The Ghoulish Containers

Is this a pain? Styles flex, with all the windGates rest still: lurk around cornersAnd foul creatures, odor, dead, they put unseen.Here, sounds of doom--fill mysterious 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 publications, stones, figures and frowns.Along part its path, crawls, only shadows--In threatening shapes: never to be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, way down....Haunted by gigantic nightmaresOne lives by these monolith un-bridled spiritsDrossy, wonderful, I say permanently, screaming!...Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk published a recently, or a year ago or therefore, called 'The Macabre Poems,' it had been his 27th book [now he has 31, which his new book coming out, 'Peruvian Poems,' next month]; and his 4th book in poetry. And his greatest book in this style. Matter-of-fact, he followed the road of such poets--in creating this book--such poets as: Clark A. Smith, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his desired, George Sterling; in this he concentrated on the more greater selection of adjectives for explanation, as he calls it; and made a record on the book, and in public areas when the book came out, saying: 'If you need to know who you are dealing with, you got to take a muster-seed of faith with you to the sets of hell; playing it safe will not get you home.' Composition, as Dennis says: may be many things to many people, and questioning the unseen world is not the way to truth and truth Talbot safe engineer Port Talbot. Ergo, this can be a poetry that never managed to get into his book.