to develop a hybrid
technology combining light wave spectrums and 3D ultrasonics.
Stimulated by emissions of radiation from plutonium 241
(plutonium 238 bombarded with high energy helium)
which is used for medical research and ionization technology
(smoke detectors) I had to stimulate the electrons within each
of the 4 atoms in the THC molecule, until they quantum leaped
to higher orbits around their nucleuses.
Under the same formula in astrophysics as related
to planets &/or satellites orbiting stars or planets.
The higher the orbit the longer the life span & positive charge.
So it is with electrons orbiting nucleuses, the higher
(more positivly charged) the quantum leap,
the more potent & longer lasting freshness.
3D ultrasonics works with light wave spectrums
(x ray, ultraviolet, infrared) I had to design engineer
a 3D (3 dimensional) biosonic /photospectrum reactor to
cause the quantum leap. This leap is the first step towards
light to matter and matter to light conversion.
A lot of my backround in physics I got while working at
Stanford University physics department in 1984 on the Ronald
(partical beam Raygun) Reagan Star Wars Project which also
was heavily tied in with Lawrence Livermore Labs.
The rest I call improvisasional physics based on theoretical
intuitive knowledge.
Excerpt # 5. From 2001.
Artificial Gravity.
Ultrasonics & 3D ultrasonics as related to the tone
generated by photons with respect to each spectrum
and its matter to light conversion rate (MLCR)
as it directly relates to sonic speed and direction.
1. 3D ultrasonic storage ring.
2. Super 3D ultrasonic accelerator/deaccelerator
(GRAVITATIONAL VORTEX)
When light slows down it becomes sound.
When sound slows down it becomes matter.
While slowing down the ultraharmonics of all 12 tones
3 dimensionaly spiraling downward,while simultaneously
spiraling upward gaining in speed.
Within a solid crystal sphere
(about the sizeof a large marball)
when targeted on by 3D ultrasonics
(all 24 tones spiraling 12 up &12 down)
at the center of the sphere, there will be
a gravitational vortex changing light to matter & vise/versa.
First the light waves will start in the ultraspectrum
(not seen by the eye) as itgradualy changes from light to matter.
As the light changes to the visable spectrum you will note
that the color of the light has a purple tint to it. This has nothing
to dowith the ultraviolet spectrum & has more to do with
the same reason why stars moving away from earth shift
to the red spectrum and stars coming toward
the earth shift to the blue spectrum.
Excerpt # 6. From 11/30/2000.
ATOMIC ANALOG ROTARY CLOCK SWITCH.
1. The AARCS(atomic analog rotary clock switch)
controls both the power output and the cycle duration
of the 3D biosonic/photospectrum reactor chamber.
The AARCS radiogenesis standard time, military time,
and universal coordinated time.
2. Atomic clock power source: radiogenesis
uCi 1.0 Microcure, radioactive Americium
(plutonium 241) 3.70 X 10 4 (ten to the fourth power)
disintergrations per second.
The power range and cycles are as follows:
High 10 on the AARCS is low power in the
3D ultrasonic reactor chamber.
Low 10 on theAARCS is high power in the chamber.
At high 10 (low power) the AARCS is 10.../min
(ten revolutions per minute. At medium 7-7 1/4,
the AARCS is 1.0-.05.../min.
(1 to 0 revolutions per minute)
Excerpt # 7. From 9/10/2001.
Temporal Navigation
Where time and anti-time meet,
there will be found gravitation.
Within the gravitational vortex there is all time and no time.
There is no movement without time and space.
Yet, there is time outside of space and movement.......
more later.......
Excerpt # 8. From 1984.
Storage Ring.
From the electron gun (which is as long as a football field)
electrons are shot into a storage ring
(also the size and shape ofa football field.
These electrons moving at 99.999999999% the speed of light,
continue to move inside the ring for 72 hours at which time
the electrons slow down to99.999999998% the speed of light
and continueto slow down to 99,999999996% the speed of light.
For the purpose of research, electrons are only good at
99.999999999% the speed of light.
During the first 72 hours.
Excerpt # 9. From 1984.Particle Beam.
Curently working on the Ronald Reagen
(Ronald Ray-gun) Star Wars project at StanfordUniversity.
Electrons moving 99.999999999% the speed of light within
a storage ring are amplified byhigh emissions of radiation.
_____amplified radiation /beam / ========= OO * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * electron
gun* ** * * * * * * * * * storage ringSee notes on physics continued for diagram.
The amplified electrons create a particle beamwhich can be seen as dark blue.
Excerpt # 10. 1984 Shrinking down the monster
Size of two football fields) to fit into a satellite.
(Not possible with this design)
A better design is to use 5 satellites orbiting the earth
as the storage ring. Each satellite to be used as both
electrongun and amplified sorce of radiation.
Each satellite can be aimed at (?)
object and fired individually or all at once and/or
each satellite can fire on its own target.
more on this later..........
© 2003 Angel De Fuego
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
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Angel De Fuego
The Links above
were part of my main
page called:
Artistic Temperament
NOTICE
My new main blog is called
BloGGod
To go there, click HERE
To read more about
bipolar disorder go
to my main page.
To read my poetry
scroll down.
The Sonnets Of Faith
The Sonnets of Faith
These Sonnets have an (ABCDEF-FEDCBA-GG)
rhyme scheme. And were written in 2002 in USA.
#1
How then shall I increase my doubtless faith,
Since without faith,I can not please the Lord?
Then let my faith increase without measure,
So that the Lord may also then be pleased,
Save where does this faith in the Lord come from,
If not from the same Lord whom it does please?
Then for His own pleasure let Him increase,
My faith according to His wanting some,
And let His holy pleasure be increased,
By His faith in me,to give Him pleasure,
Which He as God could easily afford,
Without a payment to death's doubtful wreath,
Strengthen my faith Lord,that we both may be,
More pleased by what my eyes,still can not see.
#2
If faith is belief without evidence,
Then is it without merit to see God,
While being alive on this earthen plane?
Or if I hear His voice,what use have I,
Of faith,which He requires now of me?
And yet I see Him working in my life,
In times of hardship and in times of strife,
An answer to my prayer then makes me see,
The form of Him moving,which I can spy,
The silhouette of Him,my faith to gain,
While on this earth my spirit has to trod,
After His holy shadow,for guidance,
He shows Himself to me just long enough,
To spark my belief,not to call His bluff.
#3
The mustard seed,without a doubt is small,
Yet big enough to move a large mountain,
Even casting the mountain in the sea,
By faith,compared to such a tiny seed,
Then what about faith,bigger than a man,
Or bigger than the mountain it can move?
Or what about a faith so big,would prove,
That men are gods,and all they try,they can?
And they have everything,they have no need,
They live with God for all eternity,
And brilliantly shine brighter than the sun,
Together praising their God,one in all,
A faith so great as this,we all should have,
To move large mountains,and our souls to save.
#4
Through faith,I wear a grin upon my face,
Knowing that the Lord will never leave me,
He gives me strength,in times that I am weak,
I shall not fear,for He is at my side,
He fights for me,so I don't have to fight,
He hides me in His love,from all my foes,
And safely keeps me from life's bitter woes,
He shines through darkness,as my guiding light,
In Him,my soul shall evermore abide,
His countenance my eyes shall ever seek,
To look upon Him for eternity,
Forever are His mercies and His grace,
He makes my heart,through faith,in Him rejoice,
Although He's silent,still I hear His voice.
#5
If all I have to do is to believe,
And all things that I ask for,will come true,
Then I ask for more faith in Christ the Lord,
Believing I will get what I ask for,And that,
through more faith,the Lord will bless me,
And bless my home,and bless my lovely wife,
And bless my death,for what I've done in life,
And bless me throughout all eternity,
He'll bless me coming in and out the door,
He'll bless my every step,my every word,
He'll bless me from the start,and when I'm through,
He'll bless me in the morn,and in the eve,
Through faith,the Lord will bless me,day by day,
A gift,for which I'll never have to pay.
#6
The rich have faith in silver and in gold,
The poor have hope that they will become rich,
The wise have faith in their foolish wisdom,
The foolish hope that they will become wise,
The strong in body have faith in their strength,
The weak have hope that they will become strong,
The good have faith that they will do no wrong,
The bad hope they can cheat an extra length,
The living have faith that the dead will rise,
The dead hope to rise to heaven's Kingdom,
The old have faith in youth,their age to switch,
The youth have hope they never will grow old,
The more the faith,the more also the hope,
The less hoped for,the less the faith in scope.
#7
ILL doubt,why do you knock on my front door,
Knowing that the Lord is ever with me?
Did you forget,or maybe you are blind,
To see Him standing right here at my side?
You are crazy,or lost your mind I know,
To think that I will let you in somehow,
Dear faith has locked you out before,and now,
He left you standing right there in your woe,
Along with your dead friend,pale suicide,
Maybe together,both of you can find,
The devil hiding behind some small tree,
Convincing him,he'll die in his own war,
A war he started,from such prideful greed,
Makes for a stronger faith,a greater need.
#8
If I pray for faith,will I be tested,
Will trials and tribulations come my way?
The thought of praying for calamity,
Makes my soul tremble,and my mind a wreck,
Sometimes faith comes by praying for good things,
And when these prayers are answered,my faith's good,
Faith comes by hearing,by the word of God,
Through miracles,and all else the Lord brings,
Through hope and faith,my spirit has to trek,
To God,from birth,throughout eternity,
Counting on Him to love me every day,
Even though hard times,I have requested,
He promised not to treat me so unfair,
As to test me,more than my soul could bare.
#9
To practice faith,as though it were an art,
Will make the faithful master of his craft,
Never in doubt of his ability,
For creating the perfect masterpiece,
A painter on his canvas paints a scene,
Stroking with his brush,until made perfect,
Likewise the musician,his notes select,
Until he hears the piece he has foreseen,
And so the faithful,their faith must increase,
By practicing their doubtless artistry,
From just a line,the sketch turns final draft,
Just as a perfect faith,starts from the heart,
Turning doubtfulness into believing,
A masterpiece of faith,through practicing.
#10
To raise the dead,how much faith is needed,
Yet Peter did it,so then why not me?
Save that I have not seen the face of Christ,
Nor walked with Him,as Peter also did,
Then would it not be still a greater thing,
If I could restore life,to those are dead?
Not by my power,but the Lord's instead,
Lest I should be guilty then of boasting,
Or say,it's by my power,God forbid,
No man has such a power,nor a priest,
Save those with such a faith so great can see,
Beyond their death,being unconceited,
The answer then,is enough faith in I,
Believing that the dead,shall never die.
#11
Faith is just as simple as believing,
That you doubt the sun won't shine tomorrow,
For we all know,without a doubt it will,
No matter how hard we might think it won't,
To change a law of nature,we must have,
A higher law,in our faith to change it,
Coming from our heart,and from our spirit,
Just as our faith in Christ,our souls to save,
From hell,that we believe in or we don't,
Then there are laws that we believe in still,
That can be changed,if we believe somehow,
Changing the dead back into the living,
A harder thing than making the sun black,
Restoring life to those,whom life does lack.
#12
The hardest thing is to believe that God,
Could forgive me,for all the sins I've done,
Such evil things,I can not write them here,
Save that to say,of black magic and spells,
Sins that go beyond the ordinary,
That go into the dark Satanic realm,
With Lucifer himself,right at the helm,
Was driving me towards ill sorcery,
Into the center of death's prison cells,
A chamber full of hatred without fear,
A darkness without moon,and without sun,
In blackness I was made,each step to trod,
Until dear faith,there took me by my hand,
And led me back to God,His promised land.
#13
Without faith,how can there be any hope,
If faith is things hoped for,that are unseen?
Then should I hope for faith,to then believe,
That there's more in faith,than just to hope for?
Faith takes its stand upon a sturdy ground,
Believing that such ground shall never quake,
Hope standing the same ground,a chance does take,
Unsure that where it stands is truly sound,
Forgetting faith stood there moments before,
Faith knows for sure,what hope can not conceive,
But follows after faith,where faith has been,
Even through darkness,though it has to grope,
Hope is a shadow of a faith made pure,
Faith knows without a doubt,hope is unsure.
#14
I run to the Lord as fast as I can,
When being chased by the bully devil,
The Lord is my friend,like a big brother,
Who comes to my rescue,in times of need,
And when I'm in a hole,the Lord is there,
To toss the rope of faith,to hoist me up,
Or if I thirst,He gives me a full cup,
To drink His living water,without care,
Sometimes when I am hurt,or when I bleed,
He heals my wounds,like a loving Father,
I pray the Lord will keep me from evil,
And bless me as a god,though I'm a man,
Of faith and love,love is still the greater,
But without faith,love would never matter.
#15
To believe in believing's not enough,
Nor to have faith in faith,as one might say,
For the Lord has His own divine purpose,
No matter what we do or don't believe,
Or can one just through faith,become a god,
If so,then why the need for salvation?
That special walk with Him,that relation,
Which sets us apart,on this earth we trod,
From morning,until late into the eve,
His will for our lives,all day does surface,
So we can see Him working everyday,
Depending on Him,when the day is rough,
Faith in one's self,falls short to qualify,
For faith in Him,for whom we too must die.
#16
Often I've thought of you,sometimes in doubt,
But mostly with a view,understood not,
I always wanted more than just your love,
A miracle or a sign from heaven,
But now I know,without a doubt it's good,
That it's better not to see or hear you,
For only then can faith be tested true,
Of men believing in their unseen God,
Even though some proof before was given,
Though not enough,without a doubt to prove,
That you are there,when by these you are sought,
Making true faith,a sin to live without,
Then hide from me Lord,that my faith be strong,
Yet guide me by your love,to do no wrong.
#17
I miss you when you hide from me,
O Lord,Even though it strengthens me to seek you,
Maybe we could come to some agreement,
To hear your voice,but not to see your face?
Or then,if not a voice that I can hear,
Then just the smallest ray of guiding light,
That leads me when you're absent from my sight,
Or just a whisper of you when you're near,
Reminding me of your sweet love and grace,
Or what about a tangent testament,
Then,of one of your angels I can view,
That speaks to me with an audible word?
Or do I ask too much from faith alone,
o see or hear,what makes my faith be gone?
#18
The prophets of old heard your sov'reign voice,
And even saw your shape,yet did not die,
Shining through golden flames,your emerald form,
But all I have are pictures of years past,
Antique paintings of some pious master,
Of you hanging upon a wooden cross,
Saving mankind from his eternal loss,
The scene less holy,more a disaster,
The artist did a masterpiece at last,
Painting you bloody,center of the storm,
And those around you,frowning as they cry,
And no one there is painted,to rejoice,
How then shall I remember you,O Lord,
Through antique paintings,or your living word?
#19
I need you more than ever,O my Lord,
For all my enemies surround me now,
I am in prison by their unjust hands,
False accusations rise up against me,
They want to keep me in prison for years,
For something you would not accuse me of,
They're full of hate,in them there is no love,
I anguish in my pain,drown in my tears,
I long for you and your eternity,
Away from their hot desert and dry sands,
I beg you to be free from them somehow,
That you will come and save me with your sword,
My cell is dark,I see no sun nor moon,
My faith is that you'll come,to save me soon.
#20
Lo,save me,O Lord,from my prison cell,
Release me from those who now besiege me,
Let me to roam fresh pastures and green fields,
Let me to walk the crests of the tall hills,
And lay me down upon the ocean shores,
Beside the roaring sea,which you have made,
Let me neath the hot sun,bask in your shade,
And feast me at the table of your stores,
Until asleep,because my belly fills,
Show me the tree,which fruit it ever yields,
That I may eat it for eternity,
Planted by you,to keep my spirit well,
Honor my faith,and free me from my foes,
Before my heart fails,cause my spirit woes.
The End
Angel De Fuego
copyright 2002
These Sonnets have an (ABCDEF-FEDCBA-GG)
rhyme scheme. And were written in 2002 in USA.
#1
How then shall I increase my doubtless faith,
Since without faith,I can not please the Lord?
Then let my faith increase without measure,
So that the Lord may also then be pleased,
Save where does this faith in the Lord come from,
If not from the same Lord whom it does please?
Then for His own pleasure let Him increase,
My faith according to His wanting some,
And let His holy pleasure be increased,
By His faith in me,to give Him pleasure,
Which He as God could easily afford,
Without a payment to death's doubtful wreath,
Strengthen my faith Lord,that we both may be,
More pleased by what my eyes,still can not see.
#2
If faith is belief without evidence,
Then is it without merit to see God,
While being alive on this earthen plane?
Or if I hear His voice,what use have I,
Of faith,which He requires now of me?
And yet I see Him working in my life,
In times of hardship and in times of strife,
An answer to my prayer then makes me see,
The form of Him moving,which I can spy,
The silhouette of Him,my faith to gain,
While on this earth my spirit has to trod,
After His holy shadow,for guidance,
He shows Himself to me just long enough,
To spark my belief,not to call His bluff.
#3
The mustard seed,without a doubt is small,
Yet big enough to move a large mountain,
Even casting the mountain in the sea,
By faith,compared to such a tiny seed,
Then what about faith,bigger than a man,
Or bigger than the mountain it can move?
Or what about a faith so big,would prove,
That men are gods,and all they try,they can?
And they have everything,they have no need,
They live with God for all eternity,
And brilliantly shine brighter than the sun,
Together praising their God,one in all,
A faith so great as this,we all should have,
To move large mountains,and our souls to save.
#4
Through faith,I wear a grin upon my face,
Knowing that the Lord will never leave me,
He gives me strength,in times that I am weak,
I shall not fear,for He is at my side,
He fights for me,so I don't have to fight,
He hides me in His love,from all my foes,
And safely keeps me from life's bitter woes,
He shines through darkness,as my guiding light,
In Him,my soul shall evermore abide,
His countenance my eyes shall ever seek,
To look upon Him for eternity,
Forever are His mercies and His grace,
He makes my heart,through faith,in Him rejoice,
Although He's silent,still I hear His voice.
#5
If all I have to do is to believe,
And all things that I ask for,will come true,
Then I ask for more faith in Christ the Lord,
Believing I will get what I ask for,And that,
through more faith,the Lord will bless me,
And bless my home,and bless my lovely wife,
And bless my death,for what I've done in life,
And bless me throughout all eternity,
He'll bless me coming in and out the door,
He'll bless my every step,my every word,
He'll bless me from the start,and when I'm through,
He'll bless me in the morn,and in the eve,
Through faith,the Lord will bless me,day by day,
A gift,for which I'll never have to pay.
#6
The rich have faith in silver and in gold,
The poor have hope that they will become rich,
The wise have faith in their foolish wisdom,
The foolish hope that they will become wise,
The strong in body have faith in their strength,
The weak have hope that they will become strong,
The good have faith that they will do no wrong,
The bad hope they can cheat an extra length,
The living have faith that the dead will rise,
The dead hope to rise to heaven's Kingdom,
The old have faith in youth,their age to switch,
The youth have hope they never will grow old,
The more the faith,the more also the hope,
The less hoped for,the less the faith in scope.
#7
ILL doubt,why do you knock on my front door,
Knowing that the Lord is ever with me?
Did you forget,or maybe you are blind,
To see Him standing right here at my side?
You are crazy,or lost your mind I know,
To think that I will let you in somehow,
Dear faith has locked you out before,and now,
He left you standing right there in your woe,
Along with your dead friend,pale suicide,
Maybe together,both of you can find,
The devil hiding behind some small tree,
Convincing him,he'll die in his own war,
A war he started,from such prideful greed,
Makes for a stronger faith,a greater need.
#8
If I pray for faith,will I be tested,
Will trials and tribulations come my way?
The thought of praying for calamity,
Makes my soul tremble,and my mind a wreck,
Sometimes faith comes by praying for good things,
And when these prayers are answered,my faith's good,
Faith comes by hearing,by the word of God,
Through miracles,and all else the Lord brings,
Through hope and faith,my spirit has to trek,
To God,from birth,throughout eternity,
Counting on Him to love me every day,
Even though hard times,I have requested,
He promised not to treat me so unfair,
As to test me,more than my soul could bare.
#9
To practice faith,as though it were an art,
Will make the faithful master of his craft,
Never in doubt of his ability,
For creating the perfect masterpiece,
A painter on his canvas paints a scene,
Stroking with his brush,until made perfect,
Likewise the musician,his notes select,
Until he hears the piece he has foreseen,
And so the faithful,their faith must increase,
By practicing their doubtless artistry,
From just a line,the sketch turns final draft,
Just as a perfect faith,starts from the heart,
Turning doubtfulness into believing,
A masterpiece of faith,through practicing.
#10
To raise the dead,how much faith is needed,
Yet Peter did it,so then why not me?
Save that I have not seen the face of Christ,
Nor walked with Him,as Peter also did,
Then would it not be still a greater thing,
If I could restore life,to those are dead?
Not by my power,but the Lord's instead,
Lest I should be guilty then of boasting,
Or say,it's by my power,God forbid,
No man has such a power,nor a priest,
Save those with such a faith so great can see,
Beyond their death,being unconceited,
The answer then,is enough faith in I,
Believing that the dead,shall never die.
#11
Faith is just as simple as believing,
That you doubt the sun won't shine tomorrow,
For we all know,without a doubt it will,
No matter how hard we might think it won't,
To change a law of nature,we must have,
A higher law,in our faith to change it,
Coming from our heart,and from our spirit,
Just as our faith in Christ,our souls to save,
From hell,that we believe in or we don't,
Then there are laws that we believe in still,
That can be changed,if we believe somehow,
Changing the dead back into the living,
A harder thing than making the sun black,
Restoring life to those,whom life does lack.
#12
The hardest thing is to believe that God,
Could forgive me,for all the sins I've done,
Such evil things,I can not write them here,
Save that to say,of black magic and spells,
Sins that go beyond the ordinary,
That go into the dark Satanic realm,
With Lucifer himself,right at the helm,
Was driving me towards ill sorcery,
Into the center of death's prison cells,
A chamber full of hatred without fear,
A darkness without moon,and without sun,
In blackness I was made,each step to trod,
Until dear faith,there took me by my hand,
And led me back to God,His promised land.
#13
Without faith,how can there be any hope,
If faith is things hoped for,that are unseen?
Then should I hope for faith,to then believe,
That there's more in faith,than just to hope for?
Faith takes its stand upon a sturdy ground,
Believing that such ground shall never quake,
Hope standing the same ground,a chance does take,
Unsure that where it stands is truly sound,
Forgetting faith stood there moments before,
Faith knows for sure,what hope can not conceive,
But follows after faith,where faith has been,
Even through darkness,though it has to grope,
Hope is a shadow of a faith made pure,
Faith knows without a doubt,hope is unsure.
#14
I run to the Lord as fast as I can,
When being chased by the bully devil,
The Lord is my friend,like a big brother,
Who comes to my rescue,in times of need,
And when I'm in a hole,the Lord is there,
To toss the rope of faith,to hoist me up,
Or if I thirst,He gives me a full cup,
To drink His living water,without care,
Sometimes when I am hurt,or when I bleed,
He heals my wounds,like a loving Father,
I pray the Lord will keep me from evil,
And bless me as a god,though I'm a man,
Of faith and love,love is still the greater,
But without faith,love would never matter.
#15
To believe in believing's not enough,
Nor to have faith in faith,as one might say,
For the Lord has His own divine purpose,
No matter what we do or don't believe,
Or can one just through faith,become a god,
If so,then why the need for salvation?
That special walk with Him,that relation,
Which sets us apart,on this earth we trod,
From morning,until late into the eve,
His will for our lives,all day does surface,
So we can see Him working everyday,
Depending on Him,when the day is rough,
Faith in one's self,falls short to qualify,
For faith in Him,for whom we too must die.
#16
Often I've thought of you,sometimes in doubt,
But mostly with a view,understood not,
I always wanted more than just your love,
A miracle or a sign from heaven,
But now I know,without a doubt it's good,
That it's better not to see or hear you,
For only then can faith be tested true,
Of men believing in their unseen God,
Even though some proof before was given,
Though not enough,without a doubt to prove,
That you are there,when by these you are sought,
Making true faith,a sin to live without,
Then hide from me Lord,that my faith be strong,
Yet guide me by your love,to do no wrong.
#17
I miss you when you hide from me,
O Lord,Even though it strengthens me to seek you,
Maybe we could come to some agreement,
To hear your voice,but not to see your face?
Or then,if not a voice that I can hear,
Then just the smallest ray of guiding light,
That leads me when you're absent from my sight,
Or just a whisper of you when you're near,
Reminding me of your sweet love and grace,
Or what about a tangent testament,
Then,of one of your angels I can view,
That speaks to me with an audible word?
Or do I ask too much from faith alone,
o see or hear,what makes my faith be gone?
#18
The prophets of old heard your sov'reign voice,
And even saw your shape,yet did not die,
Shining through golden flames,your emerald form,
But all I have are pictures of years past,
Antique paintings of some pious master,
Of you hanging upon a wooden cross,
Saving mankind from his eternal loss,
The scene less holy,more a disaster,
The artist did a masterpiece at last,
Painting you bloody,center of the storm,
And those around you,frowning as they cry,
And no one there is painted,to rejoice,
How then shall I remember you,O Lord,
Through antique paintings,or your living word?
#19
I need you more than ever,O my Lord,
For all my enemies surround me now,
I am in prison by their unjust hands,
False accusations rise up against me,
They want to keep me in prison for years,
For something you would not accuse me of,
They're full of hate,in them there is no love,
I anguish in my pain,drown in my tears,
I long for you and your eternity,
Away from their hot desert and dry sands,
I beg you to be free from them somehow,
That you will come and save me with your sword,
My cell is dark,I see no sun nor moon,
My faith is that you'll come,to save me soon.
#20
Lo,save me,O Lord,from my prison cell,
Release me from those who now besiege me,
Let me to roam fresh pastures and green fields,
Let me to walk the crests of the tall hills,
And lay me down upon the ocean shores,
Beside the roaring sea,which you have made,
Let me neath the hot sun,bask in your shade,
And feast me at the table of your stores,
Until asleep,because my belly fills,
Show me the tree,which fruit it ever yields,
That I may eat it for eternity,
Planted by you,to keep my spirit well,
Honor my faith,and free me from my foes,
Before my heart fails,cause my spirit woes.
The End
Angel De Fuego
copyright 2002
Monday, September 20, 2004
The Sonnets Of Prayer And Praise
The Sonnets of Prayer and Praise
These 20 Sonnets have an (ABCDEF-ABCDEF-GG)
rhyme scheme. Written in 2002 in USA.
#1
I praise your mighty name, O Lord on high,
For you alone are worthy of such praise,
Maker of every heaven and each earth,
Laid the foundations of the universe,
To please the awe struck eyes of every man,
Like stepping stones,my eyes walk every star,
Looking for you in heaven,Adoni,
Upon the galaxies,I fix my gaze,
Where every sun that shines has had its birth,
Like every letter in my simple verse,
Make up whole words,that eyes do quickly scan,
Verses in heaven,read from earth afar,
Celestial poems you wrote like holy art,
Etched in the heavens,and within my heart.
#2
O Lord,I want a daily walk with you,
Just like a Father walking with his son,
Does proudly take him by his tiny hand,
And leads the child,while walking at his side,
The son follows where'er the Father goes,
Aware that the Father leads him safely,
Along the right and ample path,more true,
Walking together,they become as one,
Along the flattened paths and secure land,
Each path the Father takes,is straight and wide,
And where the Father leads,the Father knows,
Is for his precious son's security,
So take my hand,Lord,placing it in yours,
To lead me in life,and through heaven's doors.
#3
O Lord my God,I praise your holy name,
Sweeter than music,it is to my ears,
The name above all others,Jesus Christ,
Does comfort me in times that I am sad,
Does heal me in the times that I am ill,
Does give me strength in times that I am weak,
Does make me proud to speak it,without shame,
Does protect me in times that I have fears,
Does intercede for me as my High Priest,
Does give me joy,making my heart be glad,
Does set me high atop God's holy hill,
From there I scan the land,for you I seek,
It is the name above all names of those,
Who could not save man,from his sinful woes.
#4
My Lord my God,a miracle I need,
To not be sent to prison for two years,
I go to court tomorrow afternoon,
And ask that you be standing at my side,
And that you touch the judge,make his heart pure,
Even as you yourself,are too a Judge,
Who Judges righteously for every deed,
You know each man's heart,have seen each man's tears,
You've heard men crying,neath the sun and moon,
As I too,neath the heavens,too have cried,
Please Lord,my wife needs me,and I too her,
Regardless that the court now holds a grudge,
Not my will,Lord,but your will now be done,
In the name of my savior,Christ your son.
#5
A miracle you did Lord yesterday,
A chance to change my guilty plea,to not,
Giving to a court investigation,
Of my initial plea,and mental state,
Since then,O Lord,my psych meds I was off,
And could not accurately make my plea,
I was confused at that time,what to say,
I was afraid,six years I would have got,
For self defence,an incarceration,
No understanding from the magistrate,
There was no defence,no one did enough,
They did not want to set my body free,
But then you came as response to my prayer,
To set me free,and make injustice fair.
#6
Please hear my prayer,O Lord,to be set free,
I've been a prisoner for six months now,
And they still want to give me two more years,
My cell is cold and dark,no natural light,
The guards are big and mean,no human love,
The prisoners are mostly evil men,
Looking upon them,only sin I see,
Before your enemy,they quickly bow,
They repent not,of you they have no fears,
They run and howl like creatures of the night,
They seek you not in heaven high above,
They hide from you like lions in their den,
Please free me from them,and these prison walls,
Before some worse'er thing to me befalls.
#7
I praise your name Lord,from my prison cell,
My spirit bows before your spirit Lord,
I pray I could be free,but since I'm not,
I'll use this time to write my simple lines,
Verses of prayer and praise to your sweet name,
Like those I wrote to you in days gone by,
That saved me through your love,from hottest hell,
Each rhyme did pierce the devil like a sword,
Leaving him with no cold to quench the hot,
Within the heat of Hades,now he pines,
Burning with hatred,in a self fueled flame,
He begs for death,but he can never die,
I praise you even though in prison now,
And still will praise you,once I'm dead somehow.
#8
Lord,shall I beg for life abundantly,
While on this evil earth of sin and pain?
Or do I have to wait until I die,
And go to heaven,to recieve such life?
It's hard to have such a life in prison,
Often I feel alone,like you're not here,
Abundance is what you have promised me,
But if you're far away,what do I gain?
Each day to please you,Lord,I really try,
But with each day,seems like I get more strife,
No matter what I pray or the reason,
The answers I recieve are still unclear,
Life more abundantly is what I need,
But when and where,the choice is yours to creed.
#9
O holy Father,do you read my verse,
Or do I write my lines in bitter vain?
I try to praise your name,with beauty's rhyme,
And try to turn my prayer into a poem,
Thinking that it should please you more that way,
Turning a simple prayer into an art,
Which rhyme does ring throughout the universe,
To reach your ears,this poet's joy and pain,
Though oft I think,not reaching you on time,
Since no response from you does venture home,
Or if it does,it does with such delay,
I'm blind to see it from a broken heart,
Please answer,Lord,my rhyming prayers to you,
To praise your name,and strengthen me anew.
#10
I know you answer,Lord,my prayers each day,
Even though sometimes I can not see it,
You move in ways that I don't even know,
To try and please me,answering my prayer,
Save that sometimes I need a quick response,
Or that sometimes at least I think I do,
So then to you with vigor,I then pray,
Hoping the answer sought,comes to be it,
That it in timely fashion comes to show,
If not,to wait for it,I can not bear,
Like it was some kind of tricky seance,
And I,waiting for the spirit of you,
Forgive me,Lord,that I don't always see,
The daily prayers you're answering for me.
#11
Sometimes,O Lord,I pray that I were dead,
That sweet eternal rest from living strife,
Sometimes I curse the day that I was born,
That day from dark to light,then back to dark,
Sometimes I walk the hard and loathsome trail,
That leads to nothing more than emptiness,
Sometimes there's only pain inside my head,
That hurts my soul and devastates my life,
Sometimes for those are dead,I can not morn,
That sullen state of life that reached its mark,
Sometimes I like success,but often fail,
That darker side of godly consciousness,
Sometimes I wake up,screaming out your name,
That nightmare for which I alone take blame.
#12
I praise you,Lord,early in the morning,
I praise you in the afternoon as well,
I praise your name,Lord,also in the eve,
I praise you when I lay my body down,
I praise you when I rise my body up,
I praise you as I'm walking all day long,
I praise you as my savior and my King,
I praise you for saving my soul from hell,
I praise you not to doubt,but to believe,
I praise you though my face does show a frown,
I praise you though I drink a bitter cup,
I praise you when you keep me from all wrong,
I praise you every day and every night,
I praise you cause my soul you keep upright.
#13
I'll praise your name,Lord,from the mountain top,
I'll praise your name,Lord,down in the valley,
I'll praise your name from morning to the eve,
I'll praise your name from my dark prison cell,
I'll praise your name also when I'm free,
I'll praise your name while laying in my bed,
I'll praise your name while working in the crop,
I'll praise your name through faith assuredly,
I'll praise your name,in you I do believe,
I'll praise your name,your greatness I will tell,
I'll praise your name from sea to shining sea,
I'll praise your name although my body's dead,
I'll praise your name before all living men,
I'll praise your name forevermore,amen.
#14
My Lord my God,do not forsake me now,
Please stay with me in prison,O my Lord,
Although in jail,you do not belong,
Do not leave me in prison all alone,
Visit me here,Lord,and don't ever leave,
Til the both of us get out together,
Lay in my bunk,I'll give you half my chow,
Protect me as a shield,become my sword,
Keep me from ever doing any wrong,
At night I toss and turn,I cry and moan,
By day for freedom,I weep and bereave,
Both by day and night,I want no other,
I pray for freedom,but if not set free,
I pray then,Lord,that you would stay with me.
#15
O Lord,I go to court in two more days,
The law states,they can give me two more years,
My lawyer says,from zero years to three,
Or that in two more days,I could go home,
So now it all depends on you,O God,
To keep me here or send me to my wife,
She needs me,Lord,at home alone she stays,
No one to comfort her or wipe her tears,
She needs me with her,Lord,please set me free,
Back to her from my cell,I'll quickly roam,
O're hills and through the valleys,shall I trod,
To get to her,and find my former life,
Then judge me,Lord,and set me free again,
Leaving behind this prison of my sin.
#16
O Lord,tomorrow I go back to court,
To stand,front a judge,that does not know me,
The way you know me,Lord,one of your own,
And he shall judge me with unrighteousness,
Unless you touch his mind,to make him pure,
Giving him mercy for my suffered soul,
And give him wisdom and a caring heart,
So that his judgment is to let me free,
And let sufficient punishment be shown,
For my cause,give your sweet graciousness,
And for my release,let him be the cure,
From this,the illness of my prison hole,
So judge the judge,who shall judge me for you,
Who judges with grace,and mercies undue.
#17
O Lord,I asked you for a miracle,
But instead,I got a big disaster,
Or so it looked that way,from where I stood,
Save now I understand,these things take time,
When touching hearts and minds of sinful men,
I will go back to court in twenty days,
With peace of mind,and not hysterical,
Since you'll be with me,my Lord and Master,
To turn a bad thing into something good,
By proving I committed no such crime,
For which I was wrongly accused of then,
And all the truth shall tell,in diff'rent ways,
How I was made to suffer without cause,
For their bad and unrighteous,petty laws.
#18
O Lord,send down your angel unto me,
To comfort me while I drink from this cup,
Of unjust and cruel incarceration,
For something that I never even did,
Of something made up,they accused me of,
To fill their prison,meeting their quota,
As if for them,a number I should be,
That they can use,when such number comes up,
Without the need of justification,
As if my life were theirs,O God forbid,
That I belong to those that have no love,
Save that I am yours,my sweet Messiah,
Send down your angel to protect me Lord,
With your most holy,and two edg'ed sword.
#19
O give me strength,my Lord,to be a man,
And be a good husband to my dear wife,
O give me courage,Lord,to face each day,
And serve you as a soldier serves his king,
O give me faith,Lord,so I can believe,
And never doubt you,or your love for me,
O give me love,so that to love I can,
And never hate a soul,throughout my life,
O give me peace,on you my mind to stay,
And never to worry,of anything,
O give me joy,so I will not bereave,
And turn to sadness in calamity,
O give me these,and nothing more I'll ask,
And will forever,in your glory bask.
#20
You said,Lord,there'll be justice for the poor,
I am poor,Lord,in need of your justice,
So poor,that I can not even make bail,
Or pay a good lawyer for my defense,
So here I stay in prison,waiting court,
A loathsome date,with ill uncertainty,
Unless you,Lord,walk through that courtroom door,
In my defense,keeping your sweet promise,
To justly be my lawyer at my trial,
Defending me with your loving guidance,
And I will follow you,with all my heart,
Knowing that you will set my spirit free,
I'm poor,but need your defense every day,
A justice for which I could never pay.
The End
Angel De Fuego
copyright 2002
These 20 Sonnets have an (ABCDEF-ABCDEF-GG)
rhyme scheme. Written in 2002 in USA.
#1
I praise your mighty name, O Lord on high,
For you alone are worthy of such praise,
Maker of every heaven and each earth,
Laid the foundations of the universe,
To please the awe struck eyes of every man,
Like stepping stones,my eyes walk every star,
Looking for you in heaven,Adoni,
Upon the galaxies,I fix my gaze,
Where every sun that shines has had its birth,
Like every letter in my simple verse,
Make up whole words,that eyes do quickly scan,
Verses in heaven,read from earth afar,
Celestial poems you wrote like holy art,
Etched in the heavens,and within my heart.
#2
O Lord,I want a daily walk with you,
Just like a Father walking with his son,
Does proudly take him by his tiny hand,
And leads the child,while walking at his side,
The son follows where'er the Father goes,
Aware that the Father leads him safely,
Along the right and ample path,more true,
Walking together,they become as one,
Along the flattened paths and secure land,
Each path the Father takes,is straight and wide,
And where the Father leads,the Father knows,
Is for his precious son's security,
So take my hand,Lord,placing it in yours,
To lead me in life,and through heaven's doors.
#3
O Lord my God,I praise your holy name,
Sweeter than music,it is to my ears,
The name above all others,Jesus Christ,
Does comfort me in times that I am sad,
Does heal me in the times that I am ill,
Does give me strength in times that I am weak,
Does make me proud to speak it,without shame,
Does protect me in times that I have fears,
Does intercede for me as my High Priest,
Does give me joy,making my heart be glad,
Does set me high atop God's holy hill,
From there I scan the land,for you I seek,
It is the name above all names of those,
Who could not save man,from his sinful woes.
#4
My Lord my God,a miracle I need,
To not be sent to prison for two years,
I go to court tomorrow afternoon,
And ask that you be standing at my side,
And that you touch the judge,make his heart pure,
Even as you yourself,are too a Judge,
Who Judges righteously for every deed,
You know each man's heart,have seen each man's tears,
You've heard men crying,neath the sun and moon,
As I too,neath the heavens,too have cried,
Please Lord,my wife needs me,and I too her,
Regardless that the court now holds a grudge,
Not my will,Lord,but your will now be done,
In the name of my savior,Christ your son.
#5
A miracle you did Lord yesterday,
A chance to change my guilty plea,to not,
Giving to a court investigation,
Of my initial plea,and mental state,
Since then,O Lord,my psych meds I was off,
And could not accurately make my plea,
I was confused at that time,what to say,
I was afraid,six years I would have got,
For self defence,an incarceration,
No understanding from the magistrate,
There was no defence,no one did enough,
They did not want to set my body free,
But then you came as response to my prayer,
To set me free,and make injustice fair.
#6
Please hear my prayer,O Lord,to be set free,
I've been a prisoner for six months now,
And they still want to give me two more years,
My cell is cold and dark,no natural light,
The guards are big and mean,no human love,
The prisoners are mostly evil men,
Looking upon them,only sin I see,
Before your enemy,they quickly bow,
They repent not,of you they have no fears,
They run and howl like creatures of the night,
They seek you not in heaven high above,
They hide from you like lions in their den,
Please free me from them,and these prison walls,
Before some worse'er thing to me befalls.
#7
I praise your name Lord,from my prison cell,
My spirit bows before your spirit Lord,
I pray I could be free,but since I'm not,
I'll use this time to write my simple lines,
Verses of prayer and praise to your sweet name,
Like those I wrote to you in days gone by,
That saved me through your love,from hottest hell,
Each rhyme did pierce the devil like a sword,
Leaving him with no cold to quench the hot,
Within the heat of Hades,now he pines,
Burning with hatred,in a self fueled flame,
He begs for death,but he can never die,
I praise you even though in prison now,
And still will praise you,once I'm dead somehow.
#8
Lord,shall I beg for life abundantly,
While on this evil earth of sin and pain?
Or do I have to wait until I die,
And go to heaven,to recieve such life?
It's hard to have such a life in prison,
Often I feel alone,like you're not here,
Abundance is what you have promised me,
But if you're far away,what do I gain?
Each day to please you,Lord,I really try,
But with each day,seems like I get more strife,
No matter what I pray or the reason,
The answers I recieve are still unclear,
Life more abundantly is what I need,
But when and where,the choice is yours to creed.
#9
O holy Father,do you read my verse,
Or do I write my lines in bitter vain?
I try to praise your name,with beauty's rhyme,
And try to turn my prayer into a poem,
Thinking that it should please you more that way,
Turning a simple prayer into an art,
Which rhyme does ring throughout the universe,
To reach your ears,this poet's joy and pain,
Though oft I think,not reaching you on time,
Since no response from you does venture home,
Or if it does,it does with such delay,
I'm blind to see it from a broken heart,
Please answer,Lord,my rhyming prayers to you,
To praise your name,and strengthen me anew.
#10
I know you answer,Lord,my prayers each day,
Even though sometimes I can not see it,
You move in ways that I don't even know,
To try and please me,answering my prayer,
Save that sometimes I need a quick response,
Or that sometimes at least I think I do,
So then to you with vigor,I then pray,
Hoping the answer sought,comes to be it,
That it in timely fashion comes to show,
If not,to wait for it,I can not bear,
Like it was some kind of tricky seance,
And I,waiting for the spirit of you,
Forgive me,Lord,that I don't always see,
The daily prayers you're answering for me.
#11
Sometimes,O Lord,I pray that I were dead,
That sweet eternal rest from living strife,
Sometimes I curse the day that I was born,
That day from dark to light,then back to dark,
Sometimes I walk the hard and loathsome trail,
That leads to nothing more than emptiness,
Sometimes there's only pain inside my head,
That hurts my soul and devastates my life,
Sometimes for those are dead,I can not morn,
That sullen state of life that reached its mark,
Sometimes I like success,but often fail,
That darker side of godly consciousness,
Sometimes I wake up,screaming out your name,
That nightmare for which I alone take blame.
#12
I praise you,Lord,early in the morning,
I praise you in the afternoon as well,
I praise your name,Lord,also in the eve,
I praise you when I lay my body down,
I praise you when I rise my body up,
I praise you as I'm walking all day long,
I praise you as my savior and my King,
I praise you for saving my soul from hell,
I praise you not to doubt,but to believe,
I praise you though my face does show a frown,
I praise you though I drink a bitter cup,
I praise you when you keep me from all wrong,
I praise you every day and every night,
I praise you cause my soul you keep upright.
#13
I'll praise your name,Lord,from the mountain top,
I'll praise your name,Lord,down in the valley,
I'll praise your name from morning to the eve,
I'll praise your name from my dark prison cell,
I'll praise your name also when I'm free,
I'll praise your name while laying in my bed,
I'll praise your name while working in the crop,
I'll praise your name through faith assuredly,
I'll praise your name,in you I do believe,
I'll praise your name,your greatness I will tell,
I'll praise your name from sea to shining sea,
I'll praise your name although my body's dead,
I'll praise your name before all living men,
I'll praise your name forevermore,amen.
#14
My Lord my God,do not forsake me now,
Please stay with me in prison,O my Lord,
Although in jail,you do not belong,
Do not leave me in prison all alone,
Visit me here,Lord,and don't ever leave,
Til the both of us get out together,
Lay in my bunk,I'll give you half my chow,
Protect me as a shield,become my sword,
Keep me from ever doing any wrong,
At night I toss and turn,I cry and moan,
By day for freedom,I weep and bereave,
Both by day and night,I want no other,
I pray for freedom,but if not set free,
I pray then,Lord,that you would stay with me.
#15
O Lord,I go to court in two more days,
The law states,they can give me two more years,
My lawyer says,from zero years to three,
Or that in two more days,I could go home,
So now it all depends on you,O God,
To keep me here or send me to my wife,
She needs me,Lord,at home alone she stays,
No one to comfort her or wipe her tears,
She needs me with her,Lord,please set me free,
Back to her from my cell,I'll quickly roam,
O're hills and through the valleys,shall I trod,
To get to her,and find my former life,
Then judge me,Lord,and set me free again,
Leaving behind this prison of my sin.
#16
O Lord,tomorrow I go back to court,
To stand,front a judge,that does not know me,
The way you know me,Lord,one of your own,
And he shall judge me with unrighteousness,
Unless you touch his mind,to make him pure,
Giving him mercy for my suffered soul,
And give him wisdom and a caring heart,
So that his judgment is to let me free,
And let sufficient punishment be shown,
For my cause,give your sweet graciousness,
And for my release,let him be the cure,
From this,the illness of my prison hole,
So judge the judge,who shall judge me for you,
Who judges with grace,and mercies undue.
#17
O Lord,I asked you for a miracle,
But instead,I got a big disaster,
Or so it looked that way,from where I stood,
Save now I understand,these things take time,
When touching hearts and minds of sinful men,
I will go back to court in twenty days,
With peace of mind,and not hysterical,
Since you'll be with me,my Lord and Master,
To turn a bad thing into something good,
By proving I committed no such crime,
For which I was wrongly accused of then,
And all the truth shall tell,in diff'rent ways,
How I was made to suffer without cause,
For their bad and unrighteous,petty laws.
#18
O Lord,send down your angel unto me,
To comfort me while I drink from this cup,
Of unjust and cruel incarceration,
For something that I never even did,
Of something made up,they accused me of,
To fill their prison,meeting their quota,
As if for them,a number I should be,
That they can use,when such number comes up,
Without the need of justification,
As if my life were theirs,O God forbid,
That I belong to those that have no love,
Save that I am yours,my sweet Messiah,
Send down your angel to protect me Lord,
With your most holy,and two edg'ed sword.
#19
O give me strength,my Lord,to be a man,
And be a good husband to my dear wife,
O give me courage,Lord,to face each day,
And serve you as a soldier serves his king,
O give me faith,Lord,so I can believe,
And never doubt you,or your love for me,
O give me love,so that to love I can,
And never hate a soul,throughout my life,
O give me peace,on you my mind to stay,
And never to worry,of anything,
O give me joy,so I will not bereave,
And turn to sadness in calamity,
O give me these,and nothing more I'll ask,
And will forever,in your glory bask.
#20
You said,Lord,there'll be justice for the poor,
I am poor,Lord,in need of your justice,
So poor,that I can not even make bail,
Or pay a good lawyer for my defense,
So here I stay in prison,waiting court,
A loathsome date,with ill uncertainty,
Unless you,Lord,walk through that courtroom door,
In my defense,keeping your sweet promise,
To justly be my lawyer at my trial,
Defending me with your loving guidance,
And I will follow you,with all my heart,
Knowing that you will set my spirit free,
I'm poor,but need your defense every day,
A justice for which I could never pay.
The End
Angel De Fuego
copyright 2002
The Sonnets Of Sorrow And Joy
The Sonnets of Sorrow and Joy
These 20 Sonnets have an (ABABCDCDEFEF-GG)
rhyme scheme. Written in 2002 in USA
#1
Long suffering that ends,does lead to joy,
The time when one should count his blessings good,
And sorrow without end,tends to annoy,
Until the suffering is understood,
Or how can there be darkness without light,
Or there be sunshine,without times of rain?
Or how can there be wrong without the right,
Or be there loses,without also gain?
So one can not live without the other,
And yes,we only hurt the ones we love,
Til time once again finds us together,
And joy comes down upon us,like a dove,
Sorrow and joy,apart do often stand,
But walk the road of life,both hand and hand.
#2
O Lord,my joy is in my suffering,
Since it is for you,that I now suffer,
To make me stronger and more enduring,
Around the edges,a little tougher,
Becoming a great soldier for you,
Lord,I put my armor on and take my shield,
I gird my loins to fight,I grab my sword,
And head out to your holy battlefield,
Each battle that I fight makes me stronger,
Turns me into a man from just a boy,
The sorrowed war each time,lasts yet longer,
Until the victor's end,turns it to joy,
Each night I pray,your joy for me,O God,
Each day the battlefield,for you I trod.
#3
I rejoice in you Lord,who gives me joy,
And peace of mind when things are often wrong,
Although the roads and methods you employ,
For happiness are hard and often long,
Never the less,I travel each long road,
Knowing that it leads to your joyful door,
The dear sweet place called heaven,your abode,
That place longed for a thousand times before,
Without suffering,what use is heaven,
Comparing pain to joy,or joy to pain?
Without sky,what use are wings to raven,
Who could not fly,their wings to lose or gain?
So I rejoice to pain,joy to suffer,
Yet happiest,when the road is rougher.
#4
The joy of the Lord is now upon me,
It makes me dance,like David in the streets,
I laugh at what other men can not see,
What's bitter to them are to me but sweets,
Sometimes inside my loathsome prison cell,
I laugh aloud,and sometimes wear a smile,
The other prisoners think I'm not well,
Staying far from my cell for a good while,
Save that they do not know,when I am glad,
It is the Lord's spirit upon me then,
They all want me to act like I am sad,
Or rough and tough like all the other men,
But I act only as the spirit leads,
And not for theirs or my own selfish needs.
#5
Dear joy,why have you gone far from me now,
To leave me in my prison cell alone?
Or maybe I was wrong to think somehow,
You never would again from me be gone,
You left me,leaving sadness in your place,
And with him his ill friend,ol depression,
Of you I can not find a single trace,
Or recall to mind your sweet impression,
And yet I pray you will return again,
Like a season returning sweetest spring,
Renewing the old,and freshly begin,
With you my heart rejoicing,then shall sing,
Sorrow and joy,like seasons come and go,
The more the joy,also the more the woe.
#6
Lord,renew the joy of my salvation,
I need it now while in my prison cell,
I miss those smiles,of my sweet elation,
Like when at first,I rang your holy bell,
And you did open up your door to me,
When first I saw you standing there,my Lord,
You brightly shining through eternity,
"Come in my son",you said,is what I heard,
But then from you,somehow I strayed away,
Returning to the house where once I was,
Before I knew you,and learned to obey,
Now you stand outside my door,sweet Jesus,
I hear you knocking,you want to come in,
To restore my joy,and forgive my sin.
#7
I suffer,when I think you're not with me,
I suffer,when I can not hear your voice,
I suffer,Lord,a life of poverty,
I suffer,cause I don't have a Rolls Royce,
I suffer,Lord,inside my prison cell,
I suffer,when I'm free on the outside,
I suffer,when I think I'm going to hell,
I suffer,Lord,when from your love I hide,
I suffer,when I want but can not have,
I suffer,when I need but can not get,
I suffer,Lord,for you my soul to save,
I suffer,when my past,I oft regret,
I suffer,every day and every night,
I suffer,Lord,to do for you what's right.
#8
You suffered,Lord,while nailed to a cross,
But all your joy,was then to die for me,
You suffered,to spare man from heaven's loss,
But did it without spite,and joyously,
You suffered,when they scourged your body raw,
But did not curse them,and did not fight back,
You suffered to obey your Father's law,
But were content,although your needs did lack,
You suffered for those who lost faith in you,
But never lost your own faith in your God,
You suffered for the saving of a few,
But never stopped that painful road to trod,
You suffered to save man from burning hell,
But never thought to stop,your love to tell.
#9
To suffer now in faith is my desire,
Even as you yourself did suffer too,
With hidden fear to God,did you inquire,
And asked of Him three times,to then spare you,
To suffer now and die is all my need,
Even as you yourself did also die,
With hidden pain did your sweet body bleed,
And watched your friends watching you dying,cry,
To suffer now with joy,is all my prayer,
Even as you yourself did suffer,Lord,
With hidden pain did you your burden bear,
And paid what no one else,could ill afford,
To suffer from your death upon a cross,
With outward love,gainst man's eternal loss.
#10
It gives me joy,knowing that I am yours,
O Lord my God,and lover of my soul,
I'll be your soldier,fight in all your wars,
Uplifting righteousness shall be my goal,
You created the heavens,and the earth,
You are my God,and I am your creation,
You gave me life before you gave me birth,
To love me in a holy relation,
I am most happy when I follow you,
I'm never hurt,when keeping all your laws,
You are my shepherd of sweet morning dew,
Who leads me to green meadows,without flaws,
O Lord,keep me with you forevermore,
Leading me o'er the fields,to heavens door.
#11
Cruel winter has set into all my joy,
Leaving my soul as cold as blizzard snow,
Large hail stones raining down on me destroy,
The faith in you,O Lord,I once did know,
My hands once used for praying,now are numb,
My feet now frost bitten,no more can walk,
My body soaks,as all the waters come,
The storm is loud,I can not pray nor talk,
The wind from every side,whips me around,
I can not find the path that leads to you,
I try to walk,I stumble,hit the ground,
I'm blinded by the storm,I have no view,
But then my name,I hear you calling out,
And crawl toward your voice,from coldest doubt.
#12
When sorrowfully suffering I go,
Toward the bitter winter of my doubt,
Behind me faith,before me only woe,
Although I try,I can not turn about,
Ahead the clouds are dark,the thunder's roar,
I can not see the road,there are no skies,
Behind me is the road to heaven's door,
But without light,can't see it with my eyes,
So then I stagger in the rising storm,
I rise and fall,beaten by heavy wind,
I try to spot a place that's dry and warm,
But no such place for me am I to find,
Til looking back,I see you beckon me,
And follow you to heaven faithfully.
#13
O Lord,you are the sunshine of my joy,
Like rays of light to warm my coldest woes,
Which woes,would my poor heart come to destroy,
If not for your warm shining light,God knows,
You shine your light to chase my blues away,
When most it is,I am ill with sadness,
You light my path with the brightness of day,
So I see your path,that leads to gladness,
O Lord,you are my joy and all my light,
Without you I would walk in darkest cold,
You lead me down the path of warmest right,
So all your laws I gladly do uphold,
You lead me to warm light from coldest dark,
Where for your loving words,I calmly hark.
#14
You are the,Lord and God,of everything,
You create both peace and create evil,
You wash my feet as servant,are my King,
You created Jesus and the devil,
You love whom you shall love,hate whom you hate,
You punish some while others you reward,
You know each man's heart,and soul,each man's fate,
You have been hated,and have been adored,
You need to be loved as you need to love,
You make war with your enemies to win,
You live in hearts of men,yet live above,
You want to forgive everyone their sin,
You love me even though I sometimes frown,
You hate those,Lord,who kick me when I'm down.
#15
Ill sorrow,why have you come back to me,
Did I not send you far from me before?
I packed your bags,and shipped you out to sea,
Telling you,I don't love you anymore,
Yet here you stand at my front door again,
Telling me that you love me ever still,
Save God will have to forgive me my sin,
Of letting you in,so you I can kill,
I'll bury you in my backyard at night,
So there will be no witness to this crime,
I'll kill you in the basement,out of sight,
It's best for me in the morning time,
Wait,where are you going,don't run away?
I Vant to have you for dinner,please stay.
#16
How can I comprehend how great you are,
Creator of the heavens and the earth?
No beginning,older than any star,
My God,you never even had a birth,
Just how long have you really been around,
Or can a human mind even concieve?
That such a timeless date,can not be found,
And if so,how could any man believe?
Lord,you have always been as you are now,
How many other times have you made life?
Who else before men,before you did bow,
Only to end as we,in bitter strife?
How long,O Lord,by yourself did you live,
With no one else to love,your love to give?
#17
Thank God,that you are such a loving God,
Maker of sorrow,but also of joy,
Imagine if the roads of life I trod,
Were created by you, just to destroy,
Then there would be no such thing as heaven,
No loving kindness,no mercy nor grace,
No son of yours would die to save all men,
Instead there would be hatred in love's place,
A life without a single drop of love,
From an evil creator would be sad,
There would be no prayers to a God above,
Only a hell,whose God stayed always mad,
Thank you,you are a loving creator,
If not,life would be one big disaster*.
#18
Peter did walk a few steps on the sea,
But even that was something to behold,
With faith so great as that,could make one be,
As great as Christ Himself,his faith unfold?
So then,if Peter did it,why can't I?
More than a few steps,I'll walk the whole way,
I shall not be afraid,I shall not die,
I shall not sink,but walking I shall stay,
O Lord,not for me do I ask this thing,
But as a testimony to you God,
So everyone shall know that you are King,
As I across the sea shall calmly trod,
Through faith,Lord,I can do all things I want,
Save all those things,which I believe I can't.
#19
I praise your name giving you the glory,
For there is no other God before you,
Nor shall there be in future history,
A God so great that does the things you do,
You're loving kindness is for evermore,
You're grace and mercies are,Lord,without end,
They'll be none after you,nor was before,
Who from their heaven down to men descend,
Who sacrifice themselves unto their death,
To save a creature,that did love them not,
Forgiving them even to your last breath,
Paying a price for souls,your death had bought,
You are so wonderful,it makes me cry,
To think that just for me,you God,would die.
#20
The clouds,Lord,are dust on which your feet ride,
Above the joy and sorrow of all men,
The form of you above the clouds does hide,
To strengthen mankind's faith in you amen,
You dwell within a cloud of darkness,Lord,
So even though I'm looking,can not see,
That part of you that lacks descriptive word,
Your sweet face shining through eternity,
Nor can any man,Lord,look upon you,
Lest they all,Lord,should faint and quickly die,
Yet to behold you,Lord,what shall I do?
Since I can not look on you with my eye,
The only way to see you in this life,
Is looking through my sorrow,joy,and strife.
The End
*Not that it isn't already, but it makes
for a good Sonnet
© 2002 Angel De Fuego
These 20 Sonnets have an (ABABCDCDEFEF-GG)
rhyme scheme. Written in 2002 in USA
#1
Long suffering that ends,does lead to joy,
The time when one should count his blessings good,
And sorrow without end,tends to annoy,
Until the suffering is understood,
Or how can there be darkness without light,
Or there be sunshine,without times of rain?
Or how can there be wrong without the right,
Or be there loses,without also gain?
So one can not live without the other,
And yes,we only hurt the ones we love,
Til time once again finds us together,
And joy comes down upon us,like a dove,
Sorrow and joy,apart do often stand,
But walk the road of life,both hand and hand.
#2
O Lord,my joy is in my suffering,
Since it is for you,that I now suffer,
To make me stronger and more enduring,
Around the edges,a little tougher,
Becoming a great soldier for you,
Lord,I put my armor on and take my shield,
I gird my loins to fight,I grab my sword,
And head out to your holy battlefield,
Each battle that I fight makes me stronger,
Turns me into a man from just a boy,
The sorrowed war each time,lasts yet longer,
Until the victor's end,turns it to joy,
Each night I pray,your joy for me,O God,
Each day the battlefield,for you I trod.
#3
I rejoice in you Lord,who gives me joy,
And peace of mind when things are often wrong,
Although the roads and methods you employ,
For happiness are hard and often long,
Never the less,I travel each long road,
Knowing that it leads to your joyful door,
The dear sweet place called heaven,your abode,
That place longed for a thousand times before,
Without suffering,what use is heaven,
Comparing pain to joy,or joy to pain?
Without sky,what use are wings to raven,
Who could not fly,their wings to lose or gain?
So I rejoice to pain,joy to suffer,
Yet happiest,when the road is rougher.
#4
The joy of the Lord is now upon me,
It makes me dance,like David in the streets,
I laugh at what other men can not see,
What's bitter to them are to me but sweets,
Sometimes inside my loathsome prison cell,
I laugh aloud,and sometimes wear a smile,
The other prisoners think I'm not well,
Staying far from my cell for a good while,
Save that they do not know,when I am glad,
It is the Lord's spirit upon me then,
They all want me to act like I am sad,
Or rough and tough like all the other men,
But I act only as the spirit leads,
And not for theirs or my own selfish needs.
#5
Dear joy,why have you gone far from me now,
To leave me in my prison cell alone?
Or maybe I was wrong to think somehow,
You never would again from me be gone,
You left me,leaving sadness in your place,
And with him his ill friend,ol depression,
Of you I can not find a single trace,
Or recall to mind your sweet impression,
And yet I pray you will return again,
Like a season returning sweetest spring,
Renewing the old,and freshly begin,
With you my heart rejoicing,then shall sing,
Sorrow and joy,like seasons come and go,
The more the joy,also the more the woe.
#6
Lord,renew the joy of my salvation,
I need it now while in my prison cell,
I miss those smiles,of my sweet elation,
Like when at first,I rang your holy bell,
And you did open up your door to me,
When first I saw you standing there,my Lord,
You brightly shining through eternity,
"Come in my son",you said,is what I heard,
But then from you,somehow I strayed away,
Returning to the house where once I was,
Before I knew you,and learned to obey,
Now you stand outside my door,sweet Jesus,
I hear you knocking,you want to come in,
To restore my joy,and forgive my sin.
#7
I suffer,when I think you're not with me,
I suffer,when I can not hear your voice,
I suffer,Lord,a life of poverty,
I suffer,cause I don't have a Rolls Royce,
I suffer,Lord,inside my prison cell,
I suffer,when I'm free on the outside,
I suffer,when I think I'm going to hell,
I suffer,Lord,when from your love I hide,
I suffer,when I want but can not have,
I suffer,when I need but can not get,
I suffer,Lord,for you my soul to save,
I suffer,when my past,I oft regret,
I suffer,every day and every night,
I suffer,Lord,to do for you what's right.
#8
You suffered,Lord,while nailed to a cross,
But all your joy,was then to die for me,
You suffered,to spare man from heaven's loss,
But did it without spite,and joyously,
You suffered,when they scourged your body raw,
But did not curse them,and did not fight back,
You suffered to obey your Father's law,
But were content,although your needs did lack,
You suffered for those who lost faith in you,
But never lost your own faith in your God,
You suffered for the saving of a few,
But never stopped that painful road to trod,
You suffered to save man from burning hell,
But never thought to stop,your love to tell.
#9
To suffer now in faith is my desire,
Even as you yourself did suffer too,
With hidden fear to God,did you inquire,
And asked of Him three times,to then spare you,
To suffer now and die is all my need,
Even as you yourself did also die,
With hidden pain did your sweet body bleed,
And watched your friends watching you dying,cry,
To suffer now with joy,is all my prayer,
Even as you yourself did suffer,Lord,
With hidden pain did you your burden bear,
And paid what no one else,could ill afford,
To suffer from your death upon a cross,
With outward love,gainst man's eternal loss.
#10
It gives me joy,knowing that I am yours,
O Lord my God,and lover of my soul,
I'll be your soldier,fight in all your wars,
Uplifting righteousness shall be my goal,
You created the heavens,and the earth,
You are my God,and I am your creation,
You gave me life before you gave me birth,
To love me in a holy relation,
I am most happy when I follow you,
I'm never hurt,when keeping all your laws,
You are my shepherd of sweet morning dew,
Who leads me to green meadows,without flaws,
O Lord,keep me with you forevermore,
Leading me o'er the fields,to heavens door.
#11
Cruel winter has set into all my joy,
Leaving my soul as cold as blizzard snow,
Large hail stones raining down on me destroy,
The faith in you,O Lord,I once did know,
My hands once used for praying,now are numb,
My feet now frost bitten,no more can walk,
My body soaks,as all the waters come,
The storm is loud,I can not pray nor talk,
The wind from every side,whips me around,
I can not find the path that leads to you,
I try to walk,I stumble,hit the ground,
I'm blinded by the storm,I have no view,
But then my name,I hear you calling out,
And crawl toward your voice,from coldest doubt.
#12
When sorrowfully suffering I go,
Toward the bitter winter of my doubt,
Behind me faith,before me only woe,
Although I try,I can not turn about,
Ahead the clouds are dark,the thunder's roar,
I can not see the road,there are no skies,
Behind me is the road to heaven's door,
But without light,can't see it with my eyes,
So then I stagger in the rising storm,
I rise and fall,beaten by heavy wind,
I try to spot a place that's dry and warm,
But no such place for me am I to find,
Til looking back,I see you beckon me,
And follow you to heaven faithfully.
#13
O Lord,you are the sunshine of my joy,
Like rays of light to warm my coldest woes,
Which woes,would my poor heart come to destroy,
If not for your warm shining light,God knows,
You shine your light to chase my blues away,
When most it is,I am ill with sadness,
You light my path with the brightness of day,
So I see your path,that leads to gladness,
O Lord,you are my joy and all my light,
Without you I would walk in darkest cold,
You lead me down the path of warmest right,
So all your laws I gladly do uphold,
You lead me to warm light from coldest dark,
Where for your loving words,I calmly hark.
#14
You are the,Lord and God,of everything,
You create both peace and create evil,
You wash my feet as servant,are my King,
You created Jesus and the devil,
You love whom you shall love,hate whom you hate,
You punish some while others you reward,
You know each man's heart,and soul,each man's fate,
You have been hated,and have been adored,
You need to be loved as you need to love,
You make war with your enemies to win,
You live in hearts of men,yet live above,
You want to forgive everyone their sin,
You love me even though I sometimes frown,
You hate those,Lord,who kick me when I'm down.
#15
Ill sorrow,why have you come back to me,
Did I not send you far from me before?
I packed your bags,and shipped you out to sea,
Telling you,I don't love you anymore,
Yet here you stand at my front door again,
Telling me that you love me ever still,
Save God will have to forgive me my sin,
Of letting you in,so you I can kill,
I'll bury you in my backyard at night,
So there will be no witness to this crime,
I'll kill you in the basement,out of sight,
It's best for me in the morning time,
Wait,where are you going,don't run away?
I Vant to have you for dinner,please stay.
#16
How can I comprehend how great you are,
Creator of the heavens and the earth?
No beginning,older than any star,
My God,you never even had a birth,
Just how long have you really been around,
Or can a human mind even concieve?
That such a timeless date,can not be found,
And if so,how could any man believe?
Lord,you have always been as you are now,
How many other times have you made life?
Who else before men,before you did bow,
Only to end as we,in bitter strife?
How long,O Lord,by yourself did you live,
With no one else to love,your love to give?
#17
Thank God,that you are such a loving God,
Maker of sorrow,but also of joy,
Imagine if the roads of life I trod,
Were created by you, just to destroy,
Then there would be no such thing as heaven,
No loving kindness,no mercy nor grace,
No son of yours would die to save all men,
Instead there would be hatred in love's place,
A life without a single drop of love,
From an evil creator would be sad,
There would be no prayers to a God above,
Only a hell,whose God stayed always mad,
Thank you,you are a loving creator,
If not,life would be one big disaster*.
#18
Peter did walk a few steps on the sea,
But even that was something to behold,
With faith so great as that,could make one be,
As great as Christ Himself,his faith unfold?
So then,if Peter did it,why can't I?
More than a few steps,I'll walk the whole way,
I shall not be afraid,I shall not die,
I shall not sink,but walking I shall stay,
O Lord,not for me do I ask this thing,
But as a testimony to you God,
So everyone shall know that you are King,
As I across the sea shall calmly trod,
Through faith,Lord,I can do all things I want,
Save all those things,which I believe I can't.
#19
I praise your name giving you the glory,
For there is no other God before you,
Nor shall there be in future history,
A God so great that does the things you do,
You're loving kindness is for evermore,
You're grace and mercies are,Lord,without end,
They'll be none after you,nor was before,
Who from their heaven down to men descend,
Who sacrifice themselves unto their death,
To save a creature,that did love them not,
Forgiving them even to your last breath,
Paying a price for souls,your death had bought,
You are so wonderful,it makes me cry,
To think that just for me,you God,would die.
#20
The clouds,Lord,are dust on which your feet ride,
Above the joy and sorrow of all men,
The form of you above the clouds does hide,
To strengthen mankind's faith in you amen,
You dwell within a cloud of darkness,Lord,
So even though I'm looking,can not see,
That part of you that lacks descriptive word,
Your sweet face shining through eternity,
Nor can any man,Lord,look upon you,
Lest they all,Lord,should faint and quickly die,
Yet to behold you,Lord,what shall I do?
Since I can not look on you with my eye,
The only way to see you in this life,
Is looking through my sorrow,joy,and strife.
The End
*Not that it isn't already, but it makes
for a good Sonnet
© 2002 Angel De Fuego
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Sonnets From The Wizard's Apprentice
Sonnets From The Wizard's Apprentice
These Sonnets have an (ABCDEF-FEDCBA-GG) rhyme scheme.
These 35 Sonnets were Written in Tepoztlan Mexico,
Mexico city,La Paz B.C. Mexico and California U.S.A.
In 1993-94 Are based on actual events that
took place in my life.
#1
Drawn to Tepoztlan I ventured forward,
Until arriving there in windy March,
Although passing through other occasions,
This time decided I would stay awhile,
To learn the truthful way of wizards there,
And as it were,to find my true wizard,
Avoiding the ritualistic hazard,
Of marching to a drum,I knew not where,
Instead in darkness,walked a conscious mile,
While the wizard guided my elations,
With universal consciousness his torch,
Which light does shine incessantly onward,
And what he told me,I reveal to you,
That you may learn to be a wizard too.
#2
The wizard is the eagle gentleman,
Who I met first of May in ninety-three,
The last of a great line of warriors,
Who sacrificed himself to study war,
As he by choice has studied under those,
Holding ancient codices of power,
From Quetzalcoatl,unto this hour,
Such knowledge of the universe he knows,
To prepare my arrival long before,
I came to look for his eternal cures,
And blow my mind,with his eternity,
Which he revealed as truth to me amen,
He is a gentleman,though calls me god,
While knowing well the state of my facade.
#3
June third,I got up early this morning,
To see the wizard I call el mago,
Who suggests a walk around the canyon,
Beneath the Tepozteco pyramid,
Which sits above the town majestically,
But first he says that we must sit and smoke,
A special blend he calls the conscious toke,
He spoke of no time,save eternity,
Wherein all of life's formulas are hid,
The very laws which govern all to none,
That men can't see,blinded by their ego,
To throne themselves on folly,like some king,
El mago said,that men as these shall never,
See the truth that lies before them ever.
#4
El mago and I walked a few hours,
Along the mountains and up a creek bed,
Until we came to a cave at the end,
In which we entered about eighteen yards,
He stopped to usher light toward the roof,
Then said,there used to be an entranceway,
To rooms where young warriors trained by day,
And eagles never need a thing to prove,
For lending their wings to younger wizards,
Except to prove the ground where they descend,
As wing'ed serpent with a dragon's head,
Returning to earth her magic powers,
We then flew out that cave toward the sun,
To prove we and the universe were one.
#5
June fourth,today el mago and I went,
Hiking the valley led to Amatlan,
To see Pedro,a wizard friend of his,
Who took us where Quetzalcoatl was born,
Where living waters flow from natural springs,
And as we stood on such a sacred ground,
I saw no altar,no candles around,
Just mother nature,her sweet praises sings,
To the mayan god,it loves to adorn,
As giver of the wizard's life of bliss,
To make a god out of a simple man,
For those who deem it worth the effort spent,
The three of us,stood with that thought in mind,
As that thought flew,its own conscious to find.
#6
June seventh,I flew to el mago's pad,
Spending the restful day watching him work,
As painting is one of his professions,
And he does very well in Tepoztlan,
Since the subject matter of his painting,
Reveals the truth,catching the tourist's eye,
Which art does keep their eyeballs til the buy,
That money then goes to children starving,
In Mechico,even though he's Mayan,
Flying high on a wizard's intentions,
Which makes him more a god,and less a jerk,
To help out those less fortunate and glad,
He said that there are children starving now,
Potential wizards,he will help somehow.
#7
June eighth,and el mago,Pedro and I,
Went hiking over the Tepozteco,
To Santo Domingo,a little town,
Which is also known as Occatitlan,
Home to a magic cave,not always there,
Offering a view of the volcano,
From inside the cave you see el Poe Poe,
Covered with snow where left by nature bare,
Connecting all of this to Tepoztlan,
Enough to do away with any frown,
Connecting doubt to magic Mechico,
Which got its magic from the gods on high,
He said the volcano now holds the key,
To erupt,and fulfill the prophecy.
#8
June eleventh,el mago took me up,
To the top of the Mountain of the Man,
Which silhouette does profile a face,
Looking upward with anticipation,
And clearly seen from Tepoztlan below,
He said the mountain is the symbol of,
The eagle warrior flying above,
Protecting young wizards where'er they go,
Ready to die,protecting their nation,
As this whole zone is still a training place,
A military camp called Tepoztlan,
Where warriors drink from its magic cup,
He pointed to the town below and said,
All those who came to conquer us are dead.
#9
He continued to speak of Tepoztlan,
Being the only place in Mechico,
That was never conquered by anyone,
Even Cortez,ere Tenochtitlan beat,
Ran with his soldiers retreating far back,
To hide themselves from wizard warriors,
Protecting Montezuma's barriers,
Which no soul crossed,surprised by the attack,
Of eagle gentleman without defeat,
Invisible beneath Mechico's sun,
Protecting their sacred Tepozteco,
The treasure of the eagle gentleman,
He said Montezuma hid his treasure,
Where logically protection would occur.
#10
So then,we both took flight to Pedro's place,
Where we ate and drank the ritual pulky,
Then bebopped around to a reggae tune,
And then smoked kindly Pedro's special blend,
Which set the mood for el mago to talk,
He asked me if I thought that it was good,
To join the universal brotherhood,
I said,yes and on such a path I walk,
He said that I was wrong unto that end,
That it has only led man to his ruin,
To try and strive for false eternity,
Of brotherhood,without a brother's grace,
He said,don't be a universal bro,
Just be the universe itself to show.
#11
June twelfth,today el mago taught me how,
To channel some universal powers,
Derived from formulas which make up laws,
Easier understood than often found,
These laws,he calls the moment of power,
And when obeyed,power is then channeled,
To play with elements changing the world,
Just by removing time's elusive hour,
Exchanging time for cycles from the ground,
Of mother nature's rhythm without flaws,
To banish then all the man-made hours,
Which fall short of eternity and now,
He said the formulas what hold the key,
To learn to channel all eternity.
#12
He said that under these same formulas,
A man could create for himself some wine,
Or create enough wine to last his life,
Which won't last long,to abuse such a law,
It takes more energy to lift the glass,
Than create countless vats of primo drink,
At the atomic level,what I think,
Has little influence for changing mass,
But that the universal level saw,
The formulas,without ritual or strife,
To sit at nature's table and to dine,
The dream of every man that ever was,
The moment of power is the action,
Which then sets the formulas in motion.
#13
The mayan harmonic number system,
Is based on a binary progression,
Making the code of transmutation two,
Yes no,black white,on off,in and out etc.,
A dot is one unit,a bar is five,
And the shell is the zero completed,
And the key number which then is needed,
Is thirteen,keeping harmony alive,
To channel the tun,that's in the galact,
Whose own galactic mind makes me and you,
Who makes up all the consciousness or none,
From thirty-one thirteen wherefore did stem,
The thirteen twenty code of life itself,
Collecting dust on everybody's shelf.
#14
June fifteenth,and today I saw Pedro,
We went to his house,where he then showed me,
The mayan sacred calendar Tzolkin,
It looked as though made from a computer,
I asked him to interpret what it meant,
He said that it measured the great cycle,
From thirty-one thirteen B.C. first call,
To twenty-twelve A.D.last testament,
Which then will prove itself in the future,
Above all other calendars to win,
The race to measure all eternity,
Which it will prove and so far proves to show,
It is the only calendar thus tells,
True dates between all heavens and all hells.
#15
June nineteenth,and today el mago came,
To my room very early in the dawn,
He motioned to follow him,which I did,
Taking us both then to el mago's room,
And passing through his room,back to my place,
And then again back to el mago's pad,
We did this thirteen times to make him glad,
And it was not to exercise or race,
But to fulfill the thirteen mayan loom,
Which is the codex on the mayan grid,
That ku kul kan prides on his back to own,
The design which the mayan made their frame,
On which was built,such a conscious culture,
Could transmutate,and return from the future.
#16
He said the woman sleeping must give birth,
And when she does,the treasure is revealed,
A flood of knowledge turning Mechico,
Away from poverty to consciousness,
Which every other nation then will seek,
And give their everything to see the truth,
When ancient mayans return with their youth,
To guide the younger wizards who are weak,
Back to utopia's sweet righteousness,
A fact that every seeker then will know,
And should prepare themselves to then be healed,
When those who journeyed far,return to earth,
The woman sleeping is the volcano,
Whose sign erupting,starts the magic show.
#17
June twenty-first,today Pedro and I,
Met el mago downtown in la plaza,
Where we ate,and then took a conscious walk,
Through Tepoztlan,which was high in power,
Enough to show ancient temple ruins,
Invisible to those who can not see,
The truth of Mechico's eternity,
From where the knowledge grows and it begins,
From seed to blossom and then to flower,
Blooming its consciousness from healthy stock,
Then transmutate,as the wizard maya,
To soar the heavens,and to live on high,
El mago said that a door will open,
Which leads from earth to the mayan heaven.
#18
El mago said,the next transmutation,
Is scheduled for the year two thousand twelve,
Ending one cycle,and starting the next,
Another five thousand two hundred years,
And those who miss the portal must return,
To the schooling of their wizard lessons,
Teaching them the truth of their false fashions,
Which they will understand when they then learn,
To rise above the warring and the tears,
And read the message in the maya text,
Which teaches them how they may then evolve,
To the next stop,at the conscious station,
El mago said that those who miss that door,
Must stay,five thousand two hundred years more.
#19
July first,el mago said that man is,
Now in the last cycle called baktun twelve,
The next transformation of all matter,
By a galact synchronization beam,
Through which the sun and earth are traveling,
And that myself through mayan wizardry,
Will connect to the beams own energy,
Through the secret code,which he's revealing,
To me from his own mayan conscious dream,
The truth which falseness shall never scatter,
That I through wizardry will soon evolve,
To heaven from the pain of earth's abyss,
El mago said,though I was born a man,
That I'll star travel,like Pacal Voltan.
#20
July the fifth,today el mago said,
That I was to be an initiate,
To join the thirteen A H A U solar kine,
That in seven years,I'll come to power,
Seven counting from nineteen ninety-four,
Which is one year past the year two thousand,
When to the world,my mastery I'll send,
Which they shall neither deny nor ignore,
The truth of my bloom'ed conscious flower,
More precious than any earthly goldmine,
Whose gold is easy to depreciate,
Turning what once was gold to worthless lead,
El mago said,I have a ways to go,
But soon a solar master I shall show.
#21
El mago continued to speak some more,
About a solar master and his role,
As servant warrior to the bright sun,
A human who has a dream light body,
And through the skilled use of his kuxum soom,
His own galactic umbilical cord,
Connects to the source,a Solar Lord,
Right at the heart core of the mayan loom,
Which passes through the printed circuitry,
To pour into the universe as one,
Of thirteen channels,making up the whole,
Of Hun Nab Ku's solar galactic core,
El mago said,the solar masters are,
To guide the younger wizards to their star.
#22
July seventh,el mago said that I,
Will have many trials and tribulations,
Just as the perfect rainbow must pass through,
The storm before its perfect colors show,
So I too must pass through my own dark storm,
Before arriving at my perfect hues,
A true Satanic darkness singing blues,
About the punishment about to form,
A punishment which I alone shall know,
As like the risen Jesus also knew,
The Christ,with man's imperfect confessions,
For which I,too like Christ will have to die,
And rise to life again,the good Satan,
Whose light was meant to guide the path of man.
#23
El mago continued to speak about,
My own role to balance the two powers,
And that for every light,there must be dark,
And that in the whole mayan scheme of things,
There is no such thing,you can call evil,
Since both to them,is the same power source,
The perfect stallion,a white and black horse,
Neither white for God,nor black for devil,
Yet balancing the power of all things,
Not Mother birthing life,nor killing shark,
While the perfect combination flowers,
Whose color scheme create no fear nor doubt,
El mago said,it's not the black or white,
But all colors combined,that wins the fight.
#24
July eleventh,today el mago,
Took me to climb Teotihuacans,
Pyramids of the sun and of the moon,
He said that it's the place where gods touched earth,
And I believed him with a godly sense,
While standing top the solar pyramid,
Which magnatism I felt never hid,
Instead attracting me to its intense,
Power,the cradle of a wizard's birth,
Beneath the eyes of God above high noon,
As we both vowed and pledged our future plans,
To let the mayan in us always show,
While practicing our Mayan Wizardry,
The pure white magic of eternity.
#25
July fifteenth,today el mago said,
That there is only about eighteen years,
Which we have left to us to get prepared,
To transmutate as mayan Lakandons,
He said that for us yet there is still time,
Enough to prepare our bodies and minds,
By practicing kon that wizardry finds,
The harmonics inside us made to rhyme,
With all our earths rhyming with all our suns,
Which rhyme from us,with mankind then is shared,
To help end all the wars and all the tears,
That no apprentice should be left for dead,
For as we prepare ourselves we help those,
Escape the self-made darkness of their woes.
#26
July sixteenth,el mago spoke today,
Of ku kul kan,who is the dragon king,
With the body of a wing'ed serpent,
And god to all the mayans everywhere,
Whom he gives the key to transmutation,
To the next higher state of consciousness,
And ever closer to God's perfectness,
Which we understand by comfirmation,
That ku kul kan is waiting for us there,
Whom God has chosen as his testament,
To give god praise and faithfulness bring,
To him who will show us the proper way,
To transmute,just as the old masters did,
Through wizardry,that from all fools is hid.
#27
July eighteenth,and now it seems that I,
Will lose my wife to one who was my friend,
A fallen apprentice to the wizard,
It breaks me down to see it happening,
But there's nothing I can do to stop it,
I have already seen them making love,
But it is nothing I could ever prove,
And I would be better off to drop it,
And not call them on their immoral thing,
Which I must bear alone without a word,
Against those whom I loved unto the end,
And for their happiness,would gladly die,
For they have both taught me something in life,
That's a small price to pay,to lose my wife.
#28
July twenty,and I'm still very sad,
To lose my wife to him who was my friend,
But I must be strong and overcome this,
Or I shall surely wind up in my grave,
Which won't benefit anyone or me,
My heart is broke,but I'm still standing strong,
And I don't know if I should blame them wrong,
For as the wizard said,I must be free,
Desiring nothing,nothing to save,
Bidding farewell to all with one last kiss,
As I soar upward,preparing my end,
A new beginning for which now I'm glad,
For now I'm truely free to roam about,
Just me,my searching spirit,and no doubt.
#29
It's now April nineth,nineteen ninety-four,
I'm sitting inside 101 cafe,
Oceanside California,from the rain,
A lot has happened since June ninety-three,
I have been deported from Mechico,
Accused of causing trouble for my wife,
Who told the Feds that I threatened her life,
Which was a lie,to get me out,I know,
But for now I'm in the states,and I'm free,
And to leave behind me that dreadful pain,
I'm headed to my parent's house to stay,
And try to regroup my plans as before,
To take to Chiapas my searching bones,
And find me with the wizard Lakandons.
#30
April eleventh,and I'm feeling good,
Although I have no earthly possessions,
For I remember,back in Tepoztlan,
I was downtown in May of ninety-three,
And a woman I'd never met before,
Came right up to me,and she told me this,
"This is your last life here,you're off to bliss,
Getting off this planet forevermore,
To fall in the ranks of eternity,
And learn to be a god,from just a man,
On the next level with the conscious ones,
Whose thirst for peace outweighs their thirst for blood",
And as the wizard in Tepoztlan said,
I'll learn to lead,just as I once was led,
#31
April thirteenth,today through a codice
I learned of the Supernal Chariot,
Which is the mixture of the firmaments,
As told in the white wizards' Kabbalah,
Which is the writings of the ancient Jews,
Teaching the truth about white and black magic,
Which they call miracles,not just a trick,
And now today I recieve this good news,
Which proves the Wizard King is Jehovah,
As all of His white magic testaments,
And who has many names to His credit,
From Quetzalcoatl to the Jewish Jesus,
He's the same God, while having multi fame,
By which each culture codes a diff'rent name.
#32
April twenty-eighth,nineteen ninety-four,
And today I went to the library,
And found a book on some magic powers,
I found a mention of the Kabbalah,
And Sacred magic,was used by Moses,
His earlier grimoire of magic spells,
Not published with his other works thus tells,
Magic swords and prayers,for lovers uses,
And one's own blood mixed with said formula,
With results guaranteed within hours,
And Moses is mentioned in history,
And old magician Egyptian folklore,
But beyond folklore and more serious,
Was able to transmute his consciousness.
#33
May eighth,I am finding out the real truth,
About Spiritus Alchemist magic,
It seems the formulas for conjuring,
Are similar in the following ways,
Both black and white magic use Pentagrams,
Both black and white use ceremonials,
Except the black will use fallen angels,
Yet both the black and white use Tetragrams,
Both sacrifice on very special days,
Except the white needs no human killing,
But uses animals to do the trick,
As long as they are clean and white,it's couth,
Both black and white magic are very real,
The white is for life,and the black to kill.
#34
May tenth,white magic is harder than black,
Since the evil angels are more willing,
To cooperate with a sorcerer,
And the white good angels are more cautious,
To lend their power to a mortal man,
Who first must prove all his good intensions,
Until he does,there will be detentions,
To give it him until he proves he can,
And once he has it,should raise consciousness,
Helping the power in him to mature,
While decoding the secrets channeling,
Through his own spirit,and to God get back,
The Key of Solomon,I now have found,
To be the only true magic around.
#35
June first, I find it easier each day,
To now conjure up the Sacred magic,
Which Solomon got directly from God,
I now have angels noticing me more,
And I can even question them alone,
By using certain ancient magic words,
That Solomon used,conjuring those Lords,
And to the true seeker,are ever shown,
As they were shown to others long before,
And now are signs upon this road I trod,
Which shows me even now the goodly trick,
To obtain power for my Sacred way,
For pleasures received from endless wishes,
Master of fools,and controlling witches.
The End
© 1994 Angel De Fuego
These Sonnets have an (ABCDEF-FEDCBA-GG) rhyme scheme.
These 35 Sonnets were Written in Tepoztlan Mexico,
Mexico city,La Paz B.C. Mexico and California U.S.A.
In 1993-94 Are based on actual events that
took place in my life.
#1
Drawn to Tepoztlan I ventured forward,
Until arriving there in windy March,
Although passing through other occasions,
This time decided I would stay awhile,
To learn the truthful way of wizards there,
And as it were,to find my true wizard,
Avoiding the ritualistic hazard,
Of marching to a drum,I knew not where,
Instead in darkness,walked a conscious mile,
While the wizard guided my elations,
With universal consciousness his torch,
Which light does shine incessantly onward,
And what he told me,I reveal to you,
That you may learn to be a wizard too.
#2
The wizard is the eagle gentleman,
Who I met first of May in ninety-three,
The last of a great line of warriors,
Who sacrificed himself to study war,
As he by choice has studied under those,
Holding ancient codices of power,
From Quetzalcoatl,unto this hour,
Such knowledge of the universe he knows,
To prepare my arrival long before,
I came to look for his eternal cures,
And blow my mind,with his eternity,
Which he revealed as truth to me amen,
He is a gentleman,though calls me god,
While knowing well the state of my facade.
#3
June third,I got up early this morning,
To see the wizard I call el mago,
Who suggests a walk around the canyon,
Beneath the Tepozteco pyramid,
Which sits above the town majestically,
But first he says that we must sit and smoke,
A special blend he calls the conscious toke,
He spoke of no time,save eternity,
Wherein all of life's formulas are hid,
The very laws which govern all to none,
That men can't see,blinded by their ego,
To throne themselves on folly,like some king,
El mago said,that men as these shall never,
See the truth that lies before them ever.
#4
El mago and I walked a few hours,
Along the mountains and up a creek bed,
Until we came to a cave at the end,
In which we entered about eighteen yards,
He stopped to usher light toward the roof,
Then said,there used to be an entranceway,
To rooms where young warriors trained by day,
And eagles never need a thing to prove,
For lending their wings to younger wizards,
Except to prove the ground where they descend,
As wing'ed serpent with a dragon's head,
Returning to earth her magic powers,
We then flew out that cave toward the sun,
To prove we and the universe were one.
#5
June fourth,today el mago and I went,
Hiking the valley led to Amatlan,
To see Pedro,a wizard friend of his,
Who took us where Quetzalcoatl was born,
Where living waters flow from natural springs,
And as we stood on such a sacred ground,
I saw no altar,no candles around,
Just mother nature,her sweet praises sings,
To the mayan god,it loves to adorn,
As giver of the wizard's life of bliss,
To make a god out of a simple man,
For those who deem it worth the effort spent,
The three of us,stood with that thought in mind,
As that thought flew,its own conscious to find.
#6
June seventh,I flew to el mago's pad,
Spending the restful day watching him work,
As painting is one of his professions,
And he does very well in Tepoztlan,
Since the subject matter of his painting,
Reveals the truth,catching the tourist's eye,
Which art does keep their eyeballs til the buy,
That money then goes to children starving,
In Mechico,even though he's Mayan,
Flying high on a wizard's intentions,
Which makes him more a god,and less a jerk,
To help out those less fortunate and glad,
He said that there are children starving now,
Potential wizards,he will help somehow.
#7
June eighth,and el mago,Pedro and I,
Went hiking over the Tepozteco,
To Santo Domingo,a little town,
Which is also known as Occatitlan,
Home to a magic cave,not always there,
Offering a view of the volcano,
From inside the cave you see el Poe Poe,
Covered with snow where left by nature bare,
Connecting all of this to Tepoztlan,
Enough to do away with any frown,
Connecting doubt to magic Mechico,
Which got its magic from the gods on high,
He said the volcano now holds the key,
To erupt,and fulfill the prophecy.
#8
June eleventh,el mago took me up,
To the top of the Mountain of the Man,
Which silhouette does profile a face,
Looking upward with anticipation,
And clearly seen from Tepoztlan below,
He said the mountain is the symbol of,
The eagle warrior flying above,
Protecting young wizards where'er they go,
Ready to die,protecting their nation,
As this whole zone is still a training place,
A military camp called Tepoztlan,
Where warriors drink from its magic cup,
He pointed to the town below and said,
All those who came to conquer us are dead.
#9
He continued to speak of Tepoztlan,
Being the only place in Mechico,
That was never conquered by anyone,
Even Cortez,ere Tenochtitlan beat,
Ran with his soldiers retreating far back,
To hide themselves from wizard warriors,
Protecting Montezuma's barriers,
Which no soul crossed,surprised by the attack,
Of eagle gentleman without defeat,
Invisible beneath Mechico's sun,
Protecting their sacred Tepozteco,
The treasure of the eagle gentleman,
He said Montezuma hid his treasure,
Where logically protection would occur.
#10
So then,we both took flight to Pedro's place,
Where we ate and drank the ritual pulky,
Then bebopped around to a reggae tune,
And then smoked kindly Pedro's special blend,
Which set the mood for el mago to talk,
He asked me if I thought that it was good,
To join the universal brotherhood,
I said,yes and on such a path I walk,
He said that I was wrong unto that end,
That it has only led man to his ruin,
To try and strive for false eternity,
Of brotherhood,without a brother's grace,
He said,don't be a universal bro,
Just be the universe itself to show.
#11
June twelfth,today el mago taught me how,
To channel some universal powers,
Derived from formulas which make up laws,
Easier understood than often found,
These laws,he calls the moment of power,
And when obeyed,power is then channeled,
To play with elements changing the world,
Just by removing time's elusive hour,
Exchanging time for cycles from the ground,
Of mother nature's rhythm without flaws,
To banish then all the man-made hours,
Which fall short of eternity and now,
He said the formulas what hold the key,
To learn to channel all eternity.
#12
He said that under these same formulas,
A man could create for himself some wine,
Or create enough wine to last his life,
Which won't last long,to abuse such a law,
It takes more energy to lift the glass,
Than create countless vats of primo drink,
At the atomic level,what I think,
Has little influence for changing mass,
But that the universal level saw,
The formulas,without ritual or strife,
To sit at nature's table and to dine,
The dream of every man that ever was,
The moment of power is the action,
Which then sets the formulas in motion.
#13
The mayan harmonic number system,
Is based on a binary progression,
Making the code of transmutation two,
Yes no,black white,on off,in and out etc.,
A dot is one unit,a bar is five,
And the shell is the zero completed,
And the key number which then is needed,
Is thirteen,keeping harmony alive,
To channel the tun,that's in the galact,
Whose own galactic mind makes me and you,
Who makes up all the consciousness or none,
From thirty-one thirteen wherefore did stem,
The thirteen twenty code of life itself,
Collecting dust on everybody's shelf.
#14
June fifteenth,and today I saw Pedro,
We went to his house,where he then showed me,
The mayan sacred calendar Tzolkin,
It looked as though made from a computer,
I asked him to interpret what it meant,
He said that it measured the great cycle,
From thirty-one thirteen B.C. first call,
To twenty-twelve A.D.last testament,
Which then will prove itself in the future,
Above all other calendars to win,
The race to measure all eternity,
Which it will prove and so far proves to show,
It is the only calendar thus tells,
True dates between all heavens and all hells.
#15
June nineteenth,and today el mago came,
To my room very early in the dawn,
He motioned to follow him,which I did,
Taking us both then to el mago's room,
And passing through his room,back to my place,
And then again back to el mago's pad,
We did this thirteen times to make him glad,
And it was not to exercise or race,
But to fulfill the thirteen mayan loom,
Which is the codex on the mayan grid,
That ku kul kan prides on his back to own,
The design which the mayan made their frame,
On which was built,such a conscious culture,
Could transmutate,and return from the future.
#16
He said the woman sleeping must give birth,
And when she does,the treasure is revealed,
A flood of knowledge turning Mechico,
Away from poverty to consciousness,
Which every other nation then will seek,
And give their everything to see the truth,
When ancient mayans return with their youth,
To guide the younger wizards who are weak,
Back to utopia's sweet righteousness,
A fact that every seeker then will know,
And should prepare themselves to then be healed,
When those who journeyed far,return to earth,
The woman sleeping is the volcano,
Whose sign erupting,starts the magic show.
#17
June twenty-first,today Pedro and I,
Met el mago downtown in la plaza,
Where we ate,and then took a conscious walk,
Through Tepoztlan,which was high in power,
Enough to show ancient temple ruins,
Invisible to those who can not see,
The truth of Mechico's eternity,
From where the knowledge grows and it begins,
From seed to blossom and then to flower,
Blooming its consciousness from healthy stock,
Then transmutate,as the wizard maya,
To soar the heavens,and to live on high,
El mago said that a door will open,
Which leads from earth to the mayan heaven.
#18
El mago said,the next transmutation,
Is scheduled for the year two thousand twelve,
Ending one cycle,and starting the next,
Another five thousand two hundred years,
And those who miss the portal must return,
To the schooling of their wizard lessons,
Teaching them the truth of their false fashions,
Which they will understand when they then learn,
To rise above the warring and the tears,
And read the message in the maya text,
Which teaches them how they may then evolve,
To the next stop,at the conscious station,
El mago said that those who miss that door,
Must stay,five thousand two hundred years more.
#19
July first,el mago said that man is,
Now in the last cycle called baktun twelve,
The next transformation of all matter,
By a galact synchronization beam,
Through which the sun and earth are traveling,
And that myself through mayan wizardry,
Will connect to the beams own energy,
Through the secret code,which he's revealing,
To me from his own mayan conscious dream,
The truth which falseness shall never scatter,
That I through wizardry will soon evolve,
To heaven from the pain of earth's abyss,
El mago said,though I was born a man,
That I'll star travel,like Pacal Voltan.
#20
July the fifth,today el mago said,
That I was to be an initiate,
To join the thirteen A H A U solar kine,
That in seven years,I'll come to power,
Seven counting from nineteen ninety-four,
Which is one year past the year two thousand,
When to the world,my mastery I'll send,
Which they shall neither deny nor ignore,
The truth of my bloom'ed conscious flower,
More precious than any earthly goldmine,
Whose gold is easy to depreciate,
Turning what once was gold to worthless lead,
El mago said,I have a ways to go,
But soon a solar master I shall show.
#21
El mago continued to speak some more,
About a solar master and his role,
As servant warrior to the bright sun,
A human who has a dream light body,
And through the skilled use of his kuxum soom,
His own galactic umbilical cord,
Connects to the source,a Solar Lord,
Right at the heart core of the mayan loom,
Which passes through the printed circuitry,
To pour into the universe as one,
Of thirteen channels,making up the whole,
Of Hun Nab Ku's solar galactic core,
El mago said,the solar masters are,
To guide the younger wizards to their star.
#22
July seventh,el mago said that I,
Will have many trials and tribulations,
Just as the perfect rainbow must pass through,
The storm before its perfect colors show,
So I too must pass through my own dark storm,
Before arriving at my perfect hues,
A true Satanic darkness singing blues,
About the punishment about to form,
A punishment which I alone shall know,
As like the risen Jesus also knew,
The Christ,with man's imperfect confessions,
For which I,too like Christ will have to die,
And rise to life again,the good Satan,
Whose light was meant to guide the path of man.
#23
El mago continued to speak about,
My own role to balance the two powers,
And that for every light,there must be dark,
And that in the whole mayan scheme of things,
There is no such thing,you can call evil,
Since both to them,is the same power source,
The perfect stallion,a white and black horse,
Neither white for God,nor black for devil,
Yet balancing the power of all things,
Not Mother birthing life,nor killing shark,
While the perfect combination flowers,
Whose color scheme create no fear nor doubt,
El mago said,it's not the black or white,
But all colors combined,that wins the fight.
#24
July eleventh,today el mago,
Took me to climb Teotihuacans,
Pyramids of the sun and of the moon,
He said that it's the place where gods touched earth,
And I believed him with a godly sense,
While standing top the solar pyramid,
Which magnatism I felt never hid,
Instead attracting me to its intense,
Power,the cradle of a wizard's birth,
Beneath the eyes of God above high noon,
As we both vowed and pledged our future plans,
To let the mayan in us always show,
While practicing our Mayan Wizardry,
The pure white magic of eternity.
#25
July fifteenth,today el mago said,
That there is only about eighteen years,
Which we have left to us to get prepared,
To transmutate as mayan Lakandons,
He said that for us yet there is still time,
Enough to prepare our bodies and minds,
By practicing kon that wizardry finds,
The harmonics inside us made to rhyme,
With all our earths rhyming with all our suns,
Which rhyme from us,with mankind then is shared,
To help end all the wars and all the tears,
That no apprentice should be left for dead,
For as we prepare ourselves we help those,
Escape the self-made darkness of their woes.
#26
July sixteenth,el mago spoke today,
Of ku kul kan,who is the dragon king,
With the body of a wing'ed serpent,
And god to all the mayans everywhere,
Whom he gives the key to transmutation,
To the next higher state of consciousness,
And ever closer to God's perfectness,
Which we understand by comfirmation,
That ku kul kan is waiting for us there,
Whom God has chosen as his testament,
To give god praise and faithfulness bring,
To him who will show us the proper way,
To transmute,just as the old masters did,
Through wizardry,that from all fools is hid.
#27
July eighteenth,and now it seems that I,
Will lose my wife to one who was my friend,
A fallen apprentice to the wizard,
It breaks me down to see it happening,
But there's nothing I can do to stop it,
I have already seen them making love,
But it is nothing I could ever prove,
And I would be better off to drop it,
And not call them on their immoral thing,
Which I must bear alone without a word,
Against those whom I loved unto the end,
And for their happiness,would gladly die,
For they have both taught me something in life,
That's a small price to pay,to lose my wife.
#28
July twenty,and I'm still very sad,
To lose my wife to him who was my friend,
But I must be strong and overcome this,
Or I shall surely wind up in my grave,
Which won't benefit anyone or me,
My heart is broke,but I'm still standing strong,
And I don't know if I should blame them wrong,
For as the wizard said,I must be free,
Desiring nothing,nothing to save,
Bidding farewell to all with one last kiss,
As I soar upward,preparing my end,
A new beginning for which now I'm glad,
For now I'm truely free to roam about,
Just me,my searching spirit,and no doubt.
#29
It's now April nineth,nineteen ninety-four,
I'm sitting inside 101 cafe,
Oceanside California,from the rain,
A lot has happened since June ninety-three,
I have been deported from Mechico,
Accused of causing trouble for my wife,
Who told the Feds that I threatened her life,
Which was a lie,to get me out,I know,
But for now I'm in the states,and I'm free,
And to leave behind me that dreadful pain,
I'm headed to my parent's house to stay,
And try to regroup my plans as before,
To take to Chiapas my searching bones,
And find me with the wizard Lakandons.
#30
April eleventh,and I'm feeling good,
Although I have no earthly possessions,
For I remember,back in Tepoztlan,
I was downtown in May of ninety-three,
And a woman I'd never met before,
Came right up to me,and she told me this,
"This is your last life here,you're off to bliss,
Getting off this planet forevermore,
To fall in the ranks of eternity,
And learn to be a god,from just a man,
On the next level with the conscious ones,
Whose thirst for peace outweighs their thirst for blood",
And as the wizard in Tepoztlan said,
I'll learn to lead,just as I once was led,
#31
April thirteenth,today through a codice
I learned of the Supernal Chariot,
Which is the mixture of the firmaments,
As told in the white wizards' Kabbalah,
Which is the writings of the ancient Jews,
Teaching the truth about white and black magic,
Which they call miracles,not just a trick,
And now today I recieve this good news,
Which proves the Wizard King is Jehovah,
As all of His white magic testaments,
And who has many names to His credit,
From Quetzalcoatl to the Jewish Jesus,
He's the same God, while having multi fame,
By which each culture codes a diff'rent name.
#32
April twenty-eighth,nineteen ninety-four,
And today I went to the library,
And found a book on some magic powers,
I found a mention of the Kabbalah,
And Sacred magic,was used by Moses,
His earlier grimoire of magic spells,
Not published with his other works thus tells,
Magic swords and prayers,for lovers uses,
And one's own blood mixed with said formula,
With results guaranteed within hours,
And Moses is mentioned in history,
And old magician Egyptian folklore,
But beyond folklore and more serious,
Was able to transmute his consciousness.
#33
May eighth,I am finding out the real truth,
About Spiritus Alchemist magic,
It seems the formulas for conjuring,
Are similar in the following ways,
Both black and white magic use Pentagrams,
Both black and white use ceremonials,
Except the black will use fallen angels,
Yet both the black and white use Tetragrams,
Both sacrifice on very special days,
Except the white needs no human killing,
But uses animals to do the trick,
As long as they are clean and white,it's couth,
Both black and white magic are very real,
The white is for life,and the black to kill.
#34
May tenth,white magic is harder than black,
Since the evil angels are more willing,
To cooperate with a sorcerer,
And the white good angels are more cautious,
To lend their power to a mortal man,
Who first must prove all his good intensions,
Until he does,there will be detentions,
To give it him until he proves he can,
And once he has it,should raise consciousness,
Helping the power in him to mature,
While decoding the secrets channeling,
Through his own spirit,and to God get back,
The Key of Solomon,I now have found,
To be the only true magic around.
#35
June first, I find it easier each day,
To now conjure up the Sacred magic,
Which Solomon got directly from God,
I now have angels noticing me more,
And I can even question them alone,
By using certain ancient magic words,
That Solomon used,conjuring those Lords,
And to the true seeker,are ever shown,
As they were shown to others long before,
And now are signs upon this road I trod,
Which shows me even now the goodly trick,
To obtain power for my Sacred way,
For pleasures received from endless wishes,
Master of fools,and controlling witches.
The End
© 1994 Angel De Fuego
Saturday, September 18, 2004
The Three Versions Of Life
Three Versions of Life
(The Other Trinity)
These Sonnets have an (ABCDEFG-GFEDCBA-HH)
rhyme scheme. There are 7 Sonnets per each 3
versions, for a total of 21 Sonnets.
Written in 1989 in Mexico
First version The version of Satan,
as the representation of evil
#1
I shall be judged for evil,I have done,
And then be bound in chains,with a black mass,
But I again shall rise to victory,
After a thousand years,and not before,
Just as was prophesied so long ago,
To torment,and hence to be tormented,
The gnashing of my teeth shall quake the earth,
Raging fire shall exhale,with my hot breath,
To burn all armies who are intended,
On marching my domain a holy foe,
Outside all boundaries of my godly core,
And just as Jesus walked across the sea,
So I shall walk across the sea of glass,
To take my place upon my golden throne,
As I fell,the Archangel Lucifer,
So shall you all fall with me,to the fire.
#2
There shall be a battle fought in heaven,
And I shall bring Jehovah,to His knees,
I shall ascend to heaven the most high,
To rule the universe my perfect way,
As I am the most perfect creation,
And all shall sing their praises to my name,
And all shall acknowledge,I am their god,
Or I'll curse them for the dark roads they trod,
And for their evil deeds,by which they came,
Lo,I shall give them endless temptation,
And for their goodness,I shall make them pay,
Then wiping on their tears I'll make them cry,
I'll plague them with hatred,like a disease,
Forgive them not,seventy times seven,
I fell,as the Archangel Lucifer,
And they shall all fall with me,to the fire
.#3
And there shall be a new heaven and hell,
Then I shall cast a darkness on the earth,
And no holy light shall shine upon it,
For I shall bind the God of light in chains,
And cast Him to the darkness,ever more,
Then all the hosts of heaven,I'll cast out,
Except the bloody lamb,who is the Christ,
For He shall sit on my left side,a priest,
And he shall punish those who turn about,
From evil,to the goodness they adore,
And they shall have no hope,and have no gains,
Save my hot fire,to burn them in my pit,
And I shall make them fornicate new birth,
To smite their child,who rings the holy bell,
I fell as the Archangel Lucifer,
And you shall all fall with me,to the fire.
#4
Lo,I shall make my armies to march forth,
To conquer all creation in my name,
And there shall be no spirit that can hide,
From my demons of darkness bearing swords,
Who soar the heavens,on their blacken wings,
Like vampires by night,in search of blood,
To bite all men who walk upon the ground,
Where ever theres a goodly spirit found,
Converting them to darkness from the good,
And I shall delight in such evil things,
To see them desecrate the holy words,
The prophets wrote and left,after they died,
And for myself all kingdoms I shall claim,
From East to West,and then from South to North,
I fell as the Archangel Lucifer,
And you shall all fall with me to the fire.
#5
Lo,I shall defecate upon the earth,
And from my defecation shall arise,
The new Hades of brimstone and of fire,
Lo,it shall burn throughout eternity,
And it shall be full of celebration,
And every kind of evil shall abide,
And everyone shall be drunk with new wine,
Which is fermented blood,of fated swine,
And I shall make each harlot my own bride,
To fill them with my divine erection,
And my seaman shall flow as a vast sea,
And my children in evil shall aspire,
To be the sons,and daughters of my lies,
And they shall find in goodlyness no worth,
As I fell the Archangel Lucifer,
So shall they all fall with me to the fire.
#6
Lo,I shall make the dark empire a jewel,
To place upon my flaming golden crown,
For it alone is worthy to hang there,
With all its hypocrites and false teachers,
With all its decadence and all its takers,
With all its murders and its drug abuse,
With all its raping,and pornography,
Its youth aspiring to be like me,
Its criminals who have no real excuse,
Its prissyness and its god like fakers,
Its political coniving creatures,
Its presidents who golf without a care,
While all its social structures tumble down,
Save for the rich,who treat the poorly cruel,
I fell as the Archangel Lucifer,
And I shall fall them with me to the fire.
#7
Yea,I shall write upon their hearts my verse,
And they shall make my prophecies their lust,
And they shall bring to me for sacrifice,
Their twelve tribes of vergin,first born daughters,
And I shall posses every living thing,
And there shall be no peace throughout the land,
I shall replace love,with bitter hatred,
And there shall be nothing which is sacred,
For I shall reach out with my burning hand,
And to myself all things aflamed I'll bring,
I shall change the physics of their matters,
To hottest hot,from all the coldest ice,
And I shall open full my burning thrust,
For I shall set ablaze,the universe,
As I fell the Archangel Lucifer,
So shall you all fall with me to the fire.
Second version The version of Christ
As the representation of goodness.
#1
Get behind me,you serpent Lucifer,
For I shall truly bind you once again,
And you shall never rise again from hell,
And you shall burn for every evil thing,
And I shall command that you let those free,
For whom I died for,on redemptions cross,
But rose again to life on the third day,
And I'll return to take them all away,
Beyond a bridge which stretches far across,
To heaven,where they'll live eternally,
To stand before the throne of God and sing,
And I say this is true,what I now tell,
That they who ask me to forgive their sin,
Shall never burn with you in the hot fire,
I am the risen Christ,the Lord Jesus,
And I shall raise them,to my consciousness.
#2
And they shall live in new Jerusalem,
And I shall walk with them on streets of gold,
And everyone shall have a mansion there,
Even where the lamb lies with the lion,
As it is written in the holy word,
And God shall wipe the tears from all their eyes,
And they shall praise God through eternity,
Before His throne of gold,on the glass sea,
Neath emerald rainbow,in heavenly skies,
And He who brings not peace,but a sword,
Does also rest His feet upon Zion,
And sits upon His golden throne to hear,
Angelic choirs,the shepherds did behold,
When the bright star,shined over Bethlehem,
I am the living Christ,the Lord Jesus,
And they shall all rise to my consciousness.
#3
And I shall profess them to my Father,
That they who know me,I also know them,
And they shall enter into the city,
Which I have prepared,with carpenters hands,
Of perfect jewels and treasures and of gold,
Ans it will descend from God,and through space,
Stargating from His Godly womb of birth,
To land upon the new and perfect earth,
A gift to mankind from His perfect grace,
Who's countenance the angels now behold,
The brightness that now all around Him stands,
His glory shining through eternity,
The light of his beloved Jerusalem,
Where the chosen shall love,each his brother,
I am the risen Christ,the Lord Jesus,
And I shall rise these,to my consciousness.
#4
And after the last seed has been planted,
There shall grow from it the tree of knowledge,
And they shall partake of the fruit it gives,
For He shall teach to them His own wisdom,
And they shall learn the truth forevermore,
They shall be His righteous sons and daughters,
And He shall make them gods over angels,
Who drink from the well of the evangels,
Which flows from the sea of living waters,
Beyond the bridge which leads to heavens door,
Which He shall open wide to His kingdom,
Where He Himself our holy Father lives,
To brightly shine through every coming age,
That His perfect will,should be exalted,
I am the living Christ,the Lord Jesus,
And they shall all rise,to my consciousness.
#5
And now I tell you what must come to pass,
Before I return,for those who love me,
For whom I have sacrificed my own blood,
Even after death,I kept my promise,
To rise again,that they may also live,
But before I return,there must be love,
Or I shall have nothing to return for,
Behold,I stand and knock at each mans door,
And if just one,should look to me above,
Should open up his heart to freely give,
I then shall greet him,with the Masters kiss,
And bless him for his faith,which makes him good,
Lo,we shall return to eternity,
To walk to God,across the sea of glass,
I the Christ,and Jesus the Lord sala,
Shall rise him to my conscious nirvana.
#6
And does not nature herself,teach to you,
Behold,the time is near,even at hand,
The harvest moon shall soon turn to blood red,
And now is the time to prepare yourselfs,
For each kind of trial,and tribulation,
The sign that I,soon return for my own,
And in those days,kings shall have the power,
To destroy the earth,within an hour,
And every kind of warring shall be known,
Until the final annihilation,
But let not my words,dust upon your shelves,
And take to heart,believing what I said,
For I shall return to earths quaking land,
To take Gods children,back to Him anew,
I am the living Christ,the Lord Jesus,
And I shall raise them to my consciousness.
#7
Yes,I shall teary,until every ear,
Has heard the news,I died but rose from death,
To take my place,at the right hand of God,
And every man,shall have an equal chance,
To be forgiven of his natures sin,
And stand before God,without a blemish,
But with a spirit,pure and white as snow,
The envy of angels,who can not know,
Gods forgiving love,which is unselfish,
Which He has shown to man,time and again,
And with each passing hour,does enhance,
To guide the steps of those,on His road trod,
And fill them with His life's renewing breath,
While to His throne,they ever closer near,
I am the living Christ,the Lord Jesus,
And I shall rise them,to my consciousness.
The third version The version of Adam
As the representation of mankind.
#1
We know you both are real,Satan and God,
We've heard it said,this must be hell on earth,
And we have heard it said,this must be heaven,
We see the destruction and the evil,
We see the caring,and the peace and love,
And see the evidence,of evil kings,
We've seen some promises of good come true,
And some of us,believe in both of you,
But we still lack the answers to some things,
While some of us,live by the stars above,
Others of us work,to be more civil,
While some of us are balanced and are even,
The rest of us are falling from new birth,
To kill for pleasure,on the roads we trod,
We all,are just the souls that mankind is,
And we shall rise or fall,to our abyss.
#2
We shall surly cause our own destruction,
If we should send forth,our flaming arrows,
Not having the full consciousness of it,
Which is our labeled spirit Lucifer,
And His fire,shall consume the world,
Until it burns out,and it cools to dust,
We prophesied,that this would come to pass,
If we don't somehow,raise our consciousness,
Leaving behind,natural selected lust,
Evolving from our inner godly word,
And learning how to,control our own fire,
Rising it through our chakras,from our pit,
To our heads,where it nirvana hallows,
Completing the cycle of creation,
We all,are just the souls that mankind is,
An we shall fall and rise,to our abyss.
#3
And we now stagnate,from suffered karma,
The result of a foolish chosen cause,
We could be light years from our present state,
If not for our greed of instant pleasure,
Which natural selects itself to comfort,
Choosing the valleys easy way back home,
Regardless of the storm ahead rising,
To flood the vally,while compromising,
The higher harder trail,still safe to roam,
Which also yields the means to build a fort,
From the fierce storms battle in full measure,
Of every kind of selfish greed and hate,
For which we need to have a billion laws,
Which we would not need,with perfect dharma,
We are,just all the souls,that mankind is,
And we shall fall or rise from our abyss.
#4
Look,we could have god like technology,
To stargate to other universes,
If it was not for blinding ignorance,
And the fear,that there's nothing after death,
Of the growing mass's of common man,
Who can not raise his consciousness enough,
To see the truth beneath his very nose,
And even though as plain as day it shows,
We still ignore the truth,for worthless stuff,
Which ends up in the mortal garbage can,
Like every wasted and conceited breath,
Of each of us who pay our recompense,
To support the war,save it disperses,
And peace should finally have eternity,
We all are just the souls,that mankind is,
And we will rise or fall,in our abyss.
#5
And while we proceed in our destruction,
We proceed to destroy,our Mother earth,
And without her womb,there is no mankind,
And without man,there is no consciousness,
Of the living Core,some now call God,
And though Gods consciousness will still exist,
There would not be a consciousness of it,
By man,who creates what he will admit,
Without knowledge of what it does consist,
To himself,what is true,and what's facade,
About what's spiritual and what's religious,
About what's seen or hid,from those are blind,
About good and bad,and of death,and birth,
Of cause and effect,and evolution,
We are all,just the souls that mankind is,
And we can rise or fall,in our abyss.
#6
Now everybody claims to know the truth,
But every truth,has its definition,
Which brightly shines,proceeding from the Core,
An ever-living conscious,without birth,
Completing the ring of eternity,
Like a perfect sphere,the center of space,
An eye,which see's itself inside and out,
And while the sun does look upon our doubt,
We sit at our tables to say the grace,
To thank it for its warm prosperity,
Which yields the fruits of Mother natures earth,
And to all,it would yield an ample store,
If not for that old,selfish condition,
Of mans obsession with his dying youth,
We all are just the souls that mankind is,
And we shall fall or rise,from our abyss.
#7
A clock ticks on,after it's maker dies,
But it too,must some day stop forever,
Yet not after perhaps,a thousand years,
So how much more will mankind's heart tick on,
Made by the Core,which lives eternally?
As a whole,mankind could mechanism,
Making his conscious,an eternal clock,
To stargate himself through deaths cryptic rock,
Of every kind of fanaticism,
Of what the real truth should,or should not be,
Before it's too late,and the chance is gone,
And mankind's left to bare unhopeful tears,
To kill the Womb,of his blessed Mother,
And his extinction finally does realize,
We all,are just the souls that mankind is,
And we shall rise or fall,to our abyss.
The End
Angel De Fuego
copyright 1989
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more of my Sonnets.
(The Other Trinity)
These Sonnets have an (ABCDEFG-GFEDCBA-HH)
rhyme scheme. There are 7 Sonnets per each 3
versions, for a total of 21 Sonnets.
Written in 1989 in Mexico
First version The version of Satan,
as the representation of evil
De las Tres Versiones De la Vida.
#1
Me juzgarán para el mal que he hecho,
Y entonces estar limitado en cadenas con una masa negra,
Pero me levantaré otra vez a la victoria,
Después de mil años y no antes,
Apenas como prophesied así que largo hace,
Para atormentar, el and por lo tanto que se atormentará,
El gnashing de mis dientes temblará la tierra,
Fuego que rabia exhalará con mi respiración caliente,
Quemarse a todos los ejércitos que se piensen,
Al marchar mi dominio un enemigo santo,
Fuera de todos los límites de mi base santa,
Y apenas como Jesús caminó a través del mar,
Así que caminaré a través del mar del cristal,
Tomar mi lugar sobre mi trono de oro,
Pues me caí el Archangel Lucifer,
Psí que todo ustedes la caída con mí al fuego.
Above is the first sonnet
translated into Spanish.
#1
Me juzgarán para el mal que he hecho,
Y entonces estar limitado en cadenas con una masa negra,
Pero me levantaré otra vez a la victoria,
Después de mil años y no antes,
Apenas como prophesied así que largo hace,
Para atormentar, el and por lo tanto que se atormentará,
El gnashing de mis dientes temblará la tierra,
Fuego que rabia exhalará con mi respiración caliente,
Quemarse a todos los ejércitos que se piensen,
Al marchar mi dominio un enemigo santo,
Fuera de todos los límites de mi base santa,
Y apenas como Jesús caminó a través del mar,
Así que caminaré a través del mar del cristal,
Tomar mi lugar sobre mi trono de oro,
Pues me caí el Archangel Lucifer,
Psí que todo ustedes la caída con mí al fuego.
Above is the first sonnet
translated into Spanish.
#1
I shall be judged for evil,I have done,
And then be bound in chains,with a black mass,
But I again shall rise to victory,
After a thousand years,and not before,
Just as was prophesied so long ago,
To torment,and hence to be tormented,
The gnashing of my teeth shall quake the earth,
Raging fire shall exhale,with my hot breath,
To burn all armies who are intended,
On marching my domain a holy foe,
Outside all boundaries of my godly core,
And just as Jesus walked across the sea,
So I shall walk across the sea of glass,
To take my place upon my golden throne,
As I fell,the Archangel Lucifer,
So shall you all fall with me,to the fire.
#2
There shall be a battle fought in heaven,
And I shall bring Jehovah,to His knees,
I shall ascend to heaven the most high,
To rule the universe my perfect way,
As I am the most perfect creation,
And all shall sing their praises to my name,
And all shall acknowledge,I am their god,
Or I'll curse them for the dark roads they trod,
And for their evil deeds,by which they came,
Lo,I shall give them endless temptation,
And for their goodness,I shall make them pay,
Then wiping on their tears I'll make them cry,
I'll plague them with hatred,like a disease,
Forgive them not,seventy times seven,
I fell,as the Archangel Lucifer,
And they shall all fall with me,to the fire
.#3
And there shall be a new heaven and hell,
Then I shall cast a darkness on the earth,
And no holy light shall shine upon it,
For I shall bind the God of light in chains,
And cast Him to the darkness,ever more,
Then all the hosts of heaven,I'll cast out,
Except the bloody lamb,who is the Christ,
For He shall sit on my left side,a priest,
And he shall punish those who turn about,
From evil,to the goodness they adore,
And they shall have no hope,and have no gains,
Save my hot fire,to burn them in my pit,
And I shall make them fornicate new birth,
To smite their child,who rings the holy bell,
I fell as the Archangel Lucifer,
And you shall all fall with me,to the fire.
#4
Lo,I shall make my armies to march forth,
To conquer all creation in my name,
And there shall be no spirit that can hide,
From my demons of darkness bearing swords,
Who soar the heavens,on their blacken wings,
Like vampires by night,in search of blood,
To bite all men who walk upon the ground,
Where ever theres a goodly spirit found,
Converting them to darkness from the good,
And I shall delight in such evil things,
To see them desecrate the holy words,
The prophets wrote and left,after they died,
And for myself all kingdoms I shall claim,
From East to West,and then from South to North,
I fell as the Archangel Lucifer,
And you shall all fall with me to the fire.
#5
Lo,I shall defecate upon the earth,
And from my defecation shall arise,
The new Hades of brimstone and of fire,
Lo,it shall burn throughout eternity,
And it shall be full of celebration,
And every kind of evil shall abide,
And everyone shall be drunk with new wine,
Which is fermented blood,of fated swine,
And I shall make each harlot my own bride,
To fill them with my divine erection,
And my seaman shall flow as a vast sea,
And my children in evil shall aspire,
To be the sons,and daughters of my lies,
And they shall find in goodlyness no worth,
As I fell the Archangel Lucifer,
So shall they all fall with me to the fire.
#6
Lo,I shall make the dark empire a jewel,
To place upon my flaming golden crown,
For it alone is worthy to hang there,
With all its hypocrites and false teachers,
With all its decadence and all its takers,
With all its murders and its drug abuse,
With all its raping,and pornography,
Its youth aspiring to be like me,
Its criminals who have no real excuse,
Its prissyness and its god like fakers,
Its political coniving creatures,
Its presidents who golf without a care,
While all its social structures tumble down,
Save for the rich,who treat the poorly cruel,
I fell as the Archangel Lucifer,
And I shall fall them with me to the fire.
#7
Yea,I shall write upon their hearts my verse,
And they shall make my prophecies their lust,
And they shall bring to me for sacrifice,
Their twelve tribes of vergin,first born daughters,
And I shall posses every living thing,
And there shall be no peace throughout the land,
I shall replace love,with bitter hatred,
And there shall be nothing which is sacred,
For I shall reach out with my burning hand,
And to myself all things aflamed I'll bring,
I shall change the physics of their matters,
To hottest hot,from all the coldest ice,
And I shall open full my burning thrust,
For I shall set ablaze,the universe,
As I fell the Archangel Lucifer,
So shall you all fall with me to the fire.
Second version The version of Christ
As the representation of goodness.
#1
Get behind me,you serpent Lucifer,
For I shall truly bind you once again,
And you shall never rise again from hell,
And you shall burn for every evil thing,
And I shall command that you let those free,
For whom I died for,on redemptions cross,
But rose again to life on the third day,
And I'll return to take them all away,
Beyond a bridge which stretches far across,
To heaven,where they'll live eternally,
To stand before the throne of God and sing,
And I say this is true,what I now tell,
That they who ask me to forgive their sin,
Shall never burn with you in the hot fire,
I am the risen Christ,the Lord Jesus,
And I shall raise them,to my consciousness.
#2
And they shall live in new Jerusalem,
And I shall walk with them on streets of gold,
And everyone shall have a mansion there,
Even where the lamb lies with the lion,
As it is written in the holy word,
And God shall wipe the tears from all their eyes,
And they shall praise God through eternity,
Before His throne of gold,on the glass sea,
Neath emerald rainbow,in heavenly skies,
And He who brings not peace,but a sword,
Does also rest His feet upon Zion,
And sits upon His golden throne to hear,
Angelic choirs,the shepherds did behold,
When the bright star,shined over Bethlehem,
I am the living Christ,the Lord Jesus,
And they shall all rise to my consciousness.
#3
And I shall profess them to my Father,
That they who know me,I also know them,
And they shall enter into the city,
Which I have prepared,with carpenters hands,
Of perfect jewels and treasures and of gold,
Ans it will descend from God,and through space,
Stargating from His Godly womb of birth,
To land upon the new and perfect earth,
A gift to mankind from His perfect grace,
Who's countenance the angels now behold,
The brightness that now all around Him stands,
His glory shining through eternity,
The light of his beloved Jerusalem,
Where the chosen shall love,each his brother,
I am the risen Christ,the Lord Jesus,
And I shall rise these,to my consciousness.
#4
And after the last seed has been planted,
There shall grow from it the tree of knowledge,
And they shall partake of the fruit it gives,
For He shall teach to them His own wisdom,
And they shall learn the truth forevermore,
They shall be His righteous sons and daughters,
And He shall make them gods over angels,
Who drink from the well of the evangels,
Which flows from the sea of living waters,
Beyond the bridge which leads to heavens door,
Which He shall open wide to His kingdom,
Where He Himself our holy Father lives,
To brightly shine through every coming age,
That His perfect will,should be exalted,
I am the living Christ,the Lord Jesus,
And they shall all rise,to my consciousness.
#5
And now I tell you what must come to pass,
Before I return,for those who love me,
For whom I have sacrificed my own blood,
Even after death,I kept my promise,
To rise again,that they may also live,
But before I return,there must be love,
Or I shall have nothing to return for,
Behold,I stand and knock at each mans door,
And if just one,should look to me above,
Should open up his heart to freely give,
I then shall greet him,with the Masters kiss,
And bless him for his faith,which makes him good,
Lo,we shall return to eternity,
To walk to God,across the sea of glass,
I the Christ,and Jesus the Lord sala,
Shall rise him to my conscious nirvana.
#6
And does not nature herself,teach to you,
Behold,the time is near,even at hand,
The harvest moon shall soon turn to blood red,
And now is the time to prepare yourselfs,
For each kind of trial,and tribulation,
The sign that I,soon return for my own,
And in those days,kings shall have the power,
To destroy the earth,within an hour,
And every kind of warring shall be known,
Until the final annihilation,
But let not my words,dust upon your shelves,
And take to heart,believing what I said,
For I shall return to earths quaking land,
To take Gods children,back to Him anew,
I am the living Christ,the Lord Jesus,
And I shall raise them to my consciousness.
#7
Yes,I shall teary,until every ear,
Has heard the news,I died but rose from death,
To take my place,at the right hand of God,
And every man,shall have an equal chance,
To be forgiven of his natures sin,
And stand before God,without a blemish,
But with a spirit,pure and white as snow,
The envy of angels,who can not know,
Gods forgiving love,which is unselfish,
Which He has shown to man,time and again,
And with each passing hour,does enhance,
To guide the steps of those,on His road trod,
And fill them with His life's renewing breath,
While to His throne,they ever closer near,
I am the living Christ,the Lord Jesus,
And I shall rise them,to my consciousness.
The third version The version of Adam
As the representation of mankind.
#1
We know you both are real,Satan and God,
We've heard it said,this must be hell on earth,
And we have heard it said,this must be heaven,
We see the destruction and the evil,
We see the caring,and the peace and love,
And see the evidence,of evil kings,
We've seen some promises of good come true,
And some of us,believe in both of you,
But we still lack the answers to some things,
While some of us,live by the stars above,
Others of us work,to be more civil,
While some of us are balanced and are even,
The rest of us are falling from new birth,
To kill for pleasure,on the roads we trod,
We all,are just the souls that mankind is,
And we shall rise or fall,to our abyss.
#2
We shall surly cause our own destruction,
If we should send forth,our flaming arrows,
Not having the full consciousness of it,
Which is our labeled spirit Lucifer,
And His fire,shall consume the world,
Until it burns out,and it cools to dust,
We prophesied,that this would come to pass,
If we don't somehow,raise our consciousness,
Leaving behind,natural selected lust,
Evolving from our inner godly word,
And learning how to,control our own fire,
Rising it through our chakras,from our pit,
To our heads,where it nirvana hallows,
Completing the cycle of creation,
We all,are just the souls that mankind is,
An we shall fall and rise,to our abyss.
#3
And we now stagnate,from suffered karma,
The result of a foolish chosen cause,
We could be light years from our present state,
If not for our greed of instant pleasure,
Which natural selects itself to comfort,
Choosing the valleys easy way back home,
Regardless of the storm ahead rising,
To flood the vally,while compromising,
The higher harder trail,still safe to roam,
Which also yields the means to build a fort,
From the fierce storms battle in full measure,
Of every kind of selfish greed and hate,
For which we need to have a billion laws,
Which we would not need,with perfect dharma,
We are,just all the souls,that mankind is,
And we shall fall or rise from our abyss.
#4
Look,we could have god like technology,
To stargate to other universes,
If it was not for blinding ignorance,
And the fear,that there's nothing after death,
Of the growing mass's of common man,
Who can not raise his consciousness enough,
To see the truth beneath his very nose,
And even though as plain as day it shows,
We still ignore the truth,for worthless stuff,
Which ends up in the mortal garbage can,
Like every wasted and conceited breath,
Of each of us who pay our recompense,
To support the war,save it disperses,
And peace should finally have eternity,
We all are just the souls,that mankind is,
And we will rise or fall,in our abyss.
#5
And while we proceed in our destruction,
We proceed to destroy,our Mother earth,
And without her womb,there is no mankind,
And without man,there is no consciousness,
Of the living Core,some now call God,
And though Gods consciousness will still exist,
There would not be a consciousness of it,
By man,who creates what he will admit,
Without knowledge of what it does consist,
To himself,what is true,and what's facade,
About what's spiritual and what's religious,
About what's seen or hid,from those are blind,
About good and bad,and of death,and birth,
Of cause and effect,and evolution,
We are all,just the souls that mankind is,
And we can rise or fall,in our abyss.
#6
Now everybody claims to know the truth,
But every truth,has its definition,
Which brightly shines,proceeding from the Core,
An ever-living conscious,without birth,
Completing the ring of eternity,
Like a perfect sphere,the center of space,
An eye,which see's itself inside and out,
And while the sun does look upon our doubt,
We sit at our tables to say the grace,
To thank it for its warm prosperity,
Which yields the fruits of Mother natures earth,
And to all,it would yield an ample store,
If not for that old,selfish condition,
Of mans obsession with his dying youth,
We all are just the souls that mankind is,
And we shall fall or rise,from our abyss.
#7
A clock ticks on,after it's maker dies,
But it too,must some day stop forever,
Yet not after perhaps,a thousand years,
So how much more will mankind's heart tick on,
Made by the Core,which lives eternally?
As a whole,mankind could mechanism,
Making his conscious,an eternal clock,
To stargate himself through deaths cryptic rock,
Of every kind of fanaticism,
Of what the real truth should,or should not be,
Before it's too late,and the chance is gone,
And mankind's left to bare unhopeful tears,
To kill the Womb,of his blessed Mother,
And his extinction finally does realize,
We all,are just the souls that mankind is,
And we shall rise or fall,to our abyss.
The End
Angel De Fuego
copyright 1989
Scroll down to see
more of my Sonnets.
About Me
- Name: Angel De Fuego
- Location: Mexico, United States
I am an artist with severe bipolar disorder.
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