Two poems and a review for Halo Hell Mad City

Two poems and a review for Halo Hell Mad City "New Orleans, Mad City of New Orleans, are crazy for cityWhat cents? I see the strings on your keepHave to open the door of the sheep? Absolutely! And the souls of many! New Orleans, it was crazy cityWhat invite thieves? An elderly woman, is her youth, torches shoot tonight? Now the shadows: the shadows come? Absolutely! And the souls of many! New Orleans, not crazy cityWith blood in the face! Anyone who has worked for gold and fame, the blood thinner pen He only slavery free: Absolutely! In the souls of many! # 844 by 9/10/05Note [short]:? Perhaps New Orleans will survive in their fight for an increase of iron in the waters of the tyrant storm. When the future of the city south of the world believes that this support for women and children to live in once again it is to them and the pride and integrity, and tolerance of this nation ready (black and white similar) to get help and stop trying to push through the crowd, doing what needs to be done, right! Or maybe it's just too late. HellThe a halo of vampire bats, orange wide-eyed and cold: Outside of his crypt In the twilight, which is to collect The poison in the blood and marrow of his bones; Bring back to Hell at night for the River Ade Then, just for the springs, the smell of the horde of demons A halo and the bridegroom! Nothing for the witch or goblin And the vampire? The vacation of your crypt !...# 845 9/2005Poet, Dennis Siluk writes, and lives in Peru, and Minnesota can see his books all over the world on the Inteet Book