Anthony Cavuoti

Anthony Cavuoti Poems

241. We Have A Tendency To Ridicule And Attack One Another Harshly On The Deepest Levels 11/7/2012
242. We Have Powers, Abilities, Gifts That Only We Know Of, 8/26/2013
243. We Promised The Light, 4/21/2013
244. What Did You Come Here To See 5/14/2013
245. What Good Is Freedom 11/19/2012
246. What Is It That We Experience 8/17/2011
247. What Privet And Tender Moments 10/19/2012
248. When I Was A Child A Bully Would Challenge Me 10/21/2012
249. When Jesus Went To Jerusalem 5/15/2013
250. When We Love Sincerely, Generously And Deeply We Recreate Creation Again, 1/2/2013
251. When We Where Younger We Had So Much Priceless Wisdom 10/13/2012
252. When You Fee 12/8/2012
253. When You Love 5/27/2013
254. Without Love We Die 9/20/2015
255. Xena 8/7/2015
256. Yes, There Are Two Gods 8/18/2011
257. Yet Do Not Know 7/19/2013
258. You Are Enough 11/11/2015
259. You Are Not Letting Them Die, They Killed Them Selves. 5/27/2013
260. You Are Perfect Just As You 10/27/2015
261. You But Not The Real You 7/5/2014
262. You Have To See 7/16/2012
263. You Learn From Strange. 8/21/2015
264. You Love So Much More Alive 11/27/2012
265. You Self-Righteous Fools That Beat, That Neglect Your Children And Hit Them And Think It Is All Right 12/30/2012
266. Your Are A Marked Person 10/25/2012
267. Your Conscious Intent 9/3/2012
268. Your Real Feelings, Your Depths Have An Intelligence Far Beyond Any Cognations 10/22/2012
269. You're All Right. -new- 11/20/2015
Best Poem of Anthony Cavuoti

Narcissism Is The New Normal.

Narcissism is the new normal. It is Now considered a sign of strength, of virtue

Like in Roman times, generosity is considered a pathology, A weakness.

If you do not Comment then this applies to you! ! ! ! !

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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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