The Ghoulish Containers

Is this a pain? Patterns flex, together with the windGates rest still: hide around cornersAnd horrible beings, odor, dead, they lay unseen.Here, sounds of doom--fill mysterious rooms,Where mystical manuscripts--:Dare, to inform the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, strange items I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black books, stones, stories and frowns.Along area its course, crawls, only shadows--In threatening shapes: to not be determined,In these isolation vaults, down, approach down....Haunted by gigantic nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, wistful, I say forever, screaming! safe engineer Swansea...Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk published a book recently, or last year or so, 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 composition. And his biggest book in this style. Matter-of-fact, he followed the trail of such poets--in developing this book--such poets as: Clark A. Jones, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his preferred, George Sterling; in this he centered on the more deeper selection of adjectives for explanation, as he calls it; and made a record on the book, and in public places 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 won't get you home.' Composition, as Dennis says: can be many things to many people, and questioning the invisible world isn't the best way to truth and reality. Therefore, this is a poem that never managed to get into his book.