I wrote this poem awhile ago. After I drew a picture of a cat goddess. I thought it would be intresting if I could make a poem by looking at a picture.

Three weeks before the American Revolution, underworld was created as a disposal area for failed genetic experiments, which the American forefathers thought all died. Unknown to them, they thrived.

To worship the Roman gods, then the construction of this temple to Hadrian.

For those who thirst for knowledge.

A creative writing assingment. All fictional.

Wrote this piece last October 2001. Enjoy!

There were heads all around…

Daisy was my Mona Lisa who lived like an image of perfection amidst cool winds and sunny days in her sea of hope.

Your life followed such a troubled track.

Part of my fantasy novel.