The Ghoulish Vaults

Is this a problem? Forms bend, with all the windGates lie still: hide around cornersAnd foul beings, smell, dead, they put unseen safe engineers Newport.Here, looks of doom--fill anonymous rooms,Where mysterious manuscripts--:Dare, to inform the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, strange items I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black publications, rocks, legends and frowns.Along side its journey, crawls, only shadows--In ominous shapes: to not be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, way down....Haunted 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 published a book recently, or last year or so, called 'The Macabre Poems,' it absolutely was his 27th book [now he has 31, which his new book being released, 'Peruvian Poems,' next month]; and his 4th book in poetry. And his deepest book in this type. Matter-of-fact, he followed the road of such poets--in producing this book--such poets as: Clark A. Johnson, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his preferred, George Sterling; in this he concentrated on the more further array 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're dealing with, you surely got to take a muster-seed of faith with you to the sets 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 isn't the way to truth and fact. Hence, this can be a poetry that never managed to get into his book.