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Jan. 5, 2005 The landscape is not quite the same the sky is just as blue, the sun as bright as blue and bright as other years— only the city now, is filled with tears. Once dancing feet and laughing—rang here; once tourists came, with wonder and wealth now, there are only gloomful nights and days, and doors that rattle from—dead waves…. Windows, frames, all broken—open wide; rooms, reeking from ghouls inside— as trampling feet, of many, wonder by; comes twilight, so many here have died. The streets, now made of weed-soaked sand, so many voices, heard weeping, like pests. Throughout the streets, sounds and sanities all waiting, for the return of laughter. ------------ About the author: Mr. Siluk is a world traveler, a lover of the mysteries around the world, and has visit many World Heritage Sites, his most recent being Easter Island, the Galapagos and Mesa Verde. His books can be seen on/at Barns and Noble.com, Amazon.com, Wal-Mart, Abe.com Alibis, Boarders and several other sites and book stores. Many of his books can be purchased through the English Bookdealers. He spends his time between Lima, Peru and St. Paul, Minnesota, and has just finished working on two new books: "The Macabre Poems,” and “Perhaps it’s Love,” and continues to work on "Curse of the Abyss Worm,” a suspenseful mystery, and “Cold Kindness,” a tragic love affair. Visit http://dennissiluk.tripod.com Email: dlsiluk@msn.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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