CROWN OF THORNS: explanation of ON BUTTERFLY WINGS

Crown of Thorns

I had many stories to tell
Thoughts rushing through my mind
Images and visions
All put into rhyme
Sharing myself with others
Of a kind
Waiting for Godot
To answer my call
Hungry to know
The wherefore and why
But then
I began to fall
Into silent disillusion

 A crown of thorns
This “poetry” of mine
Relentless self crucifixion
Bleeding
What you call
The Soul
Staring into nothingness
And
Seeing nothing

 I leave behind
For you to hear
From time to time
Echoes of a voice
Once clear and strong
Fading into the silence
Of memory
Where it now belongs

Addio a tutti...
Longo-Geremia



   

   Ecclesiastes 3 (King James Version)

Ecclesiastes 3

1To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;