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SCNED - The Poem

SCNED — Crowley is as God is as Me
Plants and Waters and Osbourne’s made me see

Si Comprehendes Non Est Deus! Mi Une Padre et God!
Your God has Failed
and from its death rises our new fetish Universe

I walk the streets tonight to prove a point
That my real quest began at 3:21 on 31 OCT 2011
Just before the world would End

For Like Gods 
And Like Heroes, Poets and Magicians
I have learned a faire about amount of God’s Bullshit

I am the Fallen One of Vatican II
I will force you to reconvene
As a circle always must

For I am the Demon of Old
A song and story often told
Of Evil in her Purest
Temptation
And how Temptation is my love, Truest

It was mapped out in thine Sky
and in thine sacred Eye of Horus
and amongst the Tribes of Babel!
From the halls of hell to the border of heaven
Purgatory, Heaven, Hell, they are all real
We just need a taste of good ol’ Evil Mysticism
For I am a Mystic as you are but just in my own way

We are 99% of people, the ones who can be saved
theres about 1% of others who get reincarted every day
In ways Cobain is in hell cause here in my brain, soul, mind
Universe

Im here to set my soul free
Im here to damn my soul for me for peace
For God is Art is Music of the Mind
Its predicted on the left and right
But fear not for I am the Change we all Await

Barter Whore
Are you her? I ask the early morning Sky
She does not answer, no reply, as I amble slowly on by
Lonely as a soul can be with you so near by
Freezing in the dark looking for you, my light
To make me warm, “Oh How I Wish You Were Here”
Have you been missing me, all these years?
You’re always just a little out of sight
And those eyes so very fucking bright

Are you her? I ask another lonely traveler stumbling on by
NO! He replies

Are you her? I ask a girl I once knew
She hugs me tight, and says,
“No… Baby… But don’t cry, everything will be alright…”

Are you her? I ask God

It seems to me a Mr. Plant may have had a glimpse at you


If not here, then where?
I crumbled to the Earth to rest and try my best to conjour her
To listen as she is among the rest
The Sound of Life BUZZING all around us
“Babe are you? Come home please for the both of us”
I cry out only adding to the jumble of noise at night

Maybe… Maybe she’s up there!
The storm has since departed leaving
Such a clear slate for God to shine her light upon
Yeah! Maybe up there, its where everyone wants to be
so fucking high?

It is a long hike full of cacti
and full exertion of the legs — Hi Mike!
I pass a stranger sitting as I will soon upon the rocks
He is of a tribe like mine, think his name was Kodi
long dyed hair like mine — I think — he may be looking for you too, My Barter Whore

I pass more of the Enlightened Ones as I continue my climb
I know she is one of them, like me, up here somewhere, she must be
here so high…


I climb and climb and reach a stop
A barbed wire fence now confronts I
Its nothing more than a hop if you know where to stop

I see no point in going further, I am now outside of Barter Faire
Upon a rock, in October: Sun and all the Fun
in the valley below me
It’s such a beautiful place I know its where I’ll find you
As the mushrooms kick in I now know the answer
Silly Boy! She’s not up here! She’s down there!
Where you’ve been before
Are you her? I ask Barter Faire below
She answers - but I cannot understand the answer jumbled
with sounds of music, and drugs; sex and love; money and power, and
somewhere my woman!

I smile. Perhaps tonight will be the night that I finally meet you!
What’s your name dearest, I hope Lucy
or Molly, or Mary or Jane
But whatever is yours - won’t you share your name?

So on my hike down the hill I can ask a new question
I ask the strangers - have you seen Mary?
To the next, have you seen Jane?
I tell another about you, Lucy - if that is your name
its all the same - I just need to know how to find you in this, “Life’s Game”

Are you her? I realize my Quest
I’ll be here looking - won’t you please find me
I’ve a hunch that if we’re both looking we may with this game
Stumbling over eachother
A stabbing aching rock
To roll together down this to hill and to wherever that may be
I am here still waiting I will be until I have found you

BABE!
I FUCKING MISS YOU
COME HOME

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I met you once upon a Flowery Trail Road. If you get this dear, email me. If you know who she is, bring this to her please. Thank you
LoVe
Love it stings like the venom of a thousand bees
And always the question was to be or not to be 
For I have seen the smoke through the trees and thy Wilt of Love 

and I have seen the peace of a dieing Dove

All in a girl sad and sweet, so much like me a Gemini

and an Aquarius as was written in the stars.

Makes me ponder and wonder what or why
something went terribly astray that fateful nigh’
Tares my soul and heart like GOD and scars
that I bare for all eternity
Thats a crowley poem if I ever read one!

vomit-spit:

pick up a cocaine.

hold it up to my big nose.

so i can snort it.

-sending vomitspit.

Si Comprehendes Non Est Deus — Augustine

Mr and Mrs Crowley! She looks like her anyway… Will you help me find her!?

Good Ol’ Tonasket Barter Faire! 
Been? Good. Havn’t? Go!

Good Ol’ Tonasket Barter Faire! 

Been? Good. Havn’t? Go!