Anthony Cavuoti

Anthony Cavuoti Poems

1. 1992 8/10/2011
2. A Bridge Of Ignorant 6/2/2013
3. A Collative Distortion Gone Mad, 5/26/2013
4. A Lot Of The Times 2/25/2013
5. Albert Einstein 9/5/2012
6. All Heroes For The Past 100 Years Are False Adds 5/15/2013
7. As You See 8/9/2011
8. Attachment 9/2/2012
9. Awe Of Life 10/28/2012
10. Be Prepared To Be Slandered, Pathologized, 2/1/2014
11. Be The World, The Life That You Want To Die To, To Be Born Into, 1/30/2013
12. Be With Them 12/20/2013
13. Beauty Of Darkness 7/8/2012
14. Being Dyslexic 6/4/2013
15. Beyond 7/13/2014
16. Brighter, Deeper, And More Alive. 11/4/2012
17. By Reflecting Back 10/25/2012
18. Called To Awake 12/2/2012
19. Ceate A Spirit 10/15/2011
20. Changing View Of The Light 8/11/2011
21. Child Room 10/25/2012
22. Children 10/16/2011
23. Cover The Truth Up And Protect The Abusers, 2/13/2013
24. Deal With Its Force 6/2/2013
25. Death 10/20/2012
26. Deep Levels 10/23/2012
27. Desire 9/2/2012
28. Discontinuous Existence 8/9/2011
29. Do Not Wait 5/15/2013
30. Do You Rise To Or Do You Sink To 11/18/2012
31. Dyslexics Are 4g 8/8/2012
32. Each Of Us 8/9/2012
33. Each Of Us Is 9/23/2012
34. Each Time Is The Same Yet Different 4/16/2013
35. Essence 9/2/2012
36. Eternity And Tomorrow 5/16/2012
37. Even If 8/19/2012
38. Every Time We Love Deeply 10/14/2012
39. Every Time We Love Sincerely 8/10/2011
40. Everyone Has Deep Issues 9/1/2012
Best Poem of Anthony Cavuoti

My God, My God, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me

My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me, we all have such moments, all seems hopeless. There is nothing, still we go on, we find a way. If we have done works of the soul, if we have moments before the cross where we where true to our core, those muster seeds will carry our depths, our soul, our life to a new life here or to new lands, to new hope, to more noble fulfilling desires to better more refined worlds to come.

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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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