Is this a problem? Patterns fold, with the windGates rest still: reside around cornersAnd foul creatures, scent, dead, they lay unseen.Here, sounds of doom–fill mysterious rooms,Where mysterious 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, stories and frowns.Along area its way, crawls, only shadows–In threatening shapes: to not be determined,In these isolation vaults, down, approach down….Haunted by massive nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, peaceful, I say forever, screaming!…Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk wrote a recently, or a year ago or so, called “The Macabre Poems,” it absolutely was 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 biggest book in this genre. Matter-of-fact, he followed the road 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 this he centered on the more greater array of adjectives for information, as he calls it; and made a record on the book, and in public when the book arrived, saying: “If you need to know who you’re dealing with, you got to have a muster-seed of religion with you to the leaves of hell; playing it safe won’t get you home.” Composition, as Dennis says: may be many things to many people, and questioning the invisible world is not the best way to truth and fact. Therefore, this is it that never was never made by a poem into his book.
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