Crowley Poems - Poems about Crowley

...Crowley can suck eggs and men in beds, The spies can take a long and slutty hike. Leavitt can take the words she spreads, And sit for each on cactus spikes. Magic is but a muse, A trick a mind......

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...While you're there, beneath the sun's warm glow, Where green trees whisper secrets, and soft breezes flow, By Bootleg Creek, where the waters gleam bright, Purple and red Crowley Ridge agate......

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... ~=============================~ This is important to realize. This is really happening. The prophecies of the Bible you deem a "fairytale" or "non-literal" are coming to pass at a frightening......

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... Gangster Hip hop is a perversion of poetry a chant of rebellion, in notary, serve me upon high times noteworthy high ego malign a strategy to have you leggo your humanity and follow the......

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...What do I project? Some of what I have Absorbed. Also, that which I have Reflected upon and have parts of rejected! I am aware there is a so-called church of The Devil – I am cognizant of the dri......

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...O Scribes of Thebes, take the noose, burn fiercely the words of Aleister Crowley. For all the wisdom of the hieroglyphic signs lies in union with only one cosmorat-the creator of ......

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...Every second, every minute, every single thought about you Wonders of this still could be too good to be true Fluttering in my heart, palpitations go amiss I yearn for the touch of your skin, and ......

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...I strapped on a Bass guitar I'm turning up the speakers Headphones covering the ears Sunglasses are over my eyes Striking the strings with a pick The words flow out of me I imagine myself pl......

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...I am living my life through your love The talks and walks are keeping us going onward A smile is on our faces Mom you are quiet most of the time I enjoy having you in my presence I'l......

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...It’s not the color of our skin that defines us It’s the size of one’s ego that expands like a balloon Blood is thicker than water We’re all human beings We can try to asked your opinion......

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...I’ve grown to love you more and more each passing day Something about the way we both caught our attention We could sense that we belong Sparks started fly between us Like a jigsaw puzzle ......

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...centuries living and walking amongst creatures reminded to accept our different eclectic features seeking prophetic teachers where are the righteous preachers overwhelmed, we are by distractions ......

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...Her tears lost to rain ... Dorothea stood in the cold mist, her habit soaked through, though she cared not. The gray markers spread out before her like stone soldiers at attention, as if she were......

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... "The Precipice" In the Autumn she wore a wedding veil A cold winter would lift it Kiss her lips passionately to speak words of LOVE on a......

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...Solitude Of A Mad Man reach... teach... respect, sorrow that we met share in the event... face to face make no mistake climate control in effect, savor the code people are strange face......

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