The best silence is the woosh
of wind through trees
on murky nights

I am not a
perfect being.*
Flaws,
and imperfections
weave the
canvas of
my skin.
The scars that
mark my body,
tell a story of
where I've been,
who I've loved,
and who's loved
me in return.

Sitting alone
And pondering deep thoughts
Blatantly staring at the wall
She feels so lost
She put her trust in you
But, there was no love in your heart
Nothing but pain and abuse
Right from the very start

There I Sat
There I sat with all my pains
tears do fall like rain
words of anger comes my way
like rush of thunder ,

Oh, how my heart hungers for peace
this voice that I do hear
stands so near giving fear
murky sky
rolling darkness to the eyes
Oh, how it makes me cry ,

I know Dark Angel
thinks he is bold
that he knows all that I see
Oh, please
all he knows is darken dreams
that he brings to me,

There I sat holding the key
but he don't know this yet
I cried ! then I laugh
but then I hold all I know back
because things are moving to fast .

Whither winter holding haste
to a darken place
waves of time crossed my mind
waves of the sea
holds a life to me
into darken dreams .

Poetic  Judy Emery © 1988
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Bunny, Bunny, Bunny
Please me mine.  Bunny,
Bunny, Bunny Valentine.

The hot air blows me dry
even the sweat disappears,
to be cool how hard I try
but the fire seems to reappear