Anthony Cavuoti

Anthony Cavuoti Poems

1. As You Go Through Life 10/17/2011
2. The Force Of My Depth 10/26/2011
3. Fed Up With The Attitude Of A System Of Indifference 10/29/2011
4. Phoenix 1/31/2012
5. Tthe Abusive Ways People Express Their Sexuality 3/4/2012
6. Sometimes I Just Want To Be 4/14/2012
7. Sublime Mind 4/14/2012
8. Life Felt Me 4/14/2012
9. Hate It When 4/14/2012
10. Eternity And Tomorrow 5/16/2012
11. Mistake Familiar For Normal 6/23/2012
12. Sometimes 6/23/2012
13. Beauty Of Darkness 7/8/2012
14. Lightening Is Quicker Than Thunder 7/12/2012
15. You Have To See 7/16/2012
16. Once More 8/9/2011
17. As You See 8/9/2011
18. Every Time We Love Sincerely 8/10/2011
19. Unexpected Encounter 8/10/2011
20. There Are Demons That Torment All Of Us 8/10/2011
21. Discontinuous Existence 8/9/2011
22. Changing View Of The Light 8/11/2011
23. On The Service 8/13/2011
24. What Is It That We Experience 8/17/2011
25. So Much 8/7/2012
26. Dyslexics Are 4g 8/8/2012
27. Each Of Us 8/9/2012
28. Good Dreams 8/15/2012
29. Even If 8/19/2012
30. Hits You Like A Kick In The 8/19/2012
31. My Father Has Been Dyeing On Me For Years Even Though He Is Healthy And Alive. 8/20/2012
32. Was A Place 8/20/2012
33. Universe Speaks To Us 8/20/2012
34. We Go From 8/21/2012
35. Invalidates All Validation 8/24/2012
36. Yes, There Are Two Gods 8/18/2011
37. One God Cares For You, The Other Is So Great He Could Careless 8/18/2011
38. Steve Jobs Being Adopted 10/8/2011
39. If You 8/25/2012
40. That Is A Harsh Gravity, 8/26/2012
Best Poem of Anthony Cavuoti

You But Not The Real You

We are more then ego;
It is you but not the real you.
Ego is b (be) to C, no where near I yet.

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Discontinuous Existence

We do not die, instead we live a discontinuous existence. This life here, my body, my thoughts, memories, feelings, what I am physically, once this is over it is over. Anything else is just an allusion. When we die it is over, nothing is going to recreate us, make us again. Restore us to what we are. It is over the end. No more. End of story. Final curtain. The dirt sleep. Or is it.

Could not resonances of this life carry over to our next life, be with us in the after life, in the life betwee

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