The Ghoulish Containers

Is this a nightmare? Shapes flex, with the windGates rest still: hide around cornersAnd nasty beings, smell, dead, they lay unseen.Here, sounds of doom--fill anonymous rooms,Where strange manuscripts--:Dare, to inform the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, odd points I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black books, stones, figures and frowns.Along side its way, crawls, only shadows--In ominous shapes: never to be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, approach down....Haunted by huge 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 recently, or last year or so, named "The Macabre Poems," it had been his 27th book [now he has 31, which his new book being released, "Peruvian Poems," next month]; and his 4th book in poetry safe repairs Bridgend. And his darkest guide in this genre. Matter-of-fact, he followed the road of such poets--in producing this book--such poets as: Clark A. Johnson, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his desired, George Sterling; in doing so he focused on the more deeper selection 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 working with, you got to have a muster-seed of faith with you to the pits of hell; playing it safe won't get you home." Poetry, as Dennis says: may be many things to many people, and questioning the unseen world isn't the way to truth and truth. Therefore, this is it that never was never made by a poem into his book.