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Fire is our Favourite Colour

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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!

croc E moses

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Favourite FreNemy

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are you the plus?…does that make me the ‘poes’ minus…why?
why still so heartless and so very headloose
i show myself…you show yourself
i show you my line…you show me your line
good idea because the line is so fine
so fine between you and me…best friend…best enemy
sooner or later we become the guinea pigs gone guinea foul
because we’re stuck on the sourface of our souls
in this situation there’s no peace of mind
just price of mind…it’s called prisis
did you get that…it’s called prisis
it’s a criss cross crisis
when the referee blows her whistle she blows her ripple on me
it’s a red card penalty on the periphery
it’s called sleeping with the frienemy
when i fell in love with my best friend’s mother
imagine my mother and her chemicals of anger
precious…just makes pressure
precious poisonous pressure
yes that was me in the proverbial bubble…sooner or later double trouble
it was hectic…hectic hectic hectic…it’s beyond poetic
i’ve been there…over twenty years ago i was there
and now i know why there’s no sympathy like symphony
so obviously i was aching…then i was taken, i was taken ablack
taken ablack when the graffiti warns about the whiteness that burns
now i see the inversion rather than the con version
and yet still we all will continue to blame someone
always us and them a kind of random ransom
like my other so called brothers in the chemical Breeze
no fetish for my goalkeeping just Fetish for Virgin rekid company…check!
it’s nobody’s checkmate…it’s just stalemate
all the rocks that are gonna fall have already fallen
it’s not fair but that’s not what gets us anywhere
this could happen to you too…you and yourself
you and your lover any of your long lost brothers and sisters
all shooting each other up with our minds
pumping heart shaped bullets along invisible lines
sending heat seeking missiles disguised as love
remember….remember torque is tricky
finger on the trigger is always sticky
precious…just makes pressure
precious poisonous pressure
we’ve got to realize every minute of every hour
we’re either best of friends best of enemies
hopefully every body best of frienemies
at least we’re equal when we sleep
rest assured we are equal when we sleep
so people it’s about seeing yourself being seen
let’s get back to basic eye contact…see yourself being seen
like soul in the soldier…souldiers please drop your shoulders
please please don’t police the peace
please please don’t police the peace
make space…make space make space make space
calling all frienemies of the state…know that we are raping
raping the mystery when we should be rapping
rapping about the love mastery
one fine masterpiece no more disaster please
got to…frienemies we get to deserialise our seriousness
derealise our deleriousness I think so
for good’s sakes let go let god
forgive your enemy forgive your friend
family frienemy again and again
so start removing your armor
everybody praise the new knights in shining drama
everybody unite in shining drama
everybody just shine
like Madiba said
who are you
not to shine
….and by the way
they’re still my best friends
they’re still my best enemies
they are my favourite frienemies

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Biography

Clever fooligan has made all the right mistakes and has self-realised his irrelevance.

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.

His works are serious, sensitive, deep, sometimes profound, equally flippant and possibly humorous. He takes many risks in content and in imagination. He draws upon exposure to extremes. His word strings are tasty tangents – His accent, soothing moon root liquorice, sub-dub dollop delicious, treating you to a little bit of everything you like. His performance is mysterious dragonfly capoeira!

Surprisingly and unsurprisingly he has appeared at festivals, conferences, schools, open mics, fund raisers, dinner party’s, exhibition openings and solo gigs mainly in South Africa, but also as far as New York, Dublin, Copenhagen, England, Mozambique, and Swaziland! Highlights include the Support act for Linton Kwesi Johnson, Cape Town, South Africa(2009) Poet On Strike Tour, Southern Africa (2009) Kgotla Youth Conference, South Africa(2009) Bushfire International Arts Festival, Swaziland (2008) Latitude Festival, UK (2007) The Aldeburgh Music Festival Fringe, UK (2007) The Nuyorican Poet’s Cafe, New York City, USA (2003) The Herman Charles Bosman Literary Festival, South Africa (2002) and the Grahamstown National Arts Festival, SOUTH AFRICA (2001).

croc E moses

Biography

Clever fooligan has made all the right mistakes and has self-realised his irrelevance.

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.

His works are serious, sensitive, deep, sometimes profound, equally flippant and possibly humorous. He takes many risks in content and in imagination. He draws upon exposure to extremes. His word strings are tasty tangents – His accent, soothing moon root liquorice, sub-dub dollop delicious, treating you to a little bit of everything you like. His performance is mysterious dragonfly capoeira!

Surprisingly and unsurprisingly he has appeared at festivals, conferences, schools, open mics, fund raisers, dinner party’s, exhibition openings and solo gigs mainly in South Africa, but also as far as New York, Dublin, Copenhagen, England, Mozambique, and Swaziland! Highlights include the Support act for Linton Kwesi Johnson, Cape Town, South Africa(2009) Poet On Strike Tour, Southern Africa (2009) Kgotla Youth Conference, South Africa(2009) Bushfire International Arts Festival, Swaziland (2008) Latitude Festival, UK (2007) The Aldeburgh Music Festival Fringe, UK (2007) The Nuyorican Poet’s Cafe, New York City, USA (2003) The Herman Charles Bosman Literary Festival, South Africa (2002) and the Grahamstown National Arts Festival, SOUTH AFRICA (2001).

Fire is our Favourite Colour

Enlarge poem

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!

Featured Poem:

Favourite FreNemy

Enlarge poem

are you the plus?…does that make me the ‘poes’ minus…why?
why still so heartless and so very headloose
i show myself…you show yourself
i show you my line…you show me your line
good idea because the line is so fine
so fine between you and me…best friend…best enemy
sooner or later we become the guinea pigs gone guinea foul
because we’re stuck on the sourface of our souls
in this situation there’s no peace of mind
just price of mind…it’s called prisis
did you get that…it’s called prisis
it’s a criss cross crisis
when the referee blows her whistle she blows her ripple on me
it’s a red card penalty on the periphery
it’s called sleeping with the frienemy
when i fell in love with my best friend’s mother
imagine my mother and her chemicals of anger
precious…just makes pressure
precious poisonous pressure
yes that was me in the proverbial bubble…sooner or later double trouble
it was hectic…hectic hectic hectic…it’s beyond poetic
i’ve been there…over twenty years ago i was there
and now i know why there’s no sympathy like symphony
so obviously i was aching…then i was taken, i was taken ablack
taken ablack when the graffiti warns about the whiteness that burns
now i see the inversion rather than the con version
and yet still we all will continue to blame someone
always us and them a kind of random ransom
like my other so called brothers in the chemical Breeze
no fetish for my goalkeeping just Fetish for Virgin rekid company…check!
it’s nobody’s checkmate…it’s just stalemate
all the rocks that are gonna fall have already fallen
it’s not fair but that’s not what gets us anywhere
this could happen to you too…you and yourself
you and your lover any of your long lost brothers and sisters
all shooting each other up with our minds
pumping heart shaped bullets along invisible lines
sending heat seeking missiles disguised as love
remember….remember torque is tricky
finger on the trigger is always sticky
precious…just makes pressure
precious poisonous pressure
we’ve got to realize every minute of every hour
we’re either best of friends best of enemies
hopefully every body best of frienemies
at least we’re equal when we sleep
rest assured we are equal when we sleep
so people it’s about seeing yourself being seen
let’s get back to basic eye contact…see yourself being seen
like soul in the soldier…souldiers please drop your shoulders
please please don’t police the peace
please please don’t police the peace
make space…make space make space make space
calling all frienemies of the state…know that we are raping
raping the mystery when we should be rapping
rapping about the love mastery
one fine masterpiece no more disaster please
got to…frienemies we get to deserialise our seriousness
derealise our deleriousness I think so
for good’s sakes let go let god
forgive your enemy forgive your friend
family frienemy again and again
so start removing your armor
everybody praise the new knights in shining drama
everybody unite in shining drama
everybody just shine
like Madiba said
who are you
not to shine
….and by the way
they’re still my best friends
they’re still my best enemies
they are my favourite frienemies

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Fire is our Favourite Colour

Enlarge poem

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!

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