Is this a nightmare? Shapes bend, with the wind
Gates lie still: lurk around corners
And foul beings, smell, dead, they lay unseen. Here, sounds of doom" ?fill nameless rooms,
Where mysterious manuscripts" ?:
Dare, to tell the dead" ?what lies ahead. There amid many, strange things I found:
Raving of madmen" ?curses and clowns" ?
Black books, stones, legends and frowns. Along side its path, crawls, only shadows" ?
In ominous shapes: not to be determined,
In these solitude vaults, down, way down.... Haunted by monstrous nightmares
One lives by these monolith unbridled spirits
Drossy, dreamy, I say forever, screaming!... Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821 Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk wrote a book recently, or a year ago or so, called "The Macabre Poems," ? it 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 deepest book in this genre. Matter-of-fact, he followed the path of such poets" ?in creating this book" ?such poets as: Clark A. Smith, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his favored, George Sterling; in doing so he centered on the more deeper assortment of adjectives for description, as he calls it; and made a statement on the book, and in public when the book came out, saying: "If you want to know who you're dealing with, you got to take a muster-seed of faith with you to the pits of hell; playing it safe will not get you home." ? Poetry, as Dennis says: can be many things to many people, and denying the invisible world is not the way to truth and reality. Thus, this is a poem that never made it into his book. |
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