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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.

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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.