The Ghoulish Containers

Is this a nightmare? Styles flex, together with the windGates rest still: reside around cornersAnd horrible beings, odor, dead, they put unseen.Here, looks of doom--fill nameless rooms,Where mystical manuscripts--:Dare, to tell the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, odd things I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black books, rocks, stories and frowns.Along part its path, crawls, only shadows--In threatening shapes: not to be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, approach down....Haunted by huge nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, dreamy, I say permanently, screaming!...Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk wrote a recently, or this past year or so, called "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. And his biggest book in this type. Matter-of-fact, he followed the path of such poets--in developing this book--such poets as: Clark A safe moving Swansea. Johnson, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his popular, George Sterling; in doing so he focused on the more further collection of adjectives for description, as he calls it; and made a statement on the book, and in public when the book arrived, saying: "If you want to know who you are working with, you got to take a muster-seed of faith 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 questioning the invisible world is not the best way to truth and reality. Ergo, this is a poem that never made it into his book.