Anthony Cavuoti


Anthony Cavuoti Poems

1. Once More 8/9/2011
2. As You See 8/9/2011
3. Every Time We Love Sincerely 8/10/2011
4. 1992 8/10/2011
5. Unexpected Encounter 8/10/2011
6. There Are Demons That Torment All Of Us 8/10/2011
7. Discontinuous Existence 8/9/2011
8. Changing View Of The Light 8/11/2011
9. On The Service 8/13/2011
10. What Is It That We Experience 8/17/2011
11. The Force Of My Depth 10/26/2011
12. Fed Up With The Attitude Of A System Of Indifference 10/29/2011
13. Phoenix 1/31/2012
14. Tthe Abusive Ways People Express Their Sexuality 3/4/2012
15. Sometimes I Just Want To Be 4/14/2012
16. Sublime Mind 4/14/2012
17. Life Felt Me 4/14/2012
18. Hate It When 4/14/2012
19. Eternity And Tomorrow 5/16/2012
20. Mistake Familiar For Normal 6/23/2012
21. Sometimes 6/23/2012
22. Beauty Of Darkness 7/8/2012
23. Lightening Is Quicker Than Thunder 7/12/2012
24. You Have To See 7/16/2012
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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