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muMs is an award-winning New York City based Poet and a member of the Labyrinth Theater Company.

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muMs the Schemer ===> Schemer: fiend, foe, friend, fear, /swallower of your fear, /blasphemer, /dreamer…. /to hold, to have, to be in a condition akin to, to victory he prevails! /A mathematical or philosophical diagram representing the astrological aspects of the planets, emotions and intellect on scales, /teller of your tale /in a letha-phorical outline, /a concise examination crafty and secretive in sign, /a systematic and organized chaotic plot. /I am muMs the schemer and you, are not. ===> The first ‘m’ is lower-cased /concerned with race /and small manipulative matters of that sort: /the things in our face /that bleed into our heart. /The ‘u’- also small- leads me to look to the sky, walk there the edge of a shore equating to particles of sand, stars, the moon. To be under all that which is bigger than me lead’s to the second ‘M’ capitalized for the manipulation /of that that from which all shall begin /and again /from when /we least expect. /The ‘S’ is the trick: the hush of it all. /The control over what we discuss, beckon or call /or plural to represent the many that know /or just that the path is a windy road? /No matter, it also is small. ===> muMs, the schemer and echo-er of it all.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011


walk in my shoes. ride in my tracks.

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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Rewriting A Decade of Decadence


January 13th, 1:20am Bronx, NYC--
A new year has begun. A new decade even. It took me 13 days to acknowledge it I guess. take it all in. wake from the debauchery that was 2000- 2010. Without going into too much detail I'll just say this has been one hell of a down swinger of a decade. I've gone through four major relationships, middle to high six digits worth of cash (probably much more), a lot of Jack Daniels and various other spirits and acres of marijuana. A true decade of decadence the Aughts have been for me. Oh yes there is no form of destructive pleasure I haven't at the very least stuck my nose into. So, right here is where I am sure you are thinking I am going to make some grand announcement about making changes and being sober and whatnot. really? do you know me? I am proclaiming what it was for me. The Nineties, I went with the flow and the flow lead me to the most successful fulfilling time of my life. The Eighties were about taking steps and making mistakes and then taking more steps. What does this new decade hold for me? Not exactly sure at the moment. I DO know that I am writing it. I DO know that it is my hand that lifts and pours that bottle of Jack, that lights the joint, that breaks that woman's heart. I wield the sword of destruction and helm the bulldozer blazing the path of my future. I take full responsibility over it all. So right now my prize possession is a pen.