In Silent Tears

My silent tears hold fear,
listen don't you hear my cries
deep into the stormy night?
I'm crying, but they are silent tears
I cry into the night, while I’m so alone
Hoping one day true love will find me
and take me away from all this darkness,
to a place, I would be glad to call home,
I'm crying on the inside of me,
so, you could never really see
the marks that are placed upon my heart,
All this pain running though me like ink,
the cuts are so deep,
the wounds that seems to never heal
I cry for you I cry for me,
I cry out on angry seas,
My life is in so much agony in darken dreams,
I cry for the times I can't feel love for you,
I cry because one time I did love you,
If you would only listen,
you may hear my silent tears fall
right by your pillow of the storm,
This is my pain, I written down for all to read
within my own silence and tears,  
I could tell you the truth about what I feel,
this love you gave me in the past didn't last,
I don't love you anymore,
I am walking out the door,
in my own silent tears,
is on your pillow when you get up.


Poetic Judy Emery © 2004

The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Crystal Vision

The old cloak down the hall
Is tell time of lies,
I could remember in your hollow voice
The words of anger that cut deep,
You always seem to be so mean.
Oh, how you loved it when I dreamed,
You call me your queen of darken dreams
That make me want to scream,
Every time your cold aging hands would
Touch my body, it gave me chills down my spine,
You would whisper in my ears,
casting so much fear,
just for me to hear all your evil commands,
in a deep voice, you would say,
freedom will never come your way,
Oh, how I believed all your lies in darken dreams,
You keep telling me how much you love
to bring me down, for once I would have to say
that for once you told the truth,
I must say to you oh, Dark Angel,
It’s only your right to play your evil games,
While I dream out your pains,
I could see your coldness in your eyes
While you kept on telling me more lies,
So, listen carefully to the sounds
That are crying out all around you,
Your loneliness is tearing me apart,
I’m not the one that broken your heart,
Those sad ancient wounds,
I can see they are still eating away at you,
Every time you look my way,
Your heartbeat pounds so raptly,
Its diving you mad that I stand up before you
And tell you the truth,
I’m not the one that cut you, and left you out to bleed
Like you are doing to me,
Oh, I can still remember the stillness
that came between us,
the hollow wind calling at me again,
letting me know I’m back in a place
I never wanted to see again,
Oh, the pains and rain of yesterday’s sorrows,
I would always hear your evil voice
Saying to me, what you lost is your freedom
You belong to me my queen,
The rains started pouring down
With the old sound of thunder,
So, I just started dancing in the rain
Hoping and praying it would wash me clean,
I hear you saying, while you stood before me,
You will always remember me
my beautiful queen Lilly Emery
you are my true poetic love of long ago
this is how are story will be wrote,
I could see in your eyes you aren’t lying this time,
In my crystal vision, I seen you,
Kissing me on a summer of an ancient day,
But I kept that vision to myself,
trying so hard to understand
What this means for you and me,
I know it was always me that runs,
But this time I am stand right next to you,
everything got wrapped up in darken dreams.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017

Broken Is Me

I dwell in true loneliness
Where a time my own life wound never be missed,
Oh, I was so broken,
I became a lie in many people’s eyes,
My own mother didn’t say she had a younger daughter,
She only calmed one, and would be the oldest,
We lived in a small town of pain,
Where my life became broken,
My heart was always beaten down by jealous clowns
of this darken town,
the home where I live is always empty and cold,
This pain I hold keeps even when I didn’t want to,
my days are so out of place, all I see is the gloom
all around my room,
I know there are somethings are meant to be silent about,
that would be the abuse that is always at my door,
this old would I still hold in my mind,
nothing was ever good about my younger life,
This old past left its trace all over the place,
marked my heart from the very start,
there was never any trace of love in my life,
in the cellar the walls have eyes,
Every word that has ever been told,
Came back in full force,
Oh, the pain that came to me
on that cold September night,
in that cold cellar is where you left my heart
in the dark of all your lies,
The daylight falls with dooms of you,
That kept me on confused,
outside the fences the grape-vines ruined all dyed,
the rose garden become a place of rose dust,
Oh. How my mother loved her rose garden,
the roses lost tall heir color, like the tears she cried,
When my own dad left her side,
the woods come back to the mowing field of pain,
where the big old willow tree danced in the autumn wind,
outside from my window the land started losing all its beauty,
lost with time like a rhyme of lies, Broken was I.
where love was never on my side,
My own tears would fall,
like a said little rhyme of you and I,
a sad broken dream always comes to me,
my mind has no peace, I dwell with a struggled aching heart,
when you left me all broken and afraid,
You vanished and left me of your enemies,
On a forgotten past to a broken road of darken dreams,
Broken is what I am, this cold winter night,
All I ever do is cry and write,
In my own blood stain ink, that makes the heart sink.


Poetic Judy Emery © 1985
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

DESOLATED LANDS

Oh, I feel so lost in this darken world,
where love and peace was once with me,
now all I see is stagnated waters,
where the Nile River needs to be clean,
frogs are dead, flies are a sick pest
where people are walking around losing
their heads wishing, they were already dead,
where hearts are swimming in circles
of innocent blood, of the hands of the unloved,
In my mind, I see all kinds,
ponds of tears are always near holding on to fear,
in my darken dreams I hear screams,
beyond all imagination,
black roses have lost all petals,
they all burned up into rose dust,
flowing into the deserts air
ashes from ashes gone back to the grave,
where once wild roses did grow,
but that was some time ago,
Now the only seed that has been sown
Is the transgressions that bloom deep
into the minds of the hating kind,
where violence erupts where there is no love,
like an ancient fire work that kills the souls
in a nasty war,
Oh, fiery eyes fathomed the night
Where cools and souls of long ago
In the ground of the lost that was never found,
Oh, how loneliness is in the curl of the world,
ripping away at the hearts,
Bodies are out staining the stained
of a desolated land,
root rots the heart of lies,
that plays games on the mind,
of the unbinding souls of sometime ago.

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

You Call It Love I Call It Hate
You make me panic in so many ways,
But you call this love, I call it hate,
sometimes you try to be nice,
but I know it is face by the way your eyes
look at me while you are telling me stories,
deep into the night I always seem to be crying,
my body feels as if it is dying,
while we are out on the Mediterranean Sea,
You are crystallizing everything you see,
You take me places I had never seen,
Where your own words make it hard to breath,
You cut me way to deep.

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