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A Smothering Existence
I feel it now as the blood in my fingers begins to fester,
Upon a throne a stagnant master of nothing.
Behind time's peripheral gaze perhaps out of sight-
Portrays the world in my dreams.
Heavy dark clouds bursting at the seams,
Bombard folks with lost bits of themselves.
Watching this 'Image of Me' seems dim,
Lacking the colors of a Saturday Morning Cartoon.
If I had my way I'd crack this world just like an egg.
Its unborn innards sizzling to become part of me.
Stuffed full with days, and seas of waves,
Sleepily maxed with all I could ever wish to taste.
And in this way, with all that is as was,
and all that has and will. I could perhaps be filled.
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December 21, 2007
Christopher Scott Munoz
Never for Granted
Dug though a notebook of old papers and notes,
Ran across a stained page from ages ago.
In my own hopeful tone I had wrote, how much I missed her.
She was so very far from home.
Wasn't addressed to her, or to anyone. I wrote to myself.
In my letter I was waiting, patiently waiting for her to come home.
Before she had gone, she stocked up on soda and bought me a game,
To kept my mind busy, while she was away.
The sun had set and time was long.
She was sweet to lighten the days I'd be alone,
My every thought was to see her smile,
Like the rising sun of a fresh new day.
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May 25, 2007
Christopher Scott Munoz
Penny
Bubbles on your fluid filled eyes,
Softly turning adrift, inside your mind.
You'll find today is hard to find,
When tomorrow starts the same.
And I'm gone on my feet, walking the sea of dirty shirts.
Inside I'm running on broken glass, sharp shards that hurt.
I find myself in need of a rest, so down, I lay my head,
I rest my bones inside of my eyes, picturing I'm in my bed.
Stewing quiet bubbles behind my eyes.
Bubbles on your fluid filled eyes,
That empathic glaze seldom worn.
Behind this gaze you sometimes morn,
Grinding teeth behind your lips.
And I'm dreaming while I'm lying, on a bed of dirty socks.
The ceilings raining into room of dirty pots.
I'm drifting off to their hard and steady beat.
As I've eaten all my nails, grainy dirt between my teeth.
The simmering of Copper Lincolns on my tongue.
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May 21, 2007
Christopher Scott Munoz
Dry Husk of John Doe
Flames lick the tattered home, walls of wood and floors of ash.
The walls may taste of sap- half lived dreams, no other half.
Smoke lingers on distressed nerves; We sit in broken glass.
Sunlight splitting to lines though the dust. Every windows cracked.
The air is heavy with floating dirt, breaths absorbed by fried nerves.
Blistering hopeless defeat; cracking faces and chard roast meat.
So dry, the dry skin burning. Stewing thoughts of ash and Dust.
So cold when burnt to a cinder, following the path Too Dust.
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May 16, 2007
Christopher Scott Munoz
Countless Worlds
Scenes and skies who's Mother is Earth, each point of view bestowed at birth.
Energy born for observation, experience is light for the growing soul.
Rolling greens, unseen seems; electric pulses behind wide eyes.
Perspective scape of dreams, storytellers for the next sunrise.
Squarely in shoes, souls set for tracks, that flow into the setting west.
Brick-dwellings born for one place, permanents in subtle dreams.
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April 19-27, 2007
Christopher Scott Munoz
My Life Rules
Weekend Sun rises above, the mountains that nestle my town,
The morning chill is not my concern, as my Kayla is cosey and warm.
I leave my bed, rolling my stealth, passing with flawless luck.
Linoleum tile echoes the sweet luxury, instant music. Just add water.
My folded friend collapsed and resting, waits for me by the couch.
I take my seat as Edward fills the TV, with my pals Fry and Bender.
My twelve-minuet friends pop in and out, soaring invisible though the air.
My roomies rest well into the noon, I let them sleep. I have my toons.
The antics of Matt's star ship fantasy, brighten my blooming outlook.
As temporary pals join for a race. Darting in for a handful of games,
Faceless friends, effortless company, joining me from miles away.
The morning has gone and left with me, skipping most the day.
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February 12, 2007
Christopher Scott Munoz
Mirk-Water Dragon
Peripheral dusk pierced by pin-prick stars, saturated with purple clouds.
The moon was ripe and silent as night, cradling itself in soft evening light.
The darkness surrounding this glow; It crept in while filaments distracted folks below,
Orchestrated in silence.
In mossy bogs of chirping bugs. Styrofoam evidence of hot beverages, long since cooled.
Twirling on currents with fishes. So common place that no one would know,
The Mirk-Water Dragon has no care to go.
Snoozing beneath the powder moon.
Stretching purple vines reach toward the navy sky. Fireflies sorround the Crows perched in lines.
Pulses pass by each crow's feet, within each vine a slow hart beats.
Bumping along with the sound of the street.
The whooshes of hungry machines.
In this mossy bog where the chirping bugs live. Winding purple tendrils seek out the moon.
Childish feces wrapped in colorful cartoons, Bob up in down, in the reflection of the moon.
The Mirk-Water Dragon swims with the Sunday paper.
He knows not what it is, or why it came to be there,
He welcomes this stranger to his den of thick weeds,
All folks are welcome here, and may do as they please.
The Mirk-Water Dragon has no cares at all,
He drifts in the bog and ignores the crows caw,
Watching purple clouds float past the moon,
The thundering freeway's interruptions pass though.
So common place that no one would know.
The Mirk-Water Dragon has no cares at all.
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January 25, 2007
Christopher Scott Munoz
Intro Talks
Sun shines though the blinds; into my eyes. Snow white lines.
Creeping crawl my way, shadows dust and clay.
Folding fingers to knuckles, solid bodies in mist.
Flexing flesh beneath my chest, strained and pulled to stretch.
Mildew grown on tunnels of thought, smells of stagnant gist.
Beyond my view, in point or fact; there is much more than this.
Distinguished in glimpses of light. Red panes of glass;
Rolling red marbles, and floating red bubbles in glass.
Marbles escape, forgetting dancing bubbles to brake.
Spidery cracks, splinters in glass, leaking red dressing on laps.
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October 11, 2006 - January 16, 2007
Christopher Scott Munoz
Saturday Morning Cartoons
Morning beads, dew on lawns; Around my neck I find her arms.
Sunshine creeping though my shutters.
She stretches than yawns and mutters, "What time is it?"
I pretend I do not hear and that I'm still asleep,
She gets the hint and lies back down.
On my shoulder she rests her head; Morning bliss for a comfy bed.
"You're my puzzle piece," she sleepily said.
And in this phrase I loose my head,
Dreaming deep in cosy words.
Morning sun to afternoon sky; together asleep we lie.
She wakes up and turns on cartoons.
She watches and I rest there cocooned, wrapped in blankets.
When I wake up we watch them together;
I think to myself; I could lie here forever.
She smiles, we kiss. Watch our favorites- reminisce.
It's midday now, but our mornings not over,
"Lets make breakfast" She says. So we make it together.
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October 12, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Low Serotonin
Passing me by. I'm on my way:
-I could care less-
Trees street-side, and alleyways.
Red sun in the sky; Held by those brown eyes.
Mine is the yellow-sun sky. Brightness is my lie.
Writing for himself, to lighten my disguise.
Against their words a plea, but we never cease to breathe.
Why won't he care? My mouth was crystal clear.
Why don't we care? The words I heard weren't clear.
I'm on my way. Passing me by:
-We close our ears-
Lamps street-side, and passersby.
Don't let them look; I'll close my eyes.
Bright as the sky, as the red sun burns.
Scribble back to health, those pages become myself.
Against those words I plead, they have me wish to breathe.
Why is he there? I've found someone- I don't know where.
Why won't they care? Found myself, but I'm not here.
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September 12, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Summer Cube
When I've lost what I have found, I find what's not around.
Found there's nothing here to find, my mind was so sublime.
The stars where in the sky, they fell into my eyes.
Now they're in my eyes. I reached out with my hands,
And I burnt them on the lights, The stars where just so bright.
Ash and embers filled the night.
Yesterday's behind, and tomorrow's still to come,
But I feel to dazed to run. So the present needs some love.
So where's the stars above?
I've got them in my brain, and now the sky changes its grade.
And the darkness in the air, now has brightness everywhere.
The present follows me, it wants the love from me.
Tomorrow's yet to come, but the stars have all but gone.
Still, the present covers me, my warm blanket guarantee.
I feel soft sheets and weather, it's tomorrw we're together.
Sweet smelling hair, now is arround me everywhere.
Sunlight fills the air, tomorrow's where we are.
But the present follows me, still needs some love from me.
So where am I supposed to be, if the present follows me?
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July 25, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Serenity Sea
Raining mist of newborn baby clouds,
Evening's crisp and salty smell.
Days and nights are all strung into one,
Countless hours we freely spend.
Take my hand, follow me into my dreams,
You'll belive, as I once looked to the sky.
Far away from this place you stand,
Those youthful-vapers conceal starlight.
Summon me, We are the only ones,
Our cloths are taken in the wind.
I'll cling to you as the evening unfolds,
Holding time beneath my skin.
All that I know, on the edge of the world,
Where the evening is just more time.
All that I would, do all that I could,
Just to forever live, those nights.
Raining mist of newborn baby clouds,
Softly drift amongst our heads.
Wrapped in darkness, lightened by smiles,
Sat on the edge, my soul fulfilled.
Take my hand, follow into my dreams,
Wrap your arms around my waste.
Sit within cool winds that blow,
Listen to me as I say;
All that I know, on the edge of the world,
Where the evening is just more time.
All that I would, do all that I could,
Just to forever live those nights.
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August 1, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
The Dead One
Your god gave you a setting sun, He gave you this raining night,
The rain that falls to the pavement, chilling flesh and bone alike.
As the twilight fell to the clouds, the moon quickly withdrew,
Taking drags behind shrouded darkness, a tattered figure steps though.
He twisted his wrinkled smile, summoned you with his hand.
And as you slowly approached him, The thunder burst and clapped.
If you follow your heart, tomorrow's dreams elapse.
A struggling soul clings to the tether; your heart that holds it back.
The tattered man keeps smiling, taping loose bits of ash.
Before his lips embers burn, as he begins to ask:
"And just how do you intend to save,"
"A soul that has already passed?"
"You see, a soul I've already taken."
...Again the thunder claps.
The body lays in the rain, frozen fragments of a soul.
Between the clouds shine its dead eyes, lying just behind your foe.
Climbing down the tether, a ghost, a vengeful soul.
Touching you as it passes, the touch is Icy-cold.
The cigar leaves his fingers, as the man flicks it to the rain,
Exhaling a cloud of silver smoke, that dark smile blooms again.
"And now my dear I will help you, I fear you may catch cold,"
"So I'll be so kind as to release you, from all you've ever known."
The ghost climbs into its body, struggling to quickly stand.
As the tattered man bursts into serpents, flaming from his hands.
The dead one rises from the street, lifting its charred remains,
Silently behind the dark one, who has captured you in his gaze.
-Again the thunder claps, like slow, morbid applause.
The darkness brakes as the lightning flashes.
-The dead one grows new claws.
Stepping to its feet, Scared by melted flesh.
Narrowing waterlogged eyebrows, the dead one seeks revenge.
Sinking razor sharp claws into the back of the demon's head.
You're transfixed in terror, as the serpents ensnare your friend.
A fiery tangle of bodies, tarring each other apart,
A steaming cloud of vapor, drifts in the storming dark.
His fiery serpents extinguished, The dark man fell to his knees,
The dead one returned to its grave, its body convulsed and seized.
Now lifting yourself from the mud, You run to help. But that soul has gone,
Seams to have at last found peace, after you where saved;
By the unlikely help of The Dead One
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July 25, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Lucent
The lighting clapped, to applaud its cliche,
Nighttime twilight, on the verge of day.
The sparkling stars fled from the rising sun,
As it rose to the heavens, the stars did run.
Soon covered by clouds, growing heavy and dark,
The sun did flee from their thunderous bark.
The nighttime fell to the scorching day,
And the daytime fell to the pelting rain.
How the Sun did yearn, to touch the grass,
To Spite, the storm wouldn't let it pass.
That is until the wind did blow,
The clouds sailed away, so the sun could glow.
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July 17, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Thoughts on a Pizza Box
So all you people close your eyes.
Hear my words and sympathize.
-WAIT?
Don't forget that without those eyes,
You can't begin to substantialize,
These strange thoughts I'm playing with you.
So if you teach your eyes to hold,
All that scenery within your head.
Choose to leave your dreams in bed.
I'm afraid the only thing to do,
Is to memorize my game with you.
And Plant my scenery in your head.
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July 8, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Crying Pie
OK buddy, I know this guy. He's this man who I call the crying pie.
He's siting here with his chocolate milk mix. Mixing poor little mocha's, for his poor little antics.
Jumping about up on a wire- never falling down.
And now you see they're all dropping. I'm still going and they're all stopping.
One by one I watch them leave, all to their comfy beds and LCD screens.
And Here I stay but I want this variety of day...
To be a bit more- never ending.
Journey to this town of lights and sounds, that are quite often renewing.
Set camp on a bridge, with flowers and streetlamps, to a fragrant pizza's undoing.
How with that cheesy-warm goodness I'd watch that pizza Parrish.
-With pleasure coursing though this crying pie.
While bellow us the water would tumble and flourish, for an amazing yellow-pink sunrise.
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July 2, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Stone Stairs
Newborn clouds stroke the sky- As I;
Now I sit on the edge of the world.
If the clock could stop, I'd hold it now, forever now.
Lean on me and speak your mind,
Sit here on the edge, the world behind. We've left the world to never mind.
Where the wind will blow, and chill our toes.
Misty darkness soothes my soul. And now I never wish to go.
We've left the world to never mind,
Though the world isn't your's or mine, as we sit here on the edge of time-
I feel as if I've held my life.
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June 27, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Pop
Serpents and grass blades, for sweet summer sea,
Swimming and dancing asleep.
Skies roll and moods turn, soaring star-lit tides.
Laughing while dying's a black white surprise.
Once again the edge of my life time,
Once again I've found myself blind.
Cold stones scattered; moist dew's a lush,
Yesterday she gazed upon- well, not very much.
Drain our ears of poisoned thoughts,
For Six-dollars and fifty-cents you can buy-
Into my lunacy, its cheep and such.
Runoff that notable mix of words tied in knots.
Spread my ears and look to the sky,
Burst my mind, soaked the parking lot.
Nothing and Nobody? -Cause that's what I thought.
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June 04, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
My Girlfriend
MY GOD I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND!
She's awesome as awesome could be,
you see I was plagued by the munchies
and hunger had took hold of me.
She left me a beg of Bell Taco's
One a bit eaten, but hay their free.
I just wanted to say that I love her,
Because she's just too good to me.
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May 26, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
I Found My Happiness
(and I had it all along)
I open my eyes in the morning-
Or was it was just a nap.
Guess I was tired, I don't remember sleeping.
But you're there on the pillow next to mine.
Smiling your smile as you wake up, Looking at me,
And I can't help but smile back.
A pleasant exchange of good morning's,
As I roll over and hold you, and I hold you tight,
I'm so ready for another day.
Nothing gives me more joy,
Than to give you a smile, so I can smile back.
I'd do anything for you,
And I promise I will always be there for you.
So long as I live, you are my hope,
My dreams and my tomorrow.
If ever the day should come, when we must part,
I'll suffer from a broken heart.
But my promise stands, I will be there for you.
And that is how I show my love.
Now for the joy you have filled my soul with.
I want you to have smiling faces. No matter what.
And I will do whatever it takes,
To give you all the happiness you deserve.
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May 18, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Toaster Oven
It heats up very slowly, but it heats up.
Warming up my food.
I get up very slowly, and turn it on.
Now quietly waitin' for my food.
My toaster oven is awesome!
Would you like to try some-
Of my food?
Sometimes life's got away with you,
Sometimes you're ahead of yourself.
Never forget that tomorrow is wonderful,
With your toaster oven, who feeds you food.
Microwaves may be technical,
Though buying alien products is a shame,
Why not get yourself a toaster oven?
Who's also from the Earth you came.
I lye down very slowly, watch the sun climb up.
The sun climbs up, very slowly.
And I don't smile enough.
Night time rolls by very slowly, again the sun comes up.
The food warms up in my toaster oven,
I can't get enough.
Sometimes your eyes get soar, when you don't cry enough.
Sometimes I'm a rubber band, whose bounce is all seized up.
Save me now from myself guys, seems again I've thrown up.
Save me now would you Toaster Oven, Fill my body up.
The days roll by very slowly, Why must I get up?
I get out of bed very slowly, Cry and curse my luck.
Come on now little Toaster, Fill my body up.
Come on my little Oven, I can't get enough.
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May 16, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Tears Two Cheeks Alone
I'm sitting here and cold, tears two cheeks alone.
Why do sad words fall like rain?
Sometimes I feel drained, and tonight I'm wishing I was dead.
I thought I tacked it up but, seems the sky has already fallen.
Seems my fears where true, and the world did split in two.
Divided by my very heart.
And to my heart I hold, all I've ever known,
The best things in my life I always seem to brake.
And as she turned her head, walked though that door and left.
The sky fell from its tacks, and drifted to my lap.
Where I sat on the ground, looking down, and broken.
Skies so beautiful when it hung above my head.
Today all I can do is cry, and nothing is the same.
Now before you tease my words, know each word is true.
Heartfelt from the loneliness, watching sleepless dreams of you.
Know I mean no harm, Know I mean no fear.
Watch this poet hide behind his words,
Trying to smile behind tears.
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May 10, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Everscape
Twilight's fallen' 10,000 years, skies of sudden change
The world crashed down into the sockets, swallowed by my brain.
Perceptions of what's coming, what's been here past and dated
Swat the hands of father time, he's slowed but not negated.
Too many nights of dreams to watch, seldom seen before your eyes,
When comes the time to close the tracks, and let your fate decide.
Your Karma will Surely meet you. The skies tacked up, but not fallin,'
As the tress roll by like clouds, Your Everscape is calling.
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May 09, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Leaving to New York
And it was as I began to write this letter, my fingers on their keys.
A most sudden revelation occurred suddenly.
She's leavening to New York, If who you ask? My Love.
We're sort of a Duo, or Partners in Crime. However your comrades come.
Most folks seem to agree a week apart is nothing.
But it's so strange when she's gone, as if a part of myself is missing.
I wish I could always be with her, She's my best friend, my someone to hold, love, and confide in.
I hope that she has a wonderful time, and enjoys the adventure she's livin'.
It's nice to know she's missing me, because all I can think of is her.
She should know I'll be waiting to hold her, as soon as she returns.
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April 25, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Thoughtful Steps
The grass was soft and moist, speckled with beads of dew,
Damp and cool on the feet of a thought.
Enveloped by the sun who stroked the trees with tender light,
Water trickled falls, etched between the bark, running down the trunks,
Sprouting crystal springs among their roots.
The young idea waded the pure waters, quenching its curious thirst.
Floating beneath the crowns of the behemoth-kings, finding peace.
Soothing scenery tamed its curiosity, and soon the thought did fade.
The Trees may wander mountain passes, Free from shackled roots,
In a place between dreams, fulfilling and a muse.
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March 4, 2006 - April 18, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
The Faces in the Mountain
Somebody is going to remember, as we played in the yard as children.
Hours spent on subliminal memories that float within my being.
Tomorrow is but a sunder to all these things I've seen,
Fall forever softly now, this time is just a dream.
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March 31, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Daydream
Behind my closed eyes I see gorgeous things,
With you in my heart, I see lover's dreams.
I wish I could spend eternity,
In each kiss you have given me.
My every dream immersed in amber night.
Found true love beneath the street light.
Know I could never tire of your smile,
For that's all I want each day.
All I need is to be with you,
To find daydreaming lover's gaze.
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Happy Valentines Kayla! February 14, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Lonely Steps of Jealousy
There is a place that sleeps beneath the moon;
Where lonely men walk along the tracks.
The star lit sky, holds all their hopes,
And the morning dew, soaks their backs.
Bittersweet love, sways from around their necks,
Each hung by memories kept near his heart.
No longer men searching for adventure,
Now empty souls, lost in wilting dark.
The Night left shivering in jealous woes.
Tested, strained, and split. In silence.
The sun and moon have torn and frayed,
For years of lost confidence.
Left those men walking, along that midnight road.
A road of winding nights, so lonely in the cold.
Such a simple ending, for men with tattered souls.
To walk this dreamless fantasy, is now all they'd care to know.
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February 09, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Been Pushed Down
One night done, the sun will rise.
Find another with no surprise,
Drift along the shores of time.
Wishing for loneliness,
Apart from myself, you, my life
-And everything else.
I wish I could see past words, all are painful.
And some feelings burn.
Wishing I could find a cloud,
Spend my days up there never looking down.
Far away from here, and everyone else,
Alone with no one,
Not even myself.
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January 29, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Dying Day
My silhouette lost in the mist,
Hearing singing voices as I sleep.
Hold me close; Pull me to my knees,
My dying star, my fading dreams.
Defend by each beat,
Pulsing from my heart,
Blinded by the tears,
Crying as I part.
Voices of the hollow,
Sing me to my grave,
Let me touch the leaves,
Let me feel them on my face.
Time begins to slow,
As I fall a bed of leaves.
The voices that I lost,
Follow as I go.
When I arrive, the sands of time.
Greet me with smiling eyes.
Forever sunsets, today forever ending.
Forever free as today dies.
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January 25, 2006
Christopher Scott Munoz
Santa's a Suit
Snowflakes would fall if there where tongues out to catch them.
The Glow of the soulless windows sucks life from the children.
As we all rush to please them.
Do as instructed, our Real God announces.
Only one day left till Christmas, the day of your lord.
Now pass on your earnings, be sure to spend them quickly.
Give it to the corporations that make me so necessary.
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December 24, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
My Tomorrow Without You
When I first felt that drop of rain,
When I last dabbed that drop, a tear.
Rain will fall, so it will be,
Fall all around us like the leaves.
How we dreamed beneath the stars,
I don't wish to go back, back to the day.
Days of Fall, falling tear drops,
Soaking our hoods and sleeves.
Loves not quite real I fear.
What if these days we hold, so close,
Are no more than dreams after all?
Could these daydreams we rely on so much,
Be no more than leaves in the fall?
Hold back the winter, please.
I don't wish to die like the leaves,
Become so beautifully rich with colors,
Only to fall from the trees.
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December 18, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Looking Back
The moon set the world a stage of silver,
As the young boy walked the road.
Always walking in dreams and darkness,
Forever a life to wonder and discover.
One foot followed by another,
Shoe prints ground into the snow,
Forever walking beneath the moon.
Clutching his world in his cold fists,
Clinging to everything he knew.
Around his neck he wore a sward,
Embraced by circles, surrounded by peace.
Around his finger he wore a ring,
Surrounded by memory, embraced by love.
A dreadful heartache behind his closed eyes,
Longing for wishes left in those shoe prints.
Walking for feeling found only in dreams,
Finding new love among the hills and the trees.
A love for what was and would hopefully be.
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December 17, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Shadow Soul
Walking roads paved, shortened days.
Lost myself in my shadow's gaze.
Seen fragments of a heart.
Travailing adventures under the moon,
Longing for smiles lost in the dark.
We pretend dreams were true,
Living a dream of me for you.
Cling to my buried soul,
In your gaze I've always known,
You're the best friend I'll ever have.
Arms crossed on my chest,
Holding me to rest.
I'm so very sorry sweet dreams end.
I've lost my trusting wayfarer friend.
Left my shadow the deepest darkness.
Watching hearts change from a distance.
Try I might that soul's still there.
Forever will I care, Watching over you.
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December 12, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Pinchbrain
Turn from the light!
See our dying lives and please remember.
You're killing your children,
Stripping away their future.
We have come so far and now were lost,
Lost sight of our souls; and now he knows,
Knows we can't defend ourselves.
Blinded minds fallow shrouded lies,
Into the fires of hell.
In the box he holds our brains,
As we stair into the static.
Now we all are, but bound and chained,
Shackled to the trail of his bloody robes.
As you bow before our King,
See our dying lives and please remember.
It was you who killed your children,
Stripped away their lives.
Now follow the King of Darkness,
Who gave the young a quiet demise.
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December 10, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Kiss
Smile and cry sweet and painless tears.
I'll take you by the hand, if you'll kiss me.
Draw me close, into your smile.
And I will sink into your gaze.
So simple and sweet, your breath on my lips,
As ever tempting grows my need for your kiss.
Slipping towards your warm breath on my face.
With one last look into your eyes,
I will hold your cheek, tilt your face.
I'll close my eyes for this sweet peaceful embrace.
Your lips to mine, face to face.
In this kiss, you'll know.
I love you.
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December 3, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Autumn Window
She let go his hand, kissed his cheek and than-
She turned her head and fled.
Disappeared into the night,
Goodbye, was all she said.
She closed those blue-lined eyes,
As they slid behind her shades.
With no tears on her face,
A cruel act she did play, as if she never cared.
So, as he let go her hand, he smiled to her and than-
Held back the tears, turned and walked away.
Disappeared into the night,
He had nothing more to say.
He closed those tired eyes,
Removed his specs and cried.
The tears ran down his face,
To himself he had lied, he said he wouldn't cry.
So now the years drag by,
In the fall they always cry.
For it was amongst the fallen leaves,
Their broken hearts had chose to die.
She looks though her bedroom window,
Remembering the last time she saw his face.
Wondering where he's been to,
Wondering, how he spends his days.
She now hopes that he is all right.
Looking though her bedroom window, every autumn night;
As she cries the tears she didn't cry,
When she said goodbye that night.
Someday she hopes he'll come back,
She imagines him now, outside her window.
Smiling as he once did,
Under the amber street lamp's glow.
As he wanders all his life, searching for a place,
Something from a dream, some feeling for a place.
He wanders all the world, thinking of her often,
Though he never again sees her, the love that once had left him.
He closes those tired eyes,
Removes his specs and cries.
Wondering where she's been, and hoping she's all right.
Looking to the sky, every autumn night.
Now he's grown sick in the bitter cold,
Trudging though the frosted leaves.
And that is when this story finds its end,
Shot, in the darkness by some thieves.
That autumn night he dies,
In the muddy street he lies.
Wishing he could one last time,
Look into her lovely eyes.
Looking out her autumn window,
Snow begins to fall, under the street lap's glow.
The glow captures it all; from the touch of a first kiss,
To the last beat of a heart.
Their hearts are joined and heart beats stop,
Beneath the street lamp's glow
In the darkness he regretfully dies,
As she's looking out her autumn window.
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November 19, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Christopher
Now that the clock can stop ticking,
Will I ever find a reason to draw a sun?
Illuminate the hills. Kissed by the wind.
Lying so peaceful under the stars.
Walking in my dreams, I raise my hand.
Open my palm and release my kiss,
The cold breeze is my kiss.
Feel it on your cheeks, and know I'm there.
Standing by the river, Boots covered with snow.
Gripping my bag, slung over my shoulder.
Think of me when this moments over.
Because the clock can't stop ticking,
And I was just a dream.
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November 15, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Closed Eyes for Me
Anger is sorrow for minds that travel different paths.
Finding darkness in corners, corners brightened by a flash.
Flashes captured a hallow smile, burned into history.
How many times has that smile been etched?
Hollow and crushed while lost inside.
How many times have the candles been smothered?
Plunging us all into darkness.
Closed eyes won't see,
Closed eyes for me.
Closed eyes in the darkness,
Closed eyes turn from me.
Darkness is a brighter path.
One more puddle on the street, One less lamp in the sky.
Streetlights burn out, just like candles.
Fire lives its life, slowly eating itself away.
Just like me. And just like them.
Just like, the way it's supposed to be.
Brighter paths from closed eyes,
Ignore the darkness. And see.
Is it easier to walk in lies?
...Apparently.
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November 14, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Harsh Passions
Sweet tears fall from the sky, Open lips to drink them.
Darkened eyes look though my soul, with sharp words to match them.
Spread your scorching wings, and cover the sun with smoke.
Watch the flowers wither and die, their happiness you took.
How many petals are plucked for harsh passions?
No daylight to love the dieing flowers,
How many roses must be seen burnt to ashes?
No wishes are seen in the cold evening hours.
Watch the world burn, as I'm now alone in the blackness,
Tare the gardens from my heart; if you don't wish me to have them.
Breathing blistering ashes, loathing this darkness.
Crying for wishes, that are now withering in sadness.
The sweet rain that falls, now is poisoned and bitter.
Under a dead sky of fire, the gardens now smolder,
Close your darkened eyes, and imagine them mended.
But beyond those closed eyes, lie a world you have ended.
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October 6, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
"Take My Hand"
I climbed from the grass, pulling myself to the filthy asphalt.
Skinned my knee on dead three's roots.
Pulled myself to a new level - a place amongst the rest of you.
Walked apart from everything, yet together with everyone.
Touching no face but my own. Feeling no tears but my own.
Turned from being selfish, and I give my love to everyone.
To the lost and to the needing. To the dreamers and the wishing.
Forever looking for peace in people, trust amongst the wolfs.
The fallen scream to be left to themselves,
I am not welcome to walk their lives.
At first the needing, to become the hateful,
I've failed escape from my selfish life.
Now I wish to know, why I wish to go.
Leave the sands of time, for an ocean of daydreams:
A place absent from needy hearts, and lonely eyes,
Peoples empty wishes, heartaches piercing lies.
But to do so is to apart from human soul.
Becoming just a monster, like everyone I know.
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September 25, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
My White Rose
Wrapped in the petals of your heart.
Touched by the vines of your embrace.
Deep in your scent, my sweet rose,
Kiss my lips with your lovely taste.
Now the moonlight ignites your soul,
And a cool breeze sways your leaves.
We lay entangled by each other,
In silence we bloom, now as one, we believe.
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September 21, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Understanding's Died
Shadows fill the cloudy sky,
As rays of life fade away.
Loving souls that are covered and shy,
Are why understanding died today.
Torn from the hand that Walked away.
Pulled from the heart that looks back.
With our steps we learn from echoes.
Reverberating and teaching us,
Why understanding dies.
Because now, walking is the way.
And the only way. Is Away.
But once it's done, Looking back,
pulled away from someone.
That's why Understanding died.
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September 21, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Open, Touch, and Grace
Two fingers in her hair,
Ran up and down - picked apart the strands.
Two nails on my skin,
Run lightly across my body.
Open your hand and touch my face.
Close your eyes and your lips will taste my love.
Now fall to grace, forget the words.
Soar two hearts as one.
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September 12, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Coffee Can
Well it's a long story, so lets just say a world inside a coffee can.
Its dusty and brown, specks of ash like dust-
That keep you up. But bring you down.
Daydreams of a sun that shines, Tares apart the clouds.
But these thoughts of brightened skies, are no more than selfish lies.
Because you're in a coffee can, where the sun can't shine.
So now open up the dusty lid and free your clouded mind.
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September 3, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
New Age Lover's Tale
The night was cold,
That was my comfort.
My lips where chapped,
So was my heart.
The years where long,
Counted by lovers.
The days where old,
Without a smile.
I checked the time,
Half past beginning.
Watched the second,
As he made his move.
He killed himself,
And took her from me.
My life was done,
Without a smile.
Perhaps that's truth,
Found ever-so slowly.
Perhaps that's the way,
We find ourselves.
Only in death,
Will we be peaceful.
And only in life,
May our hearts be held.
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August 31, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
The Red Goes Down
The autumn wind that cools my lungs,
The cool sweet breath that dreams are of.
The dripping nightmare born of blood,
Far away from someone's love.
Longing for a better way,
Fearful torrents of dismay,
Bagging me to fade away,
Lost again in words I say.
So now it's my blood that drips,
So sweet each breath of air I sip.
Sip it slowly with my lips.
Taste its bitterness as I slip.
The tearful soul inside my heart,
The anxious fear as I'm apart.
Watching daydreams in the dark,
Dreams of everlasting, ever-sweet, peaceful dark.
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August 31, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
The Cold Blood Shivers
Will she love you forever?
Brush away your lonely tears.
Hold you closely to her,
Softly whisper in your ear.
In her words she says she loves you.
In her embrace she holds you near.
You see her smile, and touch her face,
You kiss her lips, but shed a tear.
Would she wish that you had stayed,
If you left and went away?
All the while crying tears,
That no one brushed away.
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August 8 - 31, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Teary Eyes
My only love, my winter rose, frozen in the snow.
My dear sweet soul that I do hold, for all the dreams I know.
I'll wish you here, but you will not come, because I am alone.
I'll dream of days you'd hold me close, I fear they will not come.
You're all I have and all I want, so I'll kiss you in my dreams.
Hold your hand and travel back, back to pleasant scenes.
Dancing under street lamps glow, looking in your eyes,
Those beautiful eyes that loved me so.
Where did those eyes go?
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August 6, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Dead Wishes
Sunsets pulled apart reviling everlasting dark.
Quiet dreams of present scenes,
While lonely people sleep.
Waiting is all that's ever done,
Ticking away our lives.
Waiting for times that seldom come,
Now its time, to open up your eyes.
Take-in this deep blue sky,
Pull down the clouds to see the stars.
Watch the wishes that go un-granted,
Dancing in this darkness of ours.
The streets below are quiet and dead,
The pavement rushes to my feet.
I fall back down to where I belong,
Walking this quite, nighttime street.
Turn your gaze to the ground,
Away from the sky where wishes are dead.
Walking this land of time,
With no direction, no cares, no regret.
But wishing is all there ever was,
Because time is ever slipping.
And if you turn your gaze to the ground,
Happyness is what you'll be missing.
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August 2, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Crushed
It was as I stood before her door,
My crushed heart felt to weep.
As Pulled from my hands was the very time,
My soul did wish to keep.
So I know this is my bed,
Asleep the streets of tears and regrets.
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July 10, 2005
Christopher Scott Munoz
Falling Skies
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