The Ghoulish Containers

Is this a nightmare? Patterns flex, with the windGates lie still: lurk around cornersAnd nasty be-ings, odor, dead, they lay unseen.Here, sounds of doom--fill unidentified rooms,Where strange manuscripts--:Dare, to inform the dead--what lies ahead.There amid several, unusual things I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black books, stones, tales and frowns.Along with its route, crawls, only shadows--In ominous shapes: never to be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, way downHaunted by monstrous nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, dreamy, I say forever, screaming!.Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk wrote a book lately, or last year or so, called 'The Macabre Poems,' it had been his 27th book [now he's 31, which his new book popping out, 'Peruvian Poems,' next month]; and his 4th book in composition. And his deepest book in this genre. Matter-of-fact, he used the trail of such poets--in making this book--such poets as: Clark A. Johnson, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of program his favored, George Sterling; in doing this he centered on the more deeper assortment of adjectives for description, 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 got to take a muster-seed of faith with you towards the leaves of hell; enjoying it secure will not get you home.' Poetry, as Dennis says: could be many things to many people, and denying the invisible world is not the way to truth and reality. Hence, this is a poem that never made it into his book.