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Missin Missouri

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 agates catch the light.  

With hands in the earth, you'll dig and pry,  
Getting very dirty, with mud to the sky,  
Each treasure you uncover, has a story to tell,  
In the heart of the wild, where the rockhounds dwell.  

Scattered by the river, pink and blue drusy shine,  
Glimmers of beauty, nature's design,  
Up on the hill, where the green jasper lies,  
A hidden gem waiting, beneath the vast skies.  

On Haunted Ridge, where the quartz crystals gleam,  
You'll wander in wonder, lost in a dream,  
And by the old dude's house, where the petrified wood,  
Whispers of ages, in silence it stood.  

The sunshine dances through leaves overhead,  
As you sift through the soil, where the earth's stories spread,  
Each find a reminder of nature's sweet care,  
In this world of wonder, oh, I wish I were there.

Obey Your Masters

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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 speed.

If you find today's events to be coincidental coinciding coincidence with what was foretold, then I am astonished
in your incidental faith in accidental magic that is against
all mathematical probability-times a convergence of multiple instances...converging in the exact prophecied way, at the same time as the heavens have given us celestial signs like never before. As God has told," there will be signs in the moon the stars, distress of Nations..."


   Mr. Gates, like Mr. Crowley, 
you are a playing with people 
using the Devil's tool-box.
You say in order to habitate in society 
that it will be mandatory to have digital identification, vaccine data, biometrics, 
compliance with ideology of the un-elected elite.
Are you not saying outright, that you and your people have taken over and are forcing us to do your will?

Boweth Not Thoth When Thoth Thy Need Not

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 the tongue of the sun-god Ra and counterpart of Seshat and spouse to Ma'at.   
And If a man is double-dealing and his utterance is false, do not trust his utterances, do not heed his tales of woe_ !             
 In the beginning of creation were hermeneutics, astronomy, geography and medicine
When Thoth was taught the signs of the sacred tablet .      

How dare Egypt! How dare Hesert, Abydos, Rekhui, Per-Ab, Urit, Pselket, Hat, Sep, Ta-ur, Bah,Antcha-Mutet ,Talmsis, Ta-kens and Amen-heri-ab Shrines!                                         

Tell you the truth you scholars and believers who dwelleth in these darkest places of Thoth: In Judgment of Monsoon, your souls shall be extirpated from the surface of the Terra Firma.

 Men who bow in homage to the face of Adam and mankind,
 There's a spectrum of atom, sun, four elements, five saints, dimensions six. Go seek His attributes! But explanations cannot compass him.

The Rocker

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 playing in a 
Rock band in a outdoor park 
The crowds are going crazy 
We are having a fun time 
Music bringing us comfort 
Lights can be seen held up 
during the ballads of the classics 
It doesn't get any better than this 


Copyright By Nicolas "Nick" Crowley 4/2/21

I'M Not Ready To Let Go

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'll have to say goodbye 
to you only not yet 
I'm going to miss 
you so much 
I treasure our moments together 
We will meet again in heaven 
I'm not ready to say goodbye
You are still here with me
J'embrasse fort Maman

Copyright By Nicolas D Crowley  3/24/21

Blood Is Thicker Than Water

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 in 
a civil matter 
Don’t fool yourself by 
saying you’re perfect 
In reality nobody really is 

By Nicolas "Nick" Crowley 5/31/20 
Copyright Nicolas  Crowley

Companionship

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 fitting 
pieces of our lives in place 
We’re here to lookout for 
our safety and companionship 
You’ve made me very happy 

 By Nicolas “Nick” Crowley 11/6/20
Copyright Nicolas Crowley

Hocus Pocus

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
unable to comprehend the universal laws of attraction
they have been ignored
nature's officially in war
fish and turtles flopping dead on beach shores
natural disaster's increasing
animal species decreasing
birds falling out of the sky
anyone questioning why
pondering could things be any more tragic
as if someone is dabbling in black magic
conjuring spells like that evil Aleister Crowley magician
we still can't trust some scientist and physicians
most of man incapable of human emotions
the world is confused, full of commotion
is all of this just simply written
that apple did get bitten
end of times explained in Olivet Discourse
everyone programmed to fear the pale horse
thought processes obstructed
mentals being abducted
the time is now to focus
steering far from the hocus pocus

Solitude of a Mad Man

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 to meet
a soar in my peach
gravitate to its approach

Aletzer Crowley...
scenic view
bargain basement pew

Mat the Cat

i OWN A CAT HIS NAME IS MAT HE PROWLS ALL NIGHT AND THAT IS THAT
YET STILL I WONDER WHERE DOES HE GO I WOULD SURE LIKE TO KNOW
HE IS GONE UNTIL EARLY DAWN RETURNS HOME WITH A GREAT BIG YAWN
ONE DAY HE CARRIED A KITTEN HOME NOW TWO CATS  I SEEM TO OWN
NOW I HAVE MAT AND I HAVE PAT DO NOT KNOW WHERE HE FOUND HER AT
I WONDER JUST WHERE HE ROAMS AND IF HE'LL BRING MORE KITTENS HOME


CAROLANN CROWLEY  8/2/14

Mat the Cat

I have a cat his name is Mat he prowls at night and that is that

And so I  wonder where does he go I would sure like to know

He is gone until early dawn returns home with a great big yawn

One day he brought a kitten home now two cats I seem to own

So now I have Mat and I have Pat wonder where he found her at

I wonder where does he roam and if he'll bring more kitten home





crolann Crowley   8/2/14

Learning To Cope

Can I learn to cope when they say no hope

Will I put up a fight when things are not right

I'll learn to cope there is always hope

Everyday in a prayer I thank God I am here

This cancer brings strife but I had a good life

A disease of the  body cannot blame anybody

It attacks on its own leaves no one alone

A battle I will fight my friend till the very end

And I wont feel alone I am going home

Where loved ones wait inside heavens gate





Carolann Crowley   P.S I have been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer where 
the treatment would be unspeakable with no guarantees of a cure so I have 

decided against any intervention 



Caolann Crowley   7/30/14

The Hunter and the Hunted

She could hear the rustle of the leaves
as she hid her fawn beneath the trees
You must be very still she told her fawn
as the sun rose on the early dawn
Soon the hunters will be here
and her fawn shook with fear
They heard a shot ring out
then a hunter shout
Thought I saw one over here
but it was a fox not a deer
We must stay hidden in the bush
or they will shoot the both of us
Then she licked his little snout
maybe tomorrow well go out
When the sun sets they will be gone
and you and I will be moving on
I will take you to a safer place
far from this human race
Soon the little fawn was fast asleep
And a Moms promise she could not keep
for as she drank from the pond at night
A hunters gun had her in its sight
another trophy he won he was pleased
and now another fawn is left to freeze

carolann Crowley    12/2/05

Sometimes Darkness Sometimes Light

My poetry has no control

it just rises from my soul

So many poems in me reside

deep inside they seem to hide

So many different parts of me

are reflected in my poetry

I write of love and of pain

at times I am quite insane

A poem I write from my heart

I do not know how it will start

I chose to write it all in rhyme

this poetry that is all mine

At times I may cross the line

Sometimes Darkness

Sometimes Light

Sometimes Wrong

Sometimes Right

I am a poet so I write

be it darkness be it light





Carolann Crowley  2/16/14

Silently He Waits

The stalking was always first

he could never satisfy the taste

You were always in his view

when he made plans for you

Some days sitting in his car

from you he was never far

Then at night he'd fantasize

madness showed in his eyes

And under the pale moonlight

he will strike again tonight

And while you are asleep

into your room he'll creep

He will sit next to your bed

crazy thoughts in his head

How he loves the color red

pretty soon you will be dead

Out comes his shiny knife

and he thinks about his wife

When he is done he goes home

where his wife waits alone

Crawls into a the bed that they share

I love you so he whispers in her ear





Carolann Crowley   11/15/13

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