This piece reminds me a little of the fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast. It is reminiscent of how the towns people reacted to the beast, and their prejudice. It just goes to show how ignorance and a lack of understandin can go a long way. Thanks for the read.

always, Cat (& eddy)

I remember as a kid staying up to watch the horror movies on late night television
We had only the old black and white sets as my mom and dad both worked
and poured money into property they owned Vehicles etc We would venture
far into the night till Twelve..TWELVE I SAY!!! and vincent price would be there
for the hell house or something like that and then frankenstein
many a sleepless week and yet we always came back for more

Fire was used to purify still is a tool in many secret socieites
all the witch burning and torched up humans in the Inquisition
Well you know they had no television and all that planting and
reaping ..had to have some excitement

even recent Nato burned up the korans they were saying
from prisoners..World keeps on turning and man keeps on
burning the feared..the unknown..

A great poem Joe..coming home from work the library
dishs still to do this is a keen work!

so short and beautiful a story in verse.

" Neither man, nor beast.
Not of Nature yet by nature
a child of God
a creature somewhere
in between "

nice. respectfully yours.

WonderGolly :)

we called Italians wogs
we called aboriginals coons
and many other derogatory names.
We never burned them, but it must have seared their souls, I still feel deep shame.

Your poem is a deep attack of humanities inhumanity. I applaude it.

And I am so impressed that you are writing outside your general genre.

What did it? What caused you to write beyond your death poems? I am so curious. And am so glad to enjoy reading your poetry again.

I can look at people Mix with people
be enthralled at structure and people
(I do portraits too)
and like poetry find in all of this
my technique for approaching
in an intuitive manner that just
jumps past the struggle for
interpretation I once too misread
so much about people myself
and poetry for a time but I just
kept at it in the most flexible
way I could knowing if i kept
trying to understand crashing
away frustrated nothing would
come of this No result of
seeing.. no INTERCHANGE
with poet or traveller... And
I am far from being an island
I love and value the human
creative intellect and thus
have refined myself with self
teachings and from listening
to others views.. All this
without wasting my time trying
to tell them what to do
That would be like being a
strict dad or mom
so many people caught up
in their stinky past like this

Its so refreshing Joe to met
another man of the arts and life
like you Im a rennasaince
man myself Ive been called
looking for results and giving
towards letting go of my way
once rather simple views
of how I thought the world
should operate To my
new status Traveller Poet
Artist Elder (now)
the anger is going for me
replaced by patience and
a paternal proper need to
listen There is so many
gems of treasure by this
approach

I can say in my travels
and meetings with great
alpha peoples
out there that Its always
a pleasure Joe to read
your works and comments

Thank You

I rumble with my walking stick!!
ha ha ha

Thanks Joe