Biography:
Mr. Moses has attempted integrating his infinite personality and has even taken it to the stage! He fancies himself a bit of a nectar connector, talking songist,rhythm driven wordsmith, wordle doodle is heart headed hartist at heart, borderline magician dubious flowtician. For the last 9 nine years croc E moses has been planting word seed. With an activated sense of scooberty this poem ranger has been inciting da in sight, transposing consciousness,returning words to their source.
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Fire is our Favourite Colour
Free as a free range moth blinded by de-light
It’s a crash course in wake up calls…where there’s no peace of mind, just price of mind
It’s called prisis...did you get that it’s a criss cross crisis
It’s still a crash course in wake up calls
We’re shitting our minds because our minds have a long way to fall
It’s hectic, hectic, hectic...its beyond poetic
Hmmm I guess we all get to be dumfounded in the fun folded flippant times
Hopefully everybody downloading mind
Searching like a little sniff snoop snoof…sniff snoopy snoof…oh there we are juggling curveballs
Connecting dot to dot déjà vu, déjà vu, danger vu…it’s still a prisis, criss cross crisis
Stash upon stash of Zimbabwean cash
Where money as we know it is the truest lie of all
And it’s keeping our self-destruction in business
How much longer must we suck petrol pump penus…charcoal lipstick kiss on your lips apocalypse
In the face of so much timeache in the face of so much dreamache…
It looks like things are going going gone…looks like tings gone dodgy octagon
Unison of everything becoming it’s worst…everything becoming it’s best
Because the past is living rent free in our souls
So what so what so what is going to win our souls now
How do we forgive love…how do we love without lying
When will we, realise the only revolution is treelike and fucking celibate
As in stop fucking each other over puff turbo cork screw
The only revolution left is treeelike...let roots take wing
Lets rise up...let’s rise above up above…lets rise above the lies
Lets laugh and lift off …sparkling lightning funny bone surprise
Lets huff, lets puff, lets blow babylon’s bluff
Right here with huff puff laughter
We can laugh out loud like a bushfire amplifire
A plantation of fire roots laughing up fire beats
BANG BLEAT THE BLAZE
Come on frenemies, skatterlings, indigenous angels
Can you feel something’s bubbling...sompating a bubblating
BANG BLEAT THE BLAZE
Can you feel that we are coming to the end of our darkest rainbow
Surely we’ve made all the right mistakes by now
Even our shadows can start changing colour now
Our halos are no longer rusty…our halos are black and starting to glow
Because we are too hot to burn
BANG BLEAT THE BLAZE
Isn’t this what it feels like to know a fire...like a fire knows itself
Isn’t it time to walk the coals and sing…FIRE IS OUR FAVOURITE COLOUR!
