Beelzeboul, Prince of Demons

           (Solomon’s Demon)

The Demon Beelzeboul, Prince of Demons, has driven all light and

       darkness, to his sides to find a foothold, to bind the holy men, for a lust, a desire that is as fleeting as day—He is after the clergy,

       the priest, the rabbi, and the kings of the earth—to blasphemy the Lord, I have seen him in my dream-visions…he is like a

       phantom, his dark hand tries to cover my spirit.  He sees the clergy at the altar, says to his comrades:  ‘Soon he will fade or

       falter, weaken or wane, this is my game—hence then, I shall make a furnace of ecstasy in his brain, make it whirl…!

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Note:  Beelzeboul, was really a Fallen Angel, an Angelic Renegade, and was questioned by Solomon, under threat of sending him to the ‘Pit,’ and  told Solomon one of his main duties he felt, were to plant arouses, desires in holy men, bring  about jealousies and instigate ((Reference, “Testament of Solomon,” Pseudepigrapha) (written 1^st Century A.D.,).  We must pray for our holy men, or people who work for God for our betterment.

For Julio Cardenas

God’s Vast Universe

(No Time for …)

I live in a small world, I suppose—compared too many…

Where there is room enough for God to do plenty—

Where God can take his time, listen to my sighs, my needs

My sorrows… And then I look about at man, so many, too many

Live in a world too big for God to do anything, so they think!

“Why would God spend his time on me” they say. Or

“Why would God be concerned, he’s got better things to do?”

Is this not a primitive way of thinking, incomprehensible?

My mind says: just look at the vast universe, above us—

And man comes to think more divinely than humanly on this,

So why be so petty with human involvement?

Has man forgotten God has no limits…?

That He can hug the whole world with one breath, if he so wishes.

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God Works Slowly

(Darwinism—Poem IV of IV)

Each year   the Pacific plates are forced more and more against

       the Americas from Alaska to Chile!

Year by year the Atlantic widens, inch by inch: this forces slides

       underneath the earth, absorbed by the earth…back

Into the earth!

Hence, causing frequent earthquakes—

Pushing up the Rockies and the Andes—

Which allows natural phenomenon to take place and

       which allows doubtful men to reexamine God’s plan of

Redemption—before the big one

(Darwin was pretty right on this one...).

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The Most Apt to Perish

(Darwinism—Poem III of IV)

Will the future giraffe gain a longer neck if need be— if indeed

       the trees grow taller?

Will the horse gain a longer neck if his master trims the trees?

In other words, has anybody witnessed an elongated neck

       in any animal for survival purposes—scientifically?

Can an ape drive a car, on the highway? (yet to be seen I think).

I know caterpillars can look like twigs, motionless and dead…

But my best guess would be, insects drift towards what feels

       safe for them, as in all creation: which in essence is called:

A God given gift, —instinct…!

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The Assumption Theory

(Darwinism—Poem II of IV)

“He thought that…”

“He was found to suppose that…”

“Theoretically…”

“It is believed…”

“According to this view…”

“We do not even know …”

This is the Assumption Theory, otherwise known

As the “Origin of Species” theory!

Had this been Christianity, its origins,

It would have been tossed out long ago…!

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Note: Quotes taken from a few pages of “Origin of Species,’ by Charles Darwin.

Natural Selection vs. God’s Selection

(Darwinism—Poem I of IV)

Why does the cat curl its tail, to warn the doomed mouse?

Why do rattlesnakes, rattle, and the cobra expand its frill? ...

And the puff-adder swells with its loud hissing: perhaps

           to warn the birds and the beasts of their intentions?

Would not this be contrary to Darwin’s Natural Selection?

In that, one cannot produce injurious structures to its

           own kind?

In essence, it would be working against itself—

(a house divided)…

I would think God had thought: let’s warn its prey before

       extinction—

(kind of like, the insect that targets the blinking-eye).

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San Juan Miraflores by Night

At that  hour when all things seek repose and rest

       When comes the winds of San Juan Miraflores,

One hears the shifting restless invisible sounds

       Coming and going, in the surrounding air…

Twilight turns from cherry, to cherry red

       Then, to deeper and deeper crimson pink

The arc lights shine a dim golden glow

       Along the streets and avenues…!

Across the street is the Church, and Cherry Park,

       An old woman paces, slow and sedate,

She bends looking towards the yellow moon

       Her head inclines to stay that way.

Now twilight turns to a pale blue, a soft yellow

       Shy thoughts pondering: the world is stone still…

Those wondering birds, now amid the drowsy

       The dogs in the park, waiting the pale sunrise!

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For the Mayor of San Juan Miraflores