The following is a selection of works from Cadeau during the years of 2015 to 2020. All text and every photo on this page belong and are the intellectual property of Connor "Cadeau" Fyffe-White
The Sands of Time
Life sits so perfectly in the palm of our hand Yet the sands of time is our god
We ought to be careful, fragility is man. Fertility is a vertue of sod.
Be present in life- do what you can. For you can be stripped of it all.
The quickest transition is life to death. A third, a fifth, now nothing is left. You've got the right to be risky, Now finish your whiskey.
If I pass don't come with me, Remember he picked me, Come home come home Go back to from where you came
Birth and death are one in the same The give, the take The equivalent exchange
Liberty and emancipation of the mind, body and soul.
Fulfillment is given to us by trees that bear fruit so sweet you can't help but indulge. Each mouthful contains seeds that breed knowledge of what was previously unknown. Liberty and emancipation of the mind, body and soul.
My mind is what's mine, As I stand here with you. Together we can appreciate this beautiful view. The colours are so vibrant, And even if they're not, We appreciate the environment, Which houses what we've got.
To be continued...
Conscience vol. 1
Through ghostly incarnation, my message was delivered Latter acts of fervor, and superseded shiver "So much is your skin, not settled into flesh. Dismissal to your kin, the rest will be the best. The next is in the sin, Lists flow like a river. After is the goodness, the list shall just get bigger. Take haste in life my son, for you must reach the crest A wasted life is done, and you must teach the rest."
I fall back on the ground, the woods, an echo chamber. The ghostly incarnation, proceeds to divide with no remainder. Thoughts of love untold, bloody tears spilled to stain her. Thoughts Emotion neglected, emotions eclectic Devotion rejected,
I quickly arise to my feet Apprehensive to address defeat Who is this? One who tells my deets To the most terrifying beat Listen, for I am the one who speaks Be present, for you may not live to see next week I tell you this because I care. I tell you this because I'm scared. I tell you this, because I am you And I can't bare to see us live In fear. We're one. Not two. You are me, And I am you.
I can't believe it, This can't be true! Why are you here? I've got nothing to prove. Everybody dies, and you should too.
Roots
This tree canopy. Monkey bars and Jungle gyms keep us bound to our long-distant cousins. They force us to connect with the magic that is the canopy. - It's therapy, listening to the birds that commune in the trees that tell hundred-year stories. \\
Early Autumn
Under the birch perched a chickadee So blissfully emulating my dreams And it seems As quick as it is to say that It flew away from where it sat
Under the oak, a squirrel poked its head Onto a bed of leaves it hopped, it ran, it sped
The green of the leaf has never been in such conflict With the brown of the branch
Gone like the Wind
The poppies blow in my meadow
Come with me, Escape the ghetto Run away from the people telling you not to grow
We can sip coffee on a bed of flowers Give me four sugars to tame the sour You never need to worry We have all the power
In my meadow there is never an hour when you have to go.