Friday, August 12, 2016

America’s Sonneteer


Sonnets from our higher consciousness 

These 15 sonnets are decasylibic and have 
an ABCDEF-FEDCBA-GG rhyme scheme.
The theme of this series is a wake up call to
America and the whole world in general.
Written in 2016 in USA, Enjoy.

“If we don’t destroy ourselves, we will one day venture to the stars.”
Carl Sagan


#1

There’s never been a summer quite like now,
To bask beneath the sunshine we once had,
There’s never been a better place so dear,
To plan a fam’ly heritage of love,
And factory the future strength of youth,
Leaving behind this planet made of earth,
The cradle for our sons and daughters birth,
To learn whats right from wrong and learn the truth,
From our ill past and start to rise above,
The savage wars we humans keep so near,
That blatant hate that turns our goodness bad,
And we humans are slaves to it somehow.

There’s never been a summer quite like this,
To rise above our bottomless, abyss.


#2

Waging wars and killing human beings,
Should stayed a dark practice of our ill past,
Yet still remains a practice in our day,
Like thirsty animals for human blood,
We kill each other in the name of God,
Who watches from above with perfect eyes,
That see all things of truth and bitter lies,
And watch while mankind to their own death trod,
Embracing evil and forsaking good,
For lusts and pleasures where the whores now lay,
While darkness his ill shadows on them cast,
Hiding the light that sees all hidden things.

Raising our consciousness is harder done,
Than making black, our bright and shining sun.


#3

When atom bombs fall from majestic sky,
And cities disappear with billions dead,
The end of mankind with no doubt will come,
And hot earth will be a barren waste land,
Then God will weep for man, His children lost,
When no ones left alive on planet earth,
And no more dying and no more new birth,
The world cleansed from sin but at what cost,
Was not meant for mankind to understand,
Grim reaper smiles to tally up the some,
While heavens host in mourning bow their head,
The angels never knew the reason why.

Mankind will kill himself no mystery there,
With no one left to live, no one to care.


#4

Drugs and alcohol make mankind stupid,
And blind to the truth he never thinks of,
And now we’re building more nuclear bombs,
Since every country wants one of their own,
And when they get one, are more aggressive,
Until such time that their aggressions blow,
Then hell breaks lose on earth, foe against foe,
The death toll rises, the sum is massive,
Mans bones are everywhere, bones stacked on bones,
With no one left to take them to their tombs,
All hate is gone, but also theres no love,
Which ran away from hate and kept well hid.

Do you now see the problem that we have?
Nothing to hope for, and nothing to save.

#5

Mankind cannot survive nuclear war,
His suicidal tendencies are real,
And takes as many with him as he can,
Until there’s no one left to kill themselves,
Now this poses a problem for mankind,
Who thinks he is invincible, a god,
But gods who kill each other rather odd,
When you consider gods are hard to find,
Unless you keep some sitting on your shelves,
Like overlords who rule ignorant man,
These gods will laugh at you, your faith to steal,
While leaving mankind always wanting more.

Man’s gods will not protect him from his end,
That man alone, his soul, cannot defend.


#6

A thousand commercials loop in their heads,
Who watch their TV’s believing the lies,
Distractions are meant to hide all the truth,
Subliminal messages make us want,
And the more we want the more we must have,
An endless cycle of lust and of greed,
While innocent children lay there and bleed,
But all of their blood, their souls cannot save,
Who died much to young, should come back to haunt,
All those who killed them in their fairest youth,
Now life is less sacred, that’s no surprise,
To kill children, all snuggled in their beds.

Man has no future to save nor to keep,
That even the children’s loss, cannot weep.


#7

Today a mass shooting in Orlando,
Fifty dead and fifty three were wounded,
An act of terrorism we are told,
The largest we have had in USA,
The first of many more that will follow,
According to this poets prophecy,
Islamic terrorist’s with no mercy,
Their hearts an empty place cold and hollow,
Who take their anger out, on those are gay,
And those who are week, still those who are old,
And those who are innocent confounded,
About the hatred these Muslims now show.

As ISIS marches to the temple mount,
We watch in horror, the dead that we count.


#8

Ice caps are melting, the water rises,
As mankind sits back and denies the truth,
Challenging science whose math cannot lie,
While beaches lose ground and sea cliffs erode,
And waterlogged cities sink in the mud,
While man swaps his address for higher ground,
Start looking for snow which cannot be found,
As mankind gets scorched, the sun boils his blood,
Then man with his nukes punch in the launch code,
A suicide planed in hopes he will die,
Escaping the wrath of his childish youth,
That he reluctantly compromises.

There is no escape from mans early death,
To curse his demise, with his own last breath.


#9

We the people of the United States,
Tried to form a better perfect union,
Full of hope and peace for a bright future,
Where everyone could pursue happiness,
But something went wrong in utopia,
When we were then invaded by Japan,
Forced us to build and drop the bomb on man,
Which caused a panic, such hysteria,
That those who survived which such emptiness,
Died later from their hearts hidden fracture,
From fallout is this poets opinion,
The meaning of it, open for debates.

Awake America and watch your end,
Unfold before your eyes, what you intend.


#10

What you intend America is wrong,
Stockpile and sell all your evil weapons,
No matter who gets hurt or countless dead,
You kill and let be killed for your profit,
That makes you darker than those whom you kill,
You preach and defend your democracy,
In the name of your God, you lack mercy,
And consciousness which you cannot fulfill,
That higher state of man that you omit,
Kept in a shoe box underneath your bed,
Like something barley used, it’s use depends,
On mankind singing his most conscious song.

The music of which mankind seldom got,
Those chords of peace that man, has long forgot.


#11

Jesus, was the first Christian born on earth,
The messianic savior of us all,
And Buddha was the first meditator,
Did meditate his way up to heaven,
Muhammad was a prophet worrier,
Did fight his way to heaven as they say,
And Joseph Smith, a prophet his own way,
Lead his Mormon wife’s, ill or in error,
The Jews, the laws of God, first were given,
Reject Jesus for his imitator,
While AntiChrist will rise before the fall, 
To trick the world from their holy birth.

And while all this takes place, mankind is blind,
To see the truth, he nevermore will find.


#12

Ill greed and selfishness are always here,
Man cannot sustain life on this world,
And little by little, will fade away,
Like dying stars that once lit the night sky,
Will nevermore be seen once they are gone,
Then who will cry and bewail his own life,
When none are left to mourn their bitter strife,
That no one claimed as victory, nor won,
The final suicide, all life will die,
When heavens bright hues turn to night from day,
With our bright sun in darkness, rolled up furled,
Make all the stars run quick away in fear.

Mankind is gone who leaves his God alone,
No more creation, no more flesh and bone.


#13

We could destroy the earth in six minutes,
And leave it just a burning memory,
Of what we once had in those fairest years,
Save that none will be here to remember,
Since there will be no life left here on earth,
Only the gods in heaven will remain,
To look down on our earth burning in vain,
That never understood it’s own self worth,
Since it’s people, dead in their blind slumber,
Woke up to find themselves with bitter tears,
But much to late to gain eternity,
And live forever without ill regrets.

To late though are man’s actions making change,
As atom bombs, their cities, rearrange. 


#14

“Why can’t we use our nuclear weapons,?”
Is now what Donald Trump has been asking,
While running for President, USA.
Jesus, what piece a work Donald must be,
But worse than that are those who vote for him,
Who also vote to use nuclear bombs,
Come on come on now lets fill all the tombs,
With all the bones of those who died in grim,
From Trump like humans void of true mercy,
Making the poor, for their hard living pay,
To all the wealthy scum who would be king,
Who teach the art of greed, to all their sons.

God help us now from men, their evil deeds,
Who lead us down the path, that ever bleeds.


#15

Don’t turn a blinded eye to all our wars,
And what you cannot see, will not hurt you,
No more are you a child, now grown up men,
Yet out of touch with life’s realities,
Which masks the cliff that you are heading for,
A bent denial that your end is near,
If you don’t wake up now from healthy fear,
About your road to hells nuclear core,
Wake up, wake up or lose eternities,
Chance to propagate the stars with children,
By tearing down the old to build the new,
A city floating through the distant stars.

That carries mankind to his future bright,
The shining beacon, of his righteous light.


  

Angel De Fuego
copyright 2016




Friday, June 05, 2015

Pentagram Tetragrammaton

The Tetragrammaton Pentagram,  in the post right below, I believe to be the most authentic I have seen 
for channeling the spirits that come through it. I personally had one on my living room floor 7' 8" and I would slowly walk around it gazing down into the abyss. 

It's a different world then ours. The rules are not the same as here. In the abyss are many elementals and
spirits and even Angels. And they are all on the dark side. 
You must be careful when constructing one of these portals.

That you don't accidently let something through the portal because sending it (spirit) back into your abyss that you created. might not be so easy. You need to know what your doing
or it can get out of control if you let it.




Tetragrammaton

Friday, May 29, 2015

The Three Versions Of Life

The first 7 sonnets may be a little hard for soto get through,


The Three Versions Of Life


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

Friday, May 15, 2015

The Tetragrammaton Is The Name Of God

We Jews say Tetragrammaton instead of IHVH, Jehovah. Yahweh, YHVH, The pentagram was created by King Solomon and is NOT an evil symbol like most gentiles believe. Google the Tetragrammaton and you will see for yourself. :)

See the post below:

The Tetragrammaton which is the name of God that we Jews use.

Sunday, May 03, 2015

I Don't Post Here Every Day

I don't post here every day but if you want to contact me to talk about bipolarity, then use my e-mail address here:

angeldiane7@gmail.com

I was diagnosed with bipolar one in 1997 so I know a few things about it. What ever you do, stay on your meds, that's the best advice I can give you.

Saturday, May 02, 2015

My Up & Down Battle With Bipolar One Disorder

I am an artist with Bipolar Disorder. follow my progress here on Weblog De Fuego and ride with me on my up and down life. Read my Sonnnets view my MS paintings and listen to my piano music.

NOTE: The piano music on my piano music blog I will eventually load. All this takes time but you can still enjoy my Sonnets and MS Paintings. It is all accessable from right here on Weblog De Fuego. Enjoy.

If you scroll down and read the posts here, you will find my battle with bipolarity. I am now on medication for this illness but for how long, who knows. If you ever wanted to study someone with bipolar disorder, then here is the place to do it. My posts here go back to 2007.

I will be 60 years old next year and I have nothing to show for it all. I have lost everything cuz of bipolarity. I get sad when I think about all I have lost due to mu bipolar self and it's evil ways. It's too late for me, but if you are young with bipolarity, then take mu advice and stay on your meds.

When I get manic, I go on the dark side and when I am depressed I turn to God for help. But it is the dark side that has ruined my life and for any chance of normalcy. When I say dark side I mean turning to the occult and ritualistic magic-which has gained me nothing to tell the truth.

I will most likely die an old man, broke and depressed. But there is still hope for you. I do have mu art to show for my creativity, but I have never made so much as a penny from it..........Don't let that happen to you, seek help.
I am back on weblog de fuego using a broken computer, so it is challenging to say the least.
I am thinking of posting more of my sonnets here and later my piano music. Please enjoy what I now have already posted as my art, thank you. :)

Friday, April 10, 2015

https://www.facebook.com/Angels1996Harley 
 My FaceBook Page

Monday, April 06, 2015

A sonnet from when I was in jail in 2014 Oh mighty Lord my Tetragrammaton, Again I find myself inside a cell, Like when I was in Soledad prison, In California 2002, And you were there to see me through that mess, Here in jail San Bernardino county, To help me get released sooner and less Time spent inside here, with these godless-few, I ask this in his name, Jesus your son, And now I pray for these, to not taste hell, Even though their souls are more then gone. So help release me from this prison Lord, Away from all these evil men in hoard.

Monday, March 16, 2015

I am sorry I said I would remove all my art, but as you can see, I really didn't.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

No More Art Publications

I am ReMoving All My ART From THe Internet, Since you piece a crap humans couldnt even make one lousy comment about it!!

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The Gospel Accorded To Angel De Fuego

Chapter 13 verse 1, Today our Lord has instructed me to tell you of the Black Grimoire, specially when it coms to LIGHNING of MoS. 2, USA Begins Air strikes in Syria to help those Christian's there. 3, The Black Grimoire aka The Key of SLOMON, is used by all of God's Prophet's, including myself. I will use it now against poor LIGHNING of MoS, he Banned me from there once I became a Moderator. I am not sure what his problem ever was or still is, save that I will eventually call fire down on him, from Heaven, in plain view of men, as prophysied in Revolation's  Chapter 13 4, ,LIGHNING won't know what hit him. He will feel no pain at all, and for this I am a little upset, but I guess it's OK for now. 5, I Angel De Fuego have Not came right out to tell you all that I am the AntiChrist as Mentioned in Revalations 13. So I will do that now!!:
I Am The AntiChrist SuperStar Hal Mother Fuckers!! 6, That wasn't so bad now was it? Don't think any heard nor saw FireWorks while reading this. 7, The Secret Is This: I Angel De Fuego yes am the ACSS and have been right here, mostly in Sunny Southern California, for 58 1/2 years. 8, I was not aware of who and what I really was until around  9 tear's ago when I realized that with my 186 I.Q and all my religious afi, knowledge etc, that I would certently be a good candidate for such job, but I only kept that thought in the back of my mind until Sept 4th in the year of our Lord, 2014 when I was in a Major motorcycle crash and was DOA in the Emergency room. 10, It took 2 doctors and and their two teams working on me for almost 7 minuets to revive me back to life, thank God our Lord and Savior.
I do not have any power of my own and never will. I can Only Channel the Power of Almighty God and without needing to ask permission first. :) Poor LIGHTNING, can't help but think about his wife and family......Oh well!! I am/was and always will be Elias:



AntiChristSuperStar



Chapter 14 verse 1, My dear Brother's and Sister's in Christ, I bes you to understand me and to listen the word's which I write down here with my own hand: 2, It was never my own Idea to Be The ACSS, Our God Jehovah has spoken the same words to me as he spake to Pherro concerning Moses and letting the whole Isreali nation go out of bondage and into the Freedom that God has to offer all Jews and Gentiles alike. 2, Let Us Pray: Hail Mary Full of Grace, The Lord is with Thee. Blessed art though among women and Blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God, Pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death, Amen.




Monday, September 22, 2014

The Gospel Accorded To Angel De Fuego

Chapter 11 verse 1, Enjoying my evening coffee here in my prison cell while I write my Gospel Accorded To Angel.


2, The Rocketfellows will be Divesting first thing Monday morning and that will create worldwide panic and  no one knows that better than the Rocketfellows themselves. 3,  Not only do the Rocketfellows Own all the Fossil Fuel on this Planet, They also own and use all the Rockets that the whole world use's both in space travel and chamecial  use of all Rocket engines everywhere. 4, Having a little morning wine for my bellies infirmirties 5,


6, The Rocketfellows also own all the gold, silver, platnum, Uranium, The InterNational Space Station,  The Moon, Mars, and all other Planet within our Solar System including our Sun itself. So let us pray:
Hail Mary Full of Grace, The Lord is with Thee. Blessed Art Thou among Women, and Blessed is the Fruit of Thy Womb, Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us Sinners now, and at the hour of our death, Amen.  

ADF




Sunday, September 21, 2014

The Gospel Accorded To Angel De Fuego

Chapter Ten, verse 1, US Canadian Jet's intercept 8 Russian aircraft. 2, Today in this modern space age, we are indeed a long way from Jesus and his disciples out in the Israeli desert without a pot to piss in, nor a window to throw it out of. 3,  Our Lord Jesus and His Blessed Mother Mary, our appearing tonight in The Cosmic Conscious Holo Program now running world wide, and can be accessed from the Cloud or google cloud for a fee of 1 dollar, per hour. 4, Our Great God and creator has me to thank for such Awesome Sonnets that I have written to honor Him and with which to Praise His Holy name. 5, I have written over a thousand Sonnets to my creator The Lord God Jehovah and soon I may even find the time to share/post them here for my Brother's and Sister's to enjoy. 6,

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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




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

© 2002 Angel De Fuego

Enjoy. ADF
9/16/2014

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
Let us Pray,
Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy wonb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, anfd at the hour of our death, amen.