The Ghoulish Containers

Is this a nightmare? Designs fold, using the windGates rest still: lurk around cornersAnd bad beings, smell, dead, they put unseen.Here, sounds of doom--fill nameless rooms,Where strange manuscripts--:Dare, to inform the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, odd things I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black publications, rocks, figures and frowns Talbot safe opening Port Talbot.Along side its course, crawls, only shadows--In threatening shapes: never to be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, way down....Haunted by huge nightmaresOne lives by these monolith un-bridled spiritsDrossy, dreamy, I say forever, screaming!...Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk wrote a book recently, or a year ago or therefore, named '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 poetry. And his deepest guide in this variety. Matter-of-fact, he followed the trail of such poets--in producing this book--such poets as: Clark A. Smith, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his desired, George Sterling; in doing so he centered on the more further array of adjectives for explanation, as he calls it; and made a declaration on the book, and in public areas when the book arrived, 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 won't get you home.' Composition, as Dennis says: may be many points to many people, and denying the invisible world is not the way to truth and truth. Therefore, this is a poem that never managed to get into his book.