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| - | Is this a nightmare? | + | Is this a nightmare? Forms bend, together with the windGates rest still: reside around cornersAnd bad beings, odor, dead, they put unseen.Here, looks of doom--fill nameless rooms,Where strange manuscripts--:Dare, to inform the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, odd points I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black publications, stones, tales and frowns.<br /><br />Alongside its path, crawls, only shadows--In ominous shapes: to not be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, way downHaunted by monstrous nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, dreamy, I say forever, screaming!.<br /><br />Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] 821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk wrote a book recently, or this past year or so, called 'The Macabre Poems,' it was his 27th book [now he has 31, which his new book developing, 'Peruvian Poems,' next month]; and his 4th book in composition [http://safe-cracker.com/safe-vault-engineers-Gloucester safe opening Gloucester]. And his biggest guide in this genre. Matter-of-fact, he followed the path of such poets--in making this book--such poets as: Clark A. Johnson, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his favored, George Sterling; in this he centered on the more deeper assortment of adjectives for description, as he calls it; and made a record on the book, and in public places when the book came out, saying: 'If you want to know who you are dealing with, you got to have a muster-seed of religion with you to the sets of hell; playing it safe won't get you home.' Composition, as Dennis says: could be many points to many individuals, and denying the invisible world is not the way to truth and reality. Hence, this can be a poem that never managed to get into his book. |
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Is this a nightmare? Forms bend, together with the windGates rest still: reside around cornersAnd bad beings, odor, dead, they put unseen.Here, looks of doom--fill nameless rooms,Where strange manuscripts--:Dare, to inform the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, odd points I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black publications, stones, tales and frowns.<br /><br />Alongside its path, crawls, only shadows--In ominous shapes: to not be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, way downHaunted by monstrous nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, dreamy, I say forever, screaming!.<br /><br />Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] 821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk wrote a book recently, or this past year or so, called 'The Macabre Poems,' it was his 27th book [now he has 31, which his new book developing, 'Peruvian Poems,' next month]; and his 4th book in composition safe opening Gloucester. And his biggest guide in this genre. Matter-of-fact, he followed the path of such poets--in making this book--such poets as: Clark A. Johnson, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his favored, George Sterling; in this he centered on the more deeper assortment of adjectives for description, as he calls it; and made a record on the book, and in public places when the book came out, saying: 'If you want to know who you are dealing with, you got to have a muster-seed of religion with you to the sets of hell; playing it safe won't get you home.' Composition, as Dennis says: could be many points to many individuals, and denying the invisible world is not the way to truth and reality. Hence, this can be a poem that never managed to get into his book.
