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


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.

welcome to a new day --goRealer

Friday, December 14, 2012

the DARK HEART ART- steal your girlfriend

Steal your girlfriend.
catch her when you aint looking. /don't worry homie, I know my way round brooklyn. /I'll just take it from where you cant go no further. /fully explain that point to her. /Show her her worth in spite of you. /I'll even tell you, /your girlfriend is gone /and you wont be able to see /or agree /your perception'll end up being me /walking down the street with her hand wrapped around my pinky, /think bee. /Im talking bout ruthless /this is what we do with /these dark powers we hold. /when the trust is gone she'll be looking for something to hold /something to cling to more than the pillow. /take her to the bronx, sit her under a willow, /read her things u aint never heard of, /take off the mask and fully commit the murder /of any and all attachment to you.  /And those who know /will say yo /mums, u brand new /but you wrong, /I hope this shit is just a song.  /you using her /you using her /you using her, nothing could be sadder. /yeah she might think that for time but then it wont matter /cuz love is love, /come from above, /sweep over trees /bend you to your knees like tsunamis. /over every mountain, love'll swim through every valley. /I'll mean it from my soul till I can't remember her name no more and just call her Sally. /and she'll be like why you call me sally? cuz I love you! /And you wont ever be able to get mad /you'll just have to give up. /there wont be nothing you can do /except wiz up. and eventually she'll catch on /when the love is gone, /get mad at me and curse my name big. /She might even through a rock at my crib /or key up my car /or fill up my underwear drawer with clorox and glue /but dude, /believe I can out live all that knowing she /wont /ever /go /back /to /you. /see what I do.

Monday, October 15, 2012


A woman calls President Obama a Communist. But can't really explain what a communist is. 

(this was my response on FB)

This annoys the piss out of me. Of course now commie is the code word for nigger. America is the richest country on Earth because of hundreds of years of slave labor. And black people generations later still have the scars of self hatred to prove it. There would be no America, no freedom for these old crackers and ofays if it was for the pain our ancestors endured. I can understand ignorant racism. Some people just can come out the past. But to use communism to mask their racism is straight fucking wrong. On a level that boils my blood. Bitch should be kissing Barack's feet for NOT throwing up some secret gang sign on TV to signify all black people to attack. I guess it's been growing to this point. Was in an elevator the other day when two white women were comparing iPhone cases and one was say how much she hates the one she has now because it gets so dirty. And all I was thinking about was this 14 year old girl in Afghanistan who gets shot in the head by the Taliban because see thinks girls should've alleged an education. I got a fucking Troll on my FB who wants to lecture me about all the atrocities that Obama is committing in Africa. I ask him have u ever been to Africa, he says he doesn't need to go to africa to know what's going on there. This fucking country and its #firstworldproblems with these spoiled rotten care bear soft skinned hippy dippy devils trying to tell me something about the world. Arghhh... every couple months or so I go off. My closest white friends know and understand. -goRealer

Thursday, May 17, 2012


Man asks me,
u got warrants?
I ain't got no warrants.

U ever been arrested?
Yeah... but not in no long time, like I don't even know. What I do?
There's no walking between cars.
Really? U get the old lady that was right in front of me?
Plain clothes got her.
Where she at?
They kept her on the train.
U saying since she got snatched by detecs she stay on her train?
We're uniformed. We take people OFF the train.

Damn. I give him the I'm-muMs-spiel but he ain't having it while he run my name. To myself I'm thinking I ain't got no warrants... I don't think. I aint done nothing since I been back and they ain't gonna see that Cali shit. I think I'm clean. I'm clean. Say it again confident.
Clean. Upstanding. I got rights.
I say out loud, how u gonna bag me for walking between cars while 50 people got shot last weekend!? I ain't do nothing! Man... three trains gone by already!
Man look hard at me, I look hard back. He go and come back, say, u ever been to Brooklyn?
Yeah I been to Brooklyn. I don't live in Brooklyn but I been on Brooklyn.

You have a warrant in Brooklyn?

Word? Wait... What???

My heart beats, adrenaline jumps, knee stops hurting, breathing steadies. Everything slows down. His gun, on his right side. He thumb on the holster release. His partner half cocked, back turned. They're ready for me to make a move. There's a fence at the end of the platform. Breathe. Think.
He's got my license, can't go home. How much cash I got on me? Breathe. There is nothing but this moment. This second to assess. Survive.
Man looks in my eye. My face empty.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Man takes out a notepad, copies my information, says take care of your warrant. Hands me back my license.

Friday, April 13, 2012

concentration reduces the amount of wants when the wants become deadly desires.