Cesar Cantu Poet I do not know?

Softly Spoken Magic Spell

Amorphous face fold
Half a diamond bowl
Spoon of flight
Peace for thought

Collectible platforms
Metaphase approach
Fractioned subjective slides
Schizophrenic mathematical
Blanks

Polyphonic bubble meal
Psychedelic breakfast blue
Like orbital vertex cubes
Cotton-stone vocal quake
Delighted taste

[Yummy yummy…]


NOTE: I highly recomend this poem to be read outloud with an excelent (and even excesive)
articulation of every sound. Enjoy =)

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P P December 1, 2009 at 11:04 PM Good Pen,All Things Alike.

Sara Kendrick November 20, 2009 at 10:16 AM Interesting thoughts that have been typed here today. Keep the creative thoughts flowing. Sara

Gert W. Knop October 30, 2009 at 1:38 PM Great thoughts and words, Cesar! And thank you for all your commets!...Keep writing!...Gert

Jay Loveless October 16, 2009 at 9:48 AM 0.0 amazing man. gotta read some of your art trippin xD ....speakin of which i really wish i had one to light right now lol nice work though. and thanks for the comments

Doris Culverhouse October 15, 2009 at 4:30 PM keep going, nice words here, are you talking about drugs on a sugar cube?

Donna Golden October 8, 2009 at 10:30 PM Very intriguing and interesting piece, Cesar! I'm going to have to read this again in the morning, then, I might be able to discern its meaning. But, for now, I'm so sleepy, this looks like word salad! ;o) Hugs, Donna

P Sheart October 4, 2009 at 3:56 PM Hi Cesar I read several different meaning in this one. Love the second to last line. A outstanding write. Truly enjoyed. Look forward to reading more of your amazing poetry. Thanks for sharing. Take care Love Light Truth Patricia

Carolyn Devonshire October 4, 2009 at 12:43 PM A very intelligent write, Cesar. If our breadbasket falls empty and life forms are destroyed, a "psychedelic breakfast blue" might be our best hope for furvival. This can certainly be taken on two levels -- brilliant writing! It goes to my faves. Love, carolyn