The Queen of Darken Dreams
Poetic Judy Emery

The dark unfathomed tide
That has fathomed my life;
Of an interminable pried
That blacken up my heart
That turned it into ice,
My life is only a mystery
Of many darken dreams;
I can still hear the ravens cry
Day and night
Always by my side
deep into the night where life
is full of fright;
it is a part of my early journey
where lies are always being told
while the creepy stories are
on the making of true hearts breaking,
where old dreams never made
a home of darkness;
where poets written down
what they loved;
where plays are making drama
that made visions come alive;
with wild crazy thoughts
moved the mind and hearts
to a place of the unknown,
where words are written
to a place of forbidden,
Where a place my own mind
made a written scene;
for others to play out in their own minds,
places in the mind is a journey of some kind,
where true imaginations are made,
where the spirit of me
hasn’t seen yet;
but I hold no regrets;
but at times I hold worthiness of my heart,
on dreamy eyes;
I do write what comes to my mind,
What my heart bleeds
For a world of mystery
To open their minds and read all about me
In darken dreams;
Poetic Judy Emery
The Queen of all darken dreams,
I let my inter visions of my spirit
Write out my misty scenes
for all to capture what it is I see or bleed,
My thought come with many plots;
to control the unknown;
where sleeping spell and rose dust
are being cast into a darken past;
yet; hunting down the brighter hopes in life
to come alive in my life;
There will always be the two dodo brides
In my stories;
You will hear many kinds of things
That will come into darken dreams;
Words of a thief to make the heart weep,
Where witches casting spell
Where only true love could take the spell off,
Where knights ride along the lines
Where queens are made in dreams,
In the sight of ancient time;
I care not about the evil enemies
Because they are a part of the story;
But my work of darken dreams
I do cherish because they are about me.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

The Queen of Darken Dreams
Poetic Judy Emery

The dark unfathomed tide
That has fathomed my life;
Of an interminable pried
That blacken up my heart
That turned it into ice,
My life is only a mystery
Of many darken dreams;
I can still hear the ravens cry
Day and night
Always by my side
deep into the night where life
is full of fright;
it is a part of my early journey
where lies are always being told
while the creepy stories are
on the making of true hearts breaking,
where old dreams never made
a home of darkness;
where poets written down
what they loved;
where plays are making drama
that made visions come alive;
with wild crazy thoughts
moved the mind and hearts
to a place of the unknown,
where words are written
to a place of forbidden,
Where a place my own mind
made a written scene;
for others to play out in their own minds,
places in the mind is a journey of some kind,
where true imaginations are made,
where the spirit of me
hasn’t seen yet;
but I hold no regrets;
but at times I hold worthiness of my heart,
on dreamy eyes;
I do write what comes to my mind,
What my heart bleeds
For a world of mystery
To open their minds and read all about me
In darken dreams;
Poetic Judy Emery
The Queen of all darken dreams,
I let my inter visions of my spirit
Write out my misty scenes
for all to capture what it is I see or bleed,
My thought come with many plots;
to control the unknown;
where sleeping spell and rose dust
are being cast into a darken past;
yet; hunting down the brighter hopes in life
to come alive in my life;
There will always be the two dodo brides
In my stories;
You will hear many kinds of things
That will come into darken dreams;
Words of a thief to make the heart weep,
Where witches casting spell
Where only true love could take the spell off,
Where knights ride along the lines
Where queens are made in dreams,
In the sight of ancient time;
I care not about the evil enemies
Because they are a part of the story;
But my work of darken dreams
I do cherish because they are about me.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Blood Stained Sand
I’ve seen many things in darken dreams
I’ve been sitting near the banks by the sea,
In the sky are many stars, shining from far
right down into my heart,
watching the world move along, while my own life
has somehow stopped,
while I witnessed so much things,
rocks are falling from mountains, rolling into the sea,
while the night reflects so many things,
I have seen in darken dreams,
I would see the light shine to a dimmer light
I would see laughter of pains,
dancing around in rain,
I know all of this isn’t real, but in dreams everything
feels like it is something that is real,
In my dreams, they began to catch fire into my mind,
My own tongue felt so dried, out into a desert of lies,
I had many conversions at time with myself,
thinking about what is my next move,
what are the things I will soon face,
In this darken dreams I never win either way,
But I refuse to ever give up,
my poor brain is working overtime,
seeing things that weltered in the heat of the weather,
of the pains in the desert,
where abuse is continued with no end,
I would see children of slaves slumbering in pain,
squeezing every drop of love, they could find,
everywhere you look,
are the sand that are stained in blood,
I feel so hollow and very ill,
My heart has pity for the loss,
they walk around on desert ground
with a heart of emptiness, there isn’t anything left,
the slaves are in dark person of lies,
while Dark Angel plays with their minds,
masking their face in disgrace with hate,
The days are very long,
but into the night are more cries,
slaves are always on the move,
walking around as if they are confused,
while I dreamed of these things, I felt so awake
while my body ached,
while I asked myself is this reality
that I am witnessing?
I have seen so many things,
I’ve vision things while I am awake,
I vision things even in darken dreams,
What does all this mean?
Oh, heartless ones, in solitary hours last way too long,
Into darken dreams I had lived different lives,
In ancient times playing around with my mind,
I would look around while love was never found,
Hate was poured out like rain,
Oh, how I feel the pain they gave,
My own security is still with me,
I’ve worn many different looks,
I hand many different styles
but in the long run they still look the same,
Others would call me their queen of darken dreams,
Tears would fall because they broke my heart,
I feel like no one will ever give me a chance to show them
The light of true love,
My startled soul, of long ago, I have been worn down
In a darken crowed, But I stand my stand,
while they fall to the ground,
up on dust they let their tears fall,
Thousand by thousands are lost, they don’t love God,
They are so unkind, with hate always in their mind,
Oh, how I can remember the sounds of cries
That Dark Angel made them bleed, they don’t know sleep,
They never know what direction to go,
Oh, how the sand is a blood stain sand,
Worry eyes that hold all times,
I hold the light in my eyes, to witness all things
This cold darken world brings,
I never known I would be placed in a darken state,
I have seen slaves pushing down more lies,
Stripping away the bright of day,
afraid they will always be,
they walk around in dark shadows of the night,
where Dark Angel will always cut them deep
he loves to see them all weep and bleed.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2003
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Fantasies in Darken Dreams

Every queen has her dreams
In places that no other could ever see,
But the queen that has her dreams,
That queen is me, where fantasies are made.
In a world of darken dreams where all I
Here are the screams, in a place where no one
could ever erase my face,
into the night my mind do fly,
to a place of true hate, Dark Angel made,
Ships do sail upon on the darkest seas
Where all my dreams will come true,
Where Dark Angel comes, alive another time
In my mind, right away he plays his mind games,
In darken dreams is the place where I will always be
With he who calls me his queen,
I will always remember that cold September
When Dark Angel had taken me down,
His voice will always be a part of me,
We became the fantasy to all who reads and dreams,
We are always playing in the minds of all times,
Like dreams that bleed out like the sea,
Oh, rushing wind comes again
To cry out its sad tunes,
Oh, exploring mind will play on time,
in this cold ancient world of doom,
Dark Angel will come for you too,
Where fantasy is made
until you lose all faith, then hell you will pay,
Love life don’t hide in darken dreams,
If you get lost Dark Angel will see,
He will break you down just to see you fall,
Into the rain of pain,
where screams come in darken dreams,
Your so will be very cold,
Your mind will be lost in a world of dark,
That will always eat away your spirit of day,
So never lose your faith,
Because this is a place
You’ll never want your dreams to come true.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

COLD SEPTEMBER

The banks are bear
the cold is in this September air
streams of pain are being cast
from an old beaten down past
The castle of darken dreams
Dark Angel holds the key
OH, he is so mean ,
Green grass by the wooden path
fair flowers among wild weeds
there are great depression along
that painful path of traps
that will overtake your souls ,
Dark Angel loves to play with  black magic
he cast his spells of darken
on all who sleeps
he gives the very bad dreams
to make your heart pound faster
your mind will race
the only thing you can do is scream ,
Your tears will fall
and the old red sea will flood
the old scallop leaves will fall
among darken dreams
into every inch of your mind
will play over time
you hold on to your soul
and pray to never let it go,
darkness is all around
and that will be all you can see
until Dark Angel takes his stand
and open the door
with is long key
of darken dreams
he will give wonders and worries
throughout your days
to make you lose your way
to lose your faith in love,
your life will become so gray
holding so much pains
love will turn into  hate
this is the life Dark Angel gave
to the heart strings of pain
of rain to flood out your tears  
no soul will ever be spared
the expressions up on all faces you
can see they are in darken places
you will never see the light of faith
in their darken eyes Oh, pale , pale lips
do cry out Dark Angel shouts
Come to me Moonlight and see
what it is I have done, Dark Angel has me
pleading for him to let the others go
I am crying with the sea
because his rage is out of hand
I'm afraid and very weak to even think,
When I try to explain what I was feeling
it didn't matter to him anyways
Oh, pale lips come to me and kiss the pains
of me your King ,
Dark Angel walks over to me
I am hearing bad things I hear things
I must not speak I must stay strong and meek
but this darken place makes battle
that no one can win ,
I am in way to deep I'm losing this fight
for my own rights Dark Angel kissed me
as if he is taken the life out of me
I feel I could no longer breath
He is given me the pains
of rain of yesterday’s memories
that will never go away September
will always be remember .

Poetic Judy Emery © 1986
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

I have seen many things in darken dreams
the cries of the young and old,
while Dark Angel stands bold,
in a world of pains of darkness
a place where life seems so cold,
I had uncapped my pen to write down
all my pains and shames, upon silk paper
in my own blood stain ink, for others to read
what it is my heart bleeds,
Oh, how the living landscape looks so beautiful,
While the waves push upon on the banks,
faraway into the woods the slaves are out
in the cornfields where their heads are bowed,
while Dark Angel walks about,
scattered souls of long ago,
into the clouds of weathering smoke
Oh, how my tears did flow,
I have seen many things in darken dreams,
How nature of man could make commands,
with ancient anger in his eyes,
Oh, how I gazed at the sky asking God why
in the silence of my mind,
where I stand in the filed upon the blood
Stained mood of ancient time, beneath my feet
are souls of long ago, that was abused and used
because they loved God, they were slaves
of the true faith,
the young and the old they stood so bold,
they died for what they believed in,
they will always be the beauty of light
that shines so bright in the love of God,
Oh, ancient moon you hung in gloom
In late June,
where fewer summers came along,
hearts are shattered;
soul is broken down day and night,
tears flow like rain in so much pains,
but the mind of the slaves remembers
there was once a true beloved face many
pains on earth before his death,
Oh, how his love shined in the slave’s eyes,
Because that beloved came from heaven above,
He is like a white beautiful dove,
that flies high into the sky of love,
that one died for all of us who loves him,
beneath my feet on wet ground are the cries
of an ancient time,
Where trembled hands, where words and commands,
came from he who haunts me,
who gives so much pains, his eyes are following
my every move, ceasing away faith and love,
I always had wondered how could he live with himself;
life isn’t a game, but it is a gift,
just like the sea that flows in darken dreams,
the ocean blues and rivers and streams
hold the love of who created all things,
while slaves are being termeted in all things
God Jehovah and Jesus sees all things
even in darken dreams that makes me scream,
upon crying tones, blood has fallen beneath the feet
while the spirit still speaks,
in places of the unknown where true agony was made,
where tears fall while the body is beaten down,
where found, feelings had no share,
because Dark Angel don’t give a care,
The sight of light never shone in his eyes,
Dark Angel doesn’t know what love is,
on all crying souls of long ago
their words are still being told, their pains are
bring on the rain, while they call upon the name,
where infant cries while they died,
while mothers slaved out for their lives,
friendships are bestowed upon the land,
While Dark Angel beats them down,
He calls out my name, Saying Moonlight,
tell me what it is you see, come cry to me,
Moonlight stands on her feet, tell all what she sees
while slaves of faith weeps,
time is a clock that plays the games of tick, tock,
But no one knows the time when God will
make his show, to a place he will make war
a war not of man, but a war in his command,
So, while you’re out being slaved to a word of pain
never loss your faith, love one another,
I see faraway lands of true freedom
where the light will shine so bright,
Where true love will always be,
This is what I see.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery