Why won't they comprehend what I'm feeling?
I hear cries coming from the fields
they sound like they are ill-
this is for real.
I see them burning books
like it is a performed art
while given ***** looks
slashing paintings that once touched someone's heart.
In the background of the screams
I hear poetic walking about
giving a poetic shout...
Screaming for crying out loud
what is wrong with the people in this town?
that is when everyone stood around.
Then the poet said;
Oh, take this kiss I give upon the brow
and give love back to the crowed
and don't be so proud-
you point your fingers at the poor
and burn their books
because want them to silent
and keep them from learning what is holy.
Don't you know, God is the one in control?
don't you hear the sound
of this little old town?
no matter what you do
they will still learn -
because He is the one who teaches
He is the one you hear crying out in the fields
why you are making the town ill,
but I say this-you will never prevail
Because God is REAL
and He will heal.
- Judy Emery © 1977 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

To  those who read all that I write
in my own bloodstained words
no matter the hurt
the cuts that are on my guts
that pours from my all deep within
that pours from my heart into ink
I write no matter if my spirit sinks.
I write about my hurt
no matter the dirt
of what people say around this town
they are only cheap clown
that hold big frowns,
that like pushing people around.
In the silence of the night
you will hear the cries
of foreign tongues
making a mockery out of me
just because I write down what I see
and making it apart of darkening dreams
where I hear all those screams
crying out to me
not knowing what it all means
where lies are always being told
leave my soul feeling  cold
but no matter what I still stand bold
in this darkened world
where I live my life
trying to do what is right
no matter the pain
that cuts away at the mind
most of the time.
- Judy Emery © 1986 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery