I look for answers but only find questions.

I look for gratitude in self,

But sometimes find ignorant expressions.

It’s so sickening to me,

Of the possibility of who I could be.

I peacefully fight for positivity.

This devilish divide in me,

Multiplies my pinnacle plea.

What an excruciating place to be.

And I know I’m not the only me.

Ten mattresses down I feel the pea,

Even all the way to 6 feet beneath the trees.

Death is wet.

Life is fire.

I grow young and tire.

I regress yet still aspire.

I feel old and lose desire.

I melt and cease to inspire.

But then the cardinal directions and sacred seasons,

Dance around my faulty logic and reasons.

Decade by decade,

Century by century,

Millennium by millennium.

What a mess I am in.

What a masterpiece I must pin,

To a board when I’m most bored.

Can I just cut off my ear and be queer to these damning thoughts I hear?

Or can I fake it until I paint it?

Sell it until I make it to heaven’s forsaken consummation?

The ultimate concentration of the holy mind’s consecration.

It’s so overly obvious, it’s ballistically blatant.

I just hope I can have that prestigious patience,

While I wait for myself to finally make it.

Oh wait, I already did that with today’s cosmic cadence.

-Christopher Andrés Núñez

A Bouquet of Thoughts

When ancient seeds come back to life, we are smitten in the sight of all that is good and pure to the self. We enable the best in our hearts and we sing to a mountain of personal divinity. We can melt into a plethora of undeniable layers of energy in which we find our ultimate way of expression.

The wisest of humans quietly yell from the ceiling of their soul. The realest of humans do the task with the loudest of intentions. If we are the descendent of ancient seeds, then what lies in us that is dormant and ready to explosively blossom into the perfect arrangement of thy blooming selves?

Flowers are like seeing into the reflective collective via personalized patterns of pedals and chaotic coded colors. All the answers are there and hinting like a flash of dancing dandelions. The organic layout of blooming bulbs in a fresh spring field are deliciously decadent.

These are all versions of ourselves in simple fashions but in complicated reactions. We sprout, we grow, we feel, and we know. We fall, we hit, we disintegrate, we cease to exist.

The simple yet succulent math we succumb to as creatures of fractals and algorithms is comforting like a matrix of rain drops showering on our bodies.

She loves we, she loves we not,
he loves we, he loves we not,
they love we, they love we not.
I love we, I love we lots.

Here’s a bouquet of thoughts.

-Christopher Andrés Núñez


I see faces and they’re laced with pain.
I see faces in the sacred and profane.

I see faces in the face of me.
All of the the beautiful faces are facing me.

I can breathe with the thoughts that I have faithfully.
Supported by the rest of me that I’m faced to be.

Hope in destiny with a creative plea.
Everything is a lesson from Blessings University.

We have the ability to feel the universe universally.
Understanding human empathy both physically and mentally.

Rest in peace to the old ways to be.
Because we are of an unseen masterpiece.


Synesthetic Aesthetic

When I taste the color blue,
I feel more like I do.
When I hear the color green,
I think more like me.
But when I smell the color purple
I become the dream I want to be.


Paradigm Shift

Pieces of painful pixels fly by with a swipe,
Fluttering in the eyes by flashes of light.
Helpless like the ones damaged by greedy wealth,
We are drowning in a well of self inflicted hell.

Where is our hope?
When is the heaven?
What makes the difference?
And who can save our children?

Is it conservative Christians?
Is it green washing corporations?
Is it the fake-to-speak politicians?
Or is it the common men and women?

I don’t have the answers,
But I certainly have the questions.
There are complicated solutions,
To the problems of all nations.

Time is the essence,
And the hard-to-learn lessons.
Universal missions,
Are like rotting flesh of chickens.

Are there a right amount of emotions,
Stirred up and cooked up like potions,
To make change effective,
For the whole of the human conscious collective?

I taste what I see.
I smell how we bleed.
I cry on a seed.
And we dive into the despairing seas.

War torn screams and the damaged pleas,
Ring like church bells from a Medieval scene.
Dreams to me are like seeing the unseen.
It’s a part of the story that has no category.

It can’t be organized,
Until the wise realize,
It’s time for all of us to die,
To the old way of life…

-Christopher Andrés Núñez

Respect the Reflect

One lap around the sun felt like ten trillion eons of existing. Time couldn’t be more relative in the sense that consciousness feels incredibly fleeting. Most of the time I feel like I’m floating through the cosmos at rates that fluctuate like the weather itself. When I move my body I feel life in ways that I could never perceive in my wildest imagination. I close my eyes and I can focus on all the colors, shapes, and algorithms within the grand universe. The rhythm of it all comes to life right before my mind. I hear the tangible tastes of tribulations. I smell the iridescent sounds of the earth. I am its life force reverberating all around me.

I’ve spent one year here in New York City, the heart of the known multiverse, and I have experienced so much. Every second that I have been blessed to be here allows for me to be extremely grateful. I’m very lucky to even be able to have a sliver of chance to see the stunning insanity that is this vibrant place. One year I’ve spent working and wandering the bustling boroughs in search of nothing but something at the same time. The more I reflect the more I am coming to a standstill of uncultured thought in my mind and inversely flourishing with peaceful stillness of sophistication instead. The utter balance of being everywhere but really nowhere in the city is enlightening. I love letting it all come rushing to my senses as I feel the millions of bodies and hearts pumping and moving around me. Some days it seems like a perfectly streamline symphony of sacredness and other days it’s a cacophony of chaos and suffering. That’s life. Let that sink in. Truly take the time to become aware of your surroundings. Dive into the flow of energy. Bask in the stream of gorgeous consciousness that you have in your soul.

One year is a blip on a map, a flash in a frying pan, a twinkle in an eye. Time is only guaranteed to the brave, brash, and bold. However, it’s okay to let life go slow and let yourself be sad and cold. I find strength in my weakness and fear. I find purpose in solving problems. It is this line of thought that has ushered in a whole new way of understanding life for me. I inherently feel desired. I always feel valued, no matter what and no matter who is paying attention to what I’m brewing and doing. I feel like I’m in grounded in the sense of who I am. Now that I’m rooted into the cracks of concrete of NYC, I’m here to breathe a new sense of biophillic love and spiritual understanding back into the urban fabric of America’s most beloved city. So many are hurting here, including myself, but that leaves us room to heal. Either individually or together as a community.

I’m here to capture the color, write the story, and share the history that is unfolding constantly around us. I inspire by action. I forgive as I was at fault. Time is so unpredictable and expensive that we can’t afford to lose a penny of thought to things that don’t liberate and alleviate the human condition. Went only owe it up to ourselves, but we owe it to the very thing that allowed us to be here. What ever that is defined as in your mind and heart, is truly your business and yours alone to cherish. However, it is universal and infinite, and that demands a hefty respect along with that.

The vision can never die, no matter how many pass, no matter how much loss we sustain, or no matter what temporarily gets in the way of the inevitable forward progression of time. I conserve resource and action as a highly skilled martial artist would in a fight. I am connected to the hive of networks that surround and weave into every fiber of reality. I am aware and present. Like the seeds and the trees before me, I am unfurling with life, teaming with curiosity, and ready for anything that gets thrown my way. One love and namaste.

-Christopher Andres Nunez

There’s a First for a Everything

Sleepy and worn,
Tired, tattered, and scorned,
Half the world watches,
As it all lights up and burns.

Some sit here and feel bad for the white,
When we need the black just as much as the days with the nights.

What’s wrong to read,
Are the opinions that bleed,
All over our phones and TV screens.
Comprehend for yourself,
Reach out past the bonds of self wealth,
And look past your bounds of self help.

Sure war is brutal and bad,
But it’s all we’ve known and had,
Sense the ability to seek back,
To do something a little more profound than the last.

-Christopher Andrés Núñez


Humanity sleeps as only some of us weep.
The collective sees all the hurt and the need.
Like a weed we pluck out what doesn’t work.
Our biophillic desires will never rot like old tires.
I do not tire of the new intellectual spires,
Of glory masts and incomplete pasts.
Excavating and waiting for the dirty truth.
But with every cycle of the moon,
We draw closer to doom.

Cracked glass in my teeth.
Bitter sweet garbage taste in the streets.
There is a symbiotic drive to survive.
Strangled by the very vines that keep us alive.
If nature is sacred and humans are profane,
We own a one way ticket on a backwards train.
Urban crumbling blocks of thought.
The war front battle is always fought.
There is death, sadness, and the primal urge.
When will people and peace finally converge?

-Christopher Andrés Núñez

A Hint of Pink

I saw the most gorgeous sunrise today

It immediately eviscerated my pain

It some how brought me hope

It kinda made me cry

Tears filled my eyes

As they synchronized with the colors in the sky

Serendipitous symbiosis

An embellished celebration

A deep knowing yet unfelt

Leads to the next greatest creation generation