The Ghoulish Containers

Is this a pain? Styles fold, with the windGates rest still: reside around cornersAnd nasty beings, scent, dead, they lay unseen.Here, sounds of doom--fill mysterious rooms,Where mysterious manuscripts--:Dare, to tell the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, odd items I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black books, stones, stories and frowns.Along area its way, crawls, only shadows--In threatening shapes: not to be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, approach down....Haunted by massive nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, dreamy, I say forever, screaming!...Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk published a recently, or this past year or therefore, called "The Macabre Poems," it absolutely was his 27th book [now he's 31, which his new book developing, "Peruvian Poems," next month]; and his 4th book in composition. And his deepest book in this type. Matter-of-fact, he followed the trail of such poets--in producing this book--such poets as: Clark A. Jones, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his preferred, George Sterling; in doing this he centered on the more deeper assortment of adjectives for information, as he calls it; and made a declaration on the book, and in public places when the book came out, saying: "If you need to know who you're dealing with, you got to take a muster-seed of religion with you to the pits of hell; playing it safe will not get you home." Composition, as Dennis says: may be many points to many people, and denying the unseen world isn't the way to truth and reality. Thus, this is it that never was never made by a poem into his book safe moving Aberystwyth.