The Ghoulish Containers

Is this a pain? Designs flex, together with the windGates lie still: hide around cornersAnd nasty creatures, odor, dead, they lay unseen.Here, looks of doom--fill anonymous rooms,Where mystical manuscripts--:Dare, to inform the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, strange things I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black books, stones, figures and frowns.Along part its course, crawls, only shadows--In ominous shapes: never to be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, approach down....Haunted by monstrous nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, wistful, I say permanently, screaming!...Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk published a book recently, or a year ago or therefore, named 'The Macabre Poems,' it absolutely was his 27th book [now he has 31, which his new book being released, 'Peruvian Poems,' next month]; and his 4th book in poetry. And his biggest guide in this variety. Matter-of-fact, he followed the path of such poets--in developing this book--such poets as: Clark A. Johnson, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his popular, George Sterling; in doing this he concentrated on the more further array of adjectives for description, as he calls it; and made a declaration on the book, and in public places when the book came out, saying: 'If you want to know who you are working with, you surely got to take a muster-seed of faith with you to the sets of hell; playing it safe will not get you home.' Poetry, as Dennis says: could be many things to many people, and denying the invisible world isn't the best way to truth and reality. Ergo, this is a poem that never made it into his book safe opening Newport.