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Joshua Muñoz. A spaced out astronaut who paints with poetry. Welcome to my world and thanks for reading. Follow me on ig: @loverboyinspace.poetry

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Tonight, I’m straight cruising,
vibing away,
splitting lanes in the Milky Way
12" subs are pumping
I’ve got my spaced out jams bumping,
while simultaneously
taking away
every last of my sad thoughts

I’ve got
not one clue
where my spaceship will end up
Look for the kid, though, skipping
across the stars,
bouncing his bobble head
to bass and bars

Let’s be honest:
I might be out alien sight seeing,
but I’m not quite seeing 20/20
Wide, wobbly eyes
make incoming blurry
bright headlights
become neon streaks—
like BILLIONS of brilliant lasers
blazing magically across my cheeks

The wind’s…


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Choice offers new chapters 
in unfinished books, and I’d say
any new chapter
is better than the story, suddenly, ending.

It’s really not 
that existential of an ordeal, though. 
Death, literally, creeps around every corner, 
so
what worse could we worry 
might happen?

From the other side of the filter,
I send a message of lab-tested,
real world advice: 
Be wary in life, 
 but vigilant, little explorer.

The choices change the timeline;
 I wonder where you'll go?

Lover Boy in Space

Joshua Muñoz

ig: loverboyinspace.poetry

Day 7: Choice offers reward or consequences

Thank you again for tagging me, Denise G , and Diana C. for creating the 30-day challenge!


The bathroom essentials.

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Bathroom pic — two towels on the rack.

Thank you Asterion for creating and inviting me to the challenge. Whoever would like to participate, I invite you to bust your camera out, and join.


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My unconscious mind is 
home 
to a child;
 my ego is its overprotective guardian.

Shacked up for life, the two bicker, often, 
about image, and presentation.
One is reckless, 
and bold
 —the other, conservative and safe. 
From clothes, to long-term investments, 
no choice, or idea, is too trivial, or grand,
for the passionate pair. Over many rotations 
and reruns, they have 
learned, for the most part,
to communicate and coexist, 
but the 
contradicting duo’s unscripted sitcom 
still has its moments 
of twists
and occasional, 
 unconventional adventures.

So, though, the troublesome two
may butt
figurative heads all night and morn’,
most…


The corner of my room I see all day at work.

Thank you Asterion for creating and inviting me to the challenge. Whoever would like to participate, I invite you to bust your camera out, and join.


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The answers to the questions, 
we hold inside our heart, 
are spread, randomly, across our 
curious matrix, like crystal hidden-keys in a video game.

This game has limits and rules, but in the end,
we get to choose the objective, 
because
we choose the keys we chase.

So I ask you: how many would you like, and 
which point on the globe
will
 you search first? I cannot tell you
how they look, but I’m pretty 
certain, 
you’ll know it when you find them.

Don’t hold me to it, but legend has it,
the keys contain hints and clues to…


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I did a drug, once, 
and it made the tiniest 
 thread plink out of my pristine identity.
Curious, I pulled and tugged, just a bit further, 
 unraveling 
the well-constructed, but very dull, string 
to see what I would find. Though it took
a bit, eventually, the string’s superficial 
structure collapsed, and fell, revealing 
 the strangest, yet most familiar, little boy
looking back at me in the mirror. He was 
bright, psychedelic, in total awe of life. He was 
I,
 and I was me, again.

Like becoming lucid in a dream,
I saw a whole new world that’d
been
hidden beyond…


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We, dreamers and daydreamers,
are identical, in every way, to every other human
living on this lovely giant boulder, 
down 
to the very last cell and atom, except, 
like lion cubs 
walking on the moonlit savanna,
singing Hakuna-something,
time has adapted us to see light 
in the darkness. The circle of time has made
its official decree: should we choose to accept, 
and use it, 
this night vision lens has been 
heaven-sent
to guide us home.

Lover Boy in Space

Joshua Muñoz

ig: loverboyinspace.poetry

Last revised: 9 June 2021 7:48pm


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With closed eyes, I can feel 
the lucid energy of infinity 
flowing 
over and through my skin. This is Everything
that ever was, and ever is, 
proudly presenting the 
extraordinary sensation of 
LIVING, created, then bestowed graciously.

We will all live many 
discriminate 
lives, over and over again, 
our atoms borrowed 
and 
shared within 
The Almighty for eternity. Now
is
 forever. Tomorrow and yesterday
are both just reactive 
directions in 
time and space 
that we choose—in the impossible
gift of life,
 we, too often, forget (is) ours.

Lover Boy in Space

Joshua Muñoz

ig: loverboyinspace.poetry

Last revised: 10 June 2021 1:20am

Day 3: Ancient and eternal connection with Gaia

Thank you again for tagging me, Denise G , and Diana C. for creating the 30-day challenge!

Lover Boy in Space

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