The Ghoulish Vaults

De BISAWiki

Is this a problem? Forms bend, with the windGates lie still: hide around cornersAnd horrible 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, odd things I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black publications, rocks, legends and frowns.Along side its route, crawls, only shadows--In ominous shapes: not to be determined,In these isolation vaults, down, approach down.. safe engineers Cheltenham..Haunted by huge nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, peaceful, I say forever, screaming!...Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk published a recently, or this past year or therefore, called "The Macabre Poems," it was his 27th book [now he's 31, which his new book developing, "Peruvian Poems," next month]; and his 4th book in composition. And his darkest guide in this variety. Matter-of-fact, he followed the path of such poets--in creating this book--such poets as: Clark A. Johnson, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his desired, George Sterling; in doing this he concentrated on the more deeper collection of adjectives for information, as he calls it; and made a declaration on the book, and in public when the book came out, saying: "If you want to know who you are dealing with, you got to take a muster-seed of faith with you to the sets of hell; playing it safe won't get you home." Poetry, as Dennis says: may be many points to many people, and denying the unseen world is not the way to truth and fact. Ergo, this is a poem that never managed to get into his book.