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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 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
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
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
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
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
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
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
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
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
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
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 termented 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
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
The Queen Of Darken Dreams

Now you will know
I am the queen of this show
In darken dreams,
Yeah, you didn’t hear me scream,

Behind the walls, they will crawl
on black ice, frozen are they
who got in my way,

They all meet me at my feet
Crying out queen of dreams
Stand up for me,

They all look at me if I was tall
But I wasn’t tall at all,
The slaves are in so much pain
They flipped and gripped at me,

While they are slipping, and falling
Down on black ice in the night,
Dark Angel don’t play nice,
and he never thinks twice,

He cold trembling hand touched me
Like he never touched me before,
Telling me to speak while I can,

So, I looked at the slaves saying
In a very loud way,
Wake up while you can,
Set yourself free from he,

who gives darken dreams,
Wake up I said are you will soon regret,
That’s when Dark Angel looked at me
Then he slapped me,

I thought I could trust you,
But I can see I have much work to do on you.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
Darken Dreams
DARKEN THRONE

I walked alone
by an old darken throne ;
it had given me fright
just of its sight ,

I held on tight because I
know I am going for a ride
of some other kind
it will blow one’s mind ,

my own tantalized soul
made no joke to what I hold
I stand so bold
to the man getting close ,

He is dressed in all black suit
at first I thought I was seeing
Edgar Allan Poe walking around
wearing a big old long hat on his head.

But when he stood so near
I had gone to sleep
into a very bad dream
ravens where flying around
looking for the lost and found,

Pains started coming my way
in a cloud of darkness
deep within my soul
my body started turning cold ,

I walked alone
to an old darken throne
now became my home .

Poetic Judy Emery © 2014
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery
BLACK MAGIC WOMEN

The banks are wet
The air is cold
streams of memories
are everywhere I look,
where Dark Angel is prison in my mind,
I remember that cold September night
that given me so much fright
when Dark Angel taken me down that night,
His touch
His words I will always remember,
I still see from far away into a darken dream
the castle of Dark Angel
upon the tallest mountain,
I had ever seen,
everything was evergreen
woods of deep smelling pine
fair flowers all around the valley grounds,
but I also felt the great depression
that will overtake anyone’s souls,
I remember a time where the
Black Magic woman casting her evil spells
on all she could see, in clouding me,
spell of darken dreams
that cuts deep into your soul
she hangs on to your heart
and never wants to let it go
that is a part of her evil control,
while her puppets wherein mask
while they dance around
on broken glass;
Oh, how they would scream
Begging the Magic women to stop their pains,
Oh, how it made me scream
To see all these things in darken dreams,
The old dead sea was anger as it could be,
Storms are brewing;
Rain of tears are falling;
Frogs are hopping
Trees are swaying into the night,
Oh, how I held on for the ride
I hold on to my soul
but still a part of me let go,
things are getting so out of control
Dark Angel I cried
Why are you doing this to my life?
But he didn’t want to give me a sight
Into his darken eyes of his lies,
I know I will never find an honest soul
darkness is all they know
Dark Angel will give wonders of worries
throughout the days
for the rest life of life of hate
this is the life Dark Angel gave,
to the heart of pain
the flood of tears is everywhere
no souls are spared
the expressions on the evil slaves face
they have much hate in their eyes,
Oh, the ships that are out on sea
started to sink like a disease
that is killing all that is in the way
of the angry storm,
I will never see the light of day
in them darken eyes,
I started crying with the storm
Dark Angels, rage is all over the place,
I'm afraid and very weak and too afraid to think,
I try to explain what I was feeling
it didn't matter to them anyways,
Oh, pale lips come to me
Your lips are rosy as they could ever be
give me a kiss
and I will let you taste death,
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 Dark Angel has a battle of his own to keep?
I am in way to deep
I'm losing this fight for my own rights
Dark Angel kissed me
I feel I could no longer breath
he is taken the life out of me
He given me the pain of rain
that will never go away
September will always be remembered.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1988
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery
Daniel Quigley Nov 2017
By the sill sit still;
Listen to the wash on the roof;
Specks and sheets form a symphony
so complete to hush you quiet,
Even still.

An inundation.
This libation to parched earth has
been a meditation since birth;
to ponder under the pitter-patter
hiss and swish of exponential scales
At the wrongness of raindrops in a sunbeam.

Sit still, brood like the clouds that came
to darken a June day, so silent they gathered
over a land hard with memory,
With fear for passing years and
worries that grew like weeds in summer showers.

Brief as thought these drops like jewels
are set ablaze then strike the dirt; done.
They flash for an instant in time,
with no way back to an azure sky.

There is no telling the distance,
How high these clouds climb.
Just the sound of falling rain,
Listen.
Alexandra Askew May 2014
It happened.
It happened.
Repeat.
It happened.
It happened.
No more fighting against the truth
No more of the denial.
It happened.
It happened.
Chant...Breathe.
Repeat.
It happened.
It happened.
Life push me forward.
World steady my feet.
It happened.
It happened.
Focus, hold it.
Breathe.
It happened.
It happened.
Open up your palm.
Memories fall into a holding jar.
It happened.
It happened.
Lock the jar inside.
Darken the lights but remember the presence.
It happened.
It happened...
3 out of 4 of "Stages of My Grief"
I miss you,
having never met you
still warmer near you
across the ocean.

it rains grey
elephants and mice
in shades of
darken room
and falling curtains.

it rains in shadows
of your walk
from sunny side  
to rainy block.

A. J. Rain
AN OLD DARKEN THRONE

I walked alone
by an old darken throne,
it had given me fright
just of its sight ,
I held on tight because I know
I am going for a ride
of some other kind
it will blow one’s mind ,
my own tantalized soul
made no joke to what I hold
I stand so bold
to the man getting close ,
He is dressed in all black suit
at first I thought I was seeing
Edgar Allan Poe walking around
wearing a big old long hat on his head.
But when he stood so near
I had gone to sleep
into a very bad dream
ravens where flying around
looking for the lost and found,
Pains started coming my way
in a cloud of darkness
deep within my soul
my body started turning cold ,
I walked alone
to an old darken throne
now became my home .

Poetic Judy Emery © 2014
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
Moonlight don't run from your past
stand strong and never let go
In life there are people
that will Love you or Hate you
that will hurt you
and cause you so much pain
You must learn to forgive
even if it is so hard to forget
don't let your heart grow cold
this is what Dark Angel wants you to do
he wants to take over you
hold on and never lose sight
to what shines into your eyes
your pains of long ago
hold a story of its own
  looking back to your dark beaten past
is breaking the glass
that held the pains back
you don't want this old darkness in your life
so let it all go
don't let darkness take hold
the past will only bring you back
to the pains of yesterday’s rain
would lead you back in to the life of coldness
of darkness of old pains of sins
of its dirtiness that has taken away sweetness
In life there are mistakes you will make
but you must face them
You must learn from all your wrongs
grow from them
let them go
never let the darkness take control
In life there are so much regrets
you must learn to leave the past behind
realize it is something you can't change
Moonlight let go of the pain
and dance in the rain
You don't need rain of darkness
to burn like acid in your heart
In life there are people
you will lose forever
That you can't have back
you must learn to let go and keep moving on
Please never hang on to the lies of Dark Angel
If you do
you will be lost in darken dreams
you will always feel the pains
of yesterday’s heartbreaks
in a world of true  pains
rain will fall like tears
you will always feel the cuts
that marks up your heart
you will be lost in coldness of fears
you must learn to come out of darkness
take the challenges and grow stronger
If you don't
Dark Angel will take over
In life  fear will always be near
that will hold you
back from what you want
But then you should know
that is a trap to keep you lost
in darken dreams
things will never be as they seem
You must learn to fight
for what is right
in Jehovah's eyes
take hold of the courage
of your faith you have within
Don't look back to sin
Jehovah knows the heart
He holds your life in his hands as long
as you Moonlight don't give in
To Dark Angel sin's
Dark Angel has to give is all sin
of his darkness to internal death
When Jehovah comes to destroy all evil
Let Jehovah holds the key to your future
Only he knows your heart and your weakness
But weakness leads off to a darken path
Jehovah see's everything and knows everything
Everything in life really does happen for a reason
Because Jehovah God
is the reason to your faith and your life
Derek thank you for going over everything
I know my testing is on its way
I will keep my prayers going
to keep my mind
right to not look back to my darken past
Goodbye Derek my faithful friend

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
All I can see in your evil eyes
are all the lies from the dark side?
I see age of evil, that brings on pains,
In your eyes of darken dreams,
I see many things I would never want
my life to be,
I could stay in this moment forever
Dark Angel, your spirit holds agony
In place of the circumstances,
I see you standing out in the pouring rain
You are looking deep into my eyes
While I sleep in darken dreams,
I could reach every star in the sky
That are lost into your painful eyes,
you made my life all about you
I had lost myself in all your emotions,
I consider all that your eyes hold
are fantasy of you and me,
I still look very young,
I miss the beauty of my day’s
You keep me young in darken dreams,
because of you
I lost who I am,
I lost what is real in my life,
just when everything felt right
you told your lies,
Oh, how that cut me deep within like a knife
then you looked at me with a smile on your face,
laugh every day at me while my life slipped on by,
in darken dreams of fake believe,
You are evil, something of ancient time,
You are something from the night
You’re not very nice,
my heart can't possibly break
I must stay awake,
You had taken me so for down
My life doesn’t have any meaning to it,
But it wasn't even whole to start with
because of you I will never trust ever again,
Oh, this pain you give has no end,
I will always in the dooms of you,
I never stray too far from you
Because I know not to,
you left your mark
my heart was ripped apart
Now all I can see is your eyes of darken dream.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
Andrew T Hannah Jun 2013
A Surreal Epic of Existence

Prelude to the Journey…

I smiled yesterday when I beheld the morning’s brilliant colors,
Etched with gold, across the canvas of the heavens, hanging…
High above all those mountains of the world, gigantic brothers,
A wilderness of clouds, where there can be no human taming.
I did not always smile when I looked up to that noble height…
For I have seen how terrible goodness can be, when untamed.
Once I thought my sojourn in this flesh was from a divine spite,
But now I know it was a gift, and for it I need not be ashamed.
God once walked as I do now, and suffered the same stress…
Betrayal, love, and passions too, though no Church shall admit,
The true nature of divinity, lest all their secret sins they confess!
You are told you are alone in the universe, by leaders so unfit,
That they themselves are fed a diet of lies and stories invented.
But we walked amongst you since the very dawn reincarnated,
Having lost our first flesh in conflicts long past and unlamented.
We guided the steps of ancients, as monuments demonstrated!
And yet we are born as children: your own, and live our span,
The better to remain hid, in plain sight, our faces clever masks.
I am the eldest, and I remember still my kindred’s lofty plan…
And though I wear the human face, I am beset with alien tasks.
Helping they who lack the knowledge to see what lies outside,
You have seen me in the darkness, blazing upon my own pyre.
Where I am waiting to lead the way, where the angels glide…
Anyone can follow, if they are dedicated enough never to tire.
Ironic, since I myself have known helplessness and still oft do,
It is only human after all, and in your form I was so re-forged!
The image of God, whose own blood is in all of us hither unto,
From the first to the last, alpha to omega, like a sharp sword.

Prologue: (My Mask is Slipping)

As a child: I was a servant at the altars of the heart so sacred,
Singing hymns of the immaculate: without seeing the depravity.
It was only when I myself wore the crown of thons, naked…
My spirit exposed through my pain, that I realized the gravity.
What man believes is sacred, is profanity disguised as graces,
And those who lead the sheep to slaughter are mere butchers!
Forcing innocents to wear porcelain masks to hide their faces,
They rob children of their childhood, bound with crude fetters.
As a teenager: I walked in nature, disgusted with all humanity,
My exodus was from those who had defiled all I cared about.
Finding faith in an angel fallen, I discovered my own sanctity,
And in her name I found the means to cleanse my feral doubt.
Then came marriage, and betrayal by a wife I gave up all for,
The dissolution of our union then loneliness without cessation!
A mortal had pierced my flesh, leaving me to bleed on a floor,
My heart was torn from its’ moorings without any elaboration.
But the angel remained to calm my anger and ease my agony,
My only light in the blackness that has overcome my waking!
Reminding me, that I was more than this flesh and mortality…
The angel tries to keep me from harsh trembling and quaking.
And then I see: I am more than my tears and life’s traumas…
I let slip, the mask behind which the scars of my tears etched.
Then I sense the heat of the night more intense than saunas…
As I long to dance with abandon, until time itself is stretched!
Mortals may betray one another with impunity, but never I…
I do not betray; rather I pour my heart and spirit forth whole.
Creating a phylactery, of all I am, and with an innocent eye…
I demand to be loved as I am: pearl white and black as coal!

Canto 1: Sacrifice of the Doll

Part the First: (The Bleeding Shores)

Do not call me, doll, for I have departed your ancient cavern,
You are lifeless, a mere toy, and not a real child in any form!
A boy’s red ruby lips I spy drinking in the dreariest tavern…
Whilst true children singing, frolic in the fields filled with corn.
I am going home, upon the wings of the great silver griffon…
Far from the shores now bleeding red from defiled memories.
There is no return, for me, to the glories of the first ignition…
When the mind eternal, was ignited all with pleasing ecstasies.
In the stars, there are words unheard that I do want to recall,
For I came down so very long ago, among the first to so fall!
Eldritch nightmares born of the stuff of the pure chaos of old,
Are waiting for signs at the threshold to be released by magic.
The forbidden incantations return to my spirit, aflame so bold,
That my spirit nearly forgets: the origins of this time, so tragic.
When children drink, and true children hide themselves apart,
Whilst the waters bleed and the corn withers upon the stalks!
That is a sign that change must come, and so I work my mind.
The face in the moon is a grimace of tormented fear, horror…
Whilst I stand upon the precipice with my hand over my heart,
And amongst the long rows of corn, my black shadow walk!
Watching over the innocents whose souls are of my own kind.
The summer heat turns orange, the moon: in celestial corridors.
My mournful cry can be heard in the sound of the lonely wolf,
And in the wild abandon of the lion when he is on the prowl…
I feel the pain of nature, I long to bring back paradise craved.
I have seen the terror of the land, as the blood ran in the gulf,
Black blood of the earth: which causes living things to howl…
As man has the foolishness, to say what is or is not depraved!

Part the Second: (The Crucified Souls)

The doll is laid lifeless atop the altar, prepared for a sacrifice,
In the cavern where the limestone shapes the wettest arches!
A thing un-living, but with living souls trapped still, as if in ice,
Within the cold porcelain shell that so never with feet marches.
Serpentine blade held high, it drops precise into a doll’s neck,
And it cannot call out, because a doll has not any voice to cry.
A boy walked out of a tavern then, looking like a vile wreck…
Whilst as a man I attend to higher things, my body full purified.
In the voids beneath the spaces, witnessed in the rugged rock,
Voices echo loud in the darkness, calling up names unspoken.
The ferryman brings the souls delivered to him, to a far dock,
Where each must pay the copper coin, the old desired token.
So they come to drink those waters that cure all of life’s ills…
Freed from their porcelain prison to feel death’s darker chills!
Whence came those souls into captivity, no mortal may speak,
But I freed them in an instant, removing the nails that pierce…
Every man is he that was put up on the cross of old Golgotha.
And every woman too, as all were made to feel such torture!
I was there when the primal sacrifice was implanted so weak,
And yet so strong that it endured in the psyche all these years.
That doom was sealed behind a wall of fire long ago in Terra,
So that the stigmata of it might endure, even in the vast future!
Mine was the hand that signaled that doom, mine to release…
Yet, still old illusions persist, and I cannot awaken a multitude.
I, who devised the iron web that enfolds much of what is real,
Cloaking it in unending trickery am, myself, longing for peace.
For I too was entrapped, until my liberation rough and crude!
An angel freed me, and now I strive to break each cruel seal.

Part the Third: (The Return of Light)

Risen from the slumber where colder, electric dreams reside,
The forgotten intelligence is invoked, the arcane spells cast…
The eldritch nightmares return to thence amongst man abide,
Reminding us of the things banished to Hell in some age past.
Mine the hand that raised them up, light in the dagger’s glow,
The stuff of my power left to flow, like blood run swiftly free.
Out of the abyss, rises the girl-child of a lost millennial flame,
She who is the angel reborn lets her illumination clearly show.
And all are blinded who have not the innermost eyes to see!
The unbelievers are, in a single instant put unto lasting shame.
From the star of six points, a goddess works her sacred will,
And as she crosses the scarlet threshold, she brings the light.
For a single instant, all in Heaven and all upon Earth are still,
As the long day ends, bowing before the coming eternal night.
In the darkness, radiance far fairer and so perfect descends,
Whilst those who gather in my name: have lost my true path.
The wrath of angels descend upon their minds, closed shut…
Entrapped in the iron web, they cannot flee of such a prison!
The light blinds them for they never truly saw it, and it rends,
Tearing away the churches built for naught but mortal wrath.
There, the unfaithful ******* themselves: like a wanton ****,
Inventing dogma to pass on, forgetful of logic and of reason!
Faith need not be a fearful thing, yet some have made it thus,
And look for an end to come before they seek their reward.
Whilst they should be creating the paradise they left behind…
But in an image of freedom: rather than of servitude and fuss.
Too much time had been wasted in converting by the sword!
Mankind looks to the light for salvation, their eyes long blind.

Interlude Alpha:
This age is one of barbarism cloaked as gentility to sell lies…
Did you purchase some today by design or mayhap chance?
You should know this era to be neither intelligent nor wise…
Else you would not march, when you would prefer to dance!
My nights are filled with nightmares; my days are too much…
I used to dance with one I loved, and bask in purple sunsets.
Now I am haunted, by so many memories I can never touch,
That it fills me with ****** anger, and countless cold regrets.
I recall how once in desperation, my wrist rode a razor edge,
If it were not for my family I’d not thence have lived beyond.
A man abused as I was, and used like cutters upon a hedge,
Must rise higher than it all in order to survive it all, my friend!
I survived, I transformed, I ascended and in the end became,
So much more than I was, until no more did my spirit erode.
But still I wait in loneliness for a maid to awaken my flame…
And I burn, oh gods I burn until I think that I might explode!
The skies darken more and more, and bright forks crashing,
I hear the drums of fury in the heavens, giants of old winters.
The gods grow angry and I behold trees uprooted smashing!
Angels are trampling the grapes of man; they, the vintners…
I am reminded of when the battleship that sailed all galaxies,
Descended one day amidst clouds boiling with its’ steam…
To lay waste to *****, and Gomorrah, for their indignities!
I was there, when the wicked did perish with a final scream.
And as people mock me, wishing me ill because I am good,
I ask God how long I must be forced to bear such suffering.
But I am not alone, and to many I am in fact misunderstood,
So God forgives, for now; but I have not, his understanding!

Canto 2: Sacrifice of the Spider

Part the First: (The First Smile)

Black skies boil with rage unrepentant, and in righteous fury!
A being made flesh I am, though not of mortal understanding.
In cavernous places I have walked, where demons oft scurry,
And worse places still: in search of a love not too demanding.
In the stucco halls wherein my unmoving throne was raised…
Upon a hill of sorrows where lost souls labor in mundane toil,
I wait and plan to transcend the bonds the faithful so praised.
To my right hand is the altar where fire and sulfur always boil!
I force a smile upon my face, for one will not come as willing,
As in the hours when I was a golden youth filled with ideals…
Which I have paid for dearly, beyond the price of any shilling!
Now I long to pay back those who know not how this feels…
The madness born of solitude, the anger born out of contempt,
For you who despise me without cause, provoking my wrath.
What impunity has man, to think that he might ever be exempt!
When wiser civilizations than yours did sink: in the fiery bath.
Do I speak of Hell, which the faithless do not realize is come?
Nay, for their eyes have been gouged out by their own nails…
I speak of torments, far beyond that which devils have done.
The first smile shall me mine, when every cruel wish so fails…
To save the flesh of those who spit upon me as I walked on,
Never realizing that my face was just a mask, hiding another.
Only the fool pays no any attention to the piper’s lonely song,
Thinking it only a melody passed from a sister unto a brother.
But in what celestial ****** has been born the thing alchemical?
It dwells within me, the secret sin of a bonding long forgotten.
Would that I could force the world to hear music whimsical…
Like unto that which guides my spirit in all that was begotten.

Part the Second: (Cold Revenge)

The blood roses bloom in gardens where desire plants seeds,
I, the hand that waters those hungry beasts whose thirst rises!
In my search for love, I have fed the beasts of desire’s needs,
And what would cause you to blush has, for me, no surprises.
Oh human, with what impunity did you dare to exclaim aloud,
That you believe love to be beyond my reach; and you smile!
Like a coward, you degrade me and run to hide in the crowd,
In your feigned superiority, you make yourself an animal vile.
Conjoining your words to your tongue, like a web to a ceiling,
You become a spider; then flee on eight legs to a filthy nest…
Having already become unworthy of any warm human feeling,
In thinking yourself better, you sink lower than all of the rest!
That means my life is worth, a thousand times, your very own.
I become a creature of the night, and wait for you, oh spider!
Think not that I cannot hear. the creaking of each leg bone…
Your odiousness goes before you, the horse before its’ rider.
And in your own web I catch you, my sharper claws immune,
To your toxic poisons, as cannot ever save your eight eyes…
Which I dash from their sockets, without a fear, and so soon,
That your own pain consumes you, like fire lighting the skies!
Forcing you to recant all that you say, lest pain overcome all,
The powers you thought did not exist do manifest ever visibly.
And I ascended still higher, all the more to relish of your fall…
You should never have resulted to any such childish mockery.
The clocks of your house all melted, for time is not your ally!
In abandonment of the chaos that is joy, your order is ended.
A new order rises in its’ place born of chaos none may deny,
Whilst you sink lower into perdition, for all that you offended.

Part the Third: (The Last Laugh)

An angel appears before me and so thinks herself a goddess,
But to call her an angel is to imply that she holds any beauties.
Those whose ego is larger than their grasp are oft the oddest,
For they fancy themselves perfect, ignorant of their cruelties!
You think love a prize and I a beggar for mere crusts so stale,
That lesser men than I have eaten heartier meals than yours…
But your kitchen is so bare: as your oven goes cold and pale,
Making you prize yourself beyond the worth of your chores!
Like a harlot who charges a fortune for her meager charms…
If you think love a prize, and I a beggar, you are so mistaken.
What you call love is a disease that shames one and harms…
Both mind and soul alike, making the body at last to weaken.
You saw only my mask, and would not dare look beneath…
Making me a phantom in the darkness, lurking in the shades.
Round your neck, your false esteem hangs as a dead wreath,
As I leave you to your barren world, awaiting my handmaids.
They rise from the ashes you leave in your wake, my kindred,
Their hands take me far from where your feet stumble about!
Lie in the cemetery that awaits those who live as though dead,
I cannot raise you incorruptible; you have far too much doubt.
Carried hither by the silent maidens who weep ****** tears…
To my castle, where I shall brood again upon mankind’s way!
I cannot feel regret for those who give in to their foolish fears,
Any more than I can transform a leaden night into golden day!
Such is the power of the alchemist who knows his true limit…
And in the dark arts I was schooled by beings from the abyss.
Thusly, am I set about to transform my creation as I see fit…
We are the demiurges of our realities wanton for any hot kiss!

Interlude Omega:
T
I found this one in my basement. Seems I wrote it a year or two ago but lost it.
Let the rain come on down
let every drop wash me clean
from yesterday's pains
that Dark Angel gave
I became his queen
in darken dreams ,
He always makes me feel
I'm ill like I am going insane
in my dreams I seen my grave
Oh, how that made me scream
Look !what you have done to me
I am among the shying of sad songs
silence remains in my own pains,

in my mind I will always see
Dark Angel eyes
when you came in life
I don't have one
I'm written down in history
in crying eyes of darken storms
when others seen me
they walk away from me
they call me strange
someone that is locked away in dreams,

My deepest affections are now lost
like a sad song in the crying wind
Autumn leaves fall like me
in darken dreams is where I will be
if anyone is looking for me
Your the first and the last
you are something from my past
you are something I pray to never see
but you are always in my dreams
just to make me scream
upon the sea
that makes me bleed out your name
You had taken every thing from me
but this you do see
you are so mean ,

You taken my freedom
my life
I have no hope left in me
dreams of true love will never be
You taken my heart
and left me scared
I will always remember
what you did to me
on that cold September
I will never forget the pains
that brought down the rain of me
your eyes
your world
like fire works
that plays over and  in my mind
most of the time ,

you given me fright from your darkness
You touched me I feel so cold
you stand so bold
even though you are old
your love is something out of my reach
I can still feel you always near
I know I mean every thing to you
but you mean nothing to me
this you must see
even in darken dreams
you had to take me down
You are a nightmare
you poisoned my mind
you given me a world of pain
you taken everything from me,


I feel so cold
this is the life know I hold
darkness engulfing my soul
I have nothing I could call my own
a Queen of darken dreams
he made of me
I have No exist in life
only in lost dreams
is where I scream to be free
this is where I will be
locked away in darken dreams of he.


Poetic Lilly Judy Emery(c)
Darken Dreams
TREASURE

I keep on loving you,
But you always make me so confused about you,
You lock me away in a darken room,
Where the world could never see me,

You keep me like a treasure
that you always keep on guard,
in the back of your darken mind,
you play evil games all the time,

You say you are protecting me from harm,
But I must ask, who is protecting me from you?
Your old prying eyes are on me all the time,

I know this isn’t an imagination,
You keep my photo next to your heart,
But then you say thing to break me down,
You call this love, but I know it’s all a lie,

I look out my window,
watch the slaves caring a casket to the graveyard,
this kept me in full wonderment;
I see a shining diamond flashing from the night,
Hiding behind the forest sky,

A rare jewel of truth,
It moves strong feelings from my spirit,
Like a renewal of some kind,
I’m in a place of un-refined of my mind,
I start to receive visions from an ancient time,
That is leading me to a place I felt close,
A place I held on to my faith,


where the gift of the Light shined deep in my eyes,
while I have seen, others died for this dream,
I open my eyes while others cry,
they call me their queen even in darken dreams,
when my heart starts to bleed,

The Light would shine to me in my darkest hours,
I start to become humble in the true presence,
I never half to question this true Love,
This is the divine design of all times,

while I am locked away in darken pleases,
I know I am only being tested,
Jealousy and hate with envy eyes
are always at my door,

Dark Angel, treasures my every move,
While he tells me all the time,
I am his for life, I will become his wife,
I will be his queen of darken dreams.


Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
Darken Dreams Of A Queen
BLACK MAGIC WOMEN

The banks are wet
The air is cold
streams of memories
are everywhere I look,
where Dark Angel is prison in my mind,
I remember that cold September night
that given me so much fright
when Dark Angel taken me down that night,
His touch
His words I will always remember,
I still see from far away into a darken dream
the castle of Dark Angel
upon the tallest mountain,
I had ever seen,
everything was evergreen
woods of deep smelling pine
fair flowers all around the valley grounds,
but I also felt the great depression
that will overtake anyone’s souls,
I remember a time where the
Black Magic woman casting her evil spells
on all she could see, in clouding me,
spell of darken dreams
that cuts deep into your soul
she hangs on to your heart
and never wants to let it go
that is a part of her evil control,
while her puppets wherein mask
while they dance around
on broken glass;
Oh, how they would scream
Begging the Magic women to stop their pains,
Oh, how it made me scream
To see all these things in darken dreams,
The old dead sea was anger as it could be,
Storms are brewing;
Rain of tears are falling;
Frogs are hopping
Trees are swaying into the night,
Oh, how I held on for the ride
I hold on to my soul
but still a part of me let go,
things are getting so out of control
Dark Angel I cried
Why are you doing this to my life?
But he didn’t want to give me a sight
Into his darken eyes of his lies,
I know I will never find an honest soul
darkness is all they know
Dark Angel will give wonders of worries
throughout the days
for the rest life of life of hate
this is the life Dark Angel gave,
to the heart of pain
the flood of tears is everywhere
no souls are spared
the expressions on the evil slaves face
they have much hate in their eyes,
Oh, the ships that are out on sea
started to sink like a disease
that is killing all that is in the way
of the angry storm,
I will never see the light of day
in them darken eyes,
I started crying with the storm
Dark Angels, rage is all over the place,
I'm afraid and very weak and too afraid to think,
I try to explain what I was feeling
it didn't matter to them anyways,
Oh, pale lips come to me
Your lips are rosy as they could ever be
give me a kiss
and I will let you taste death,
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 Dark Angel has a battle of his own to keep?
I am in way to deep
I'm losing this fight for my own rights
Dark Angel kissed me
I feel I could no longer breath
he is taken the life out of me
He given me the pain of rain
that will never go away
September will always be remembered.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1988
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
Perched upon a corporate throne,

We march into the great unknown

As wasted words of gossip drone

And steel replaces brick and stone.
Soon you find yourself alone

In crowded streets with a global phone,

Doing a random strangers bidding.



A means to an end they say,

As poor men die while rich men play,

When honest work brings modest pay,

And doesn't last 'em through the day

Though profiteers in moral grey 

Flood the airwaves to in turn say,

"Our wealth simply paves  the way,

Tomorrow is your salvation day,

You want peace? Then war is only fitting."



Look and you will see

Money buys democracy,

The Citizens United, see?

If we knew the truth, would we agree?

Those answers are not  going to be

Yes or no but more likely

Maybe, perhaps, or possibly,

Because in reality,

Right and wrong are just kidding.



To those who fret the plagues we face,
Yet believe we can change this place,
Who stifle doubts about the Human Race,
And yearn to be together in this chase,
With subdued pride and envy, in every case,

Seeking common goals to found the base,

May we lay the evil plots to waste,

For evils clients who once stood are now sitting.



The time is now, make a stand
,
Pull our heads out of the sand

Call their bluff with a hidden hand

Of virtue they don’t quite understand,
Defy procedure’s they have planned
,
Unite across the lines that brand,

Refuse all prejudice, none may be accepted.



Some know for they already looked

And the flow of money keeps them booked,

Takes but once to have them hooked,

Setting the table with food uncooked

For others whose foundations shook

Are pitted against the small time crook

Hoping only that we be protected

.

Hark the sounds of rebellious cries

For those that call, they realize

All that lives sure enough dies
But when displeased we close our eyes

To the masters of disguise

Who think their profit justifies

The invisible hand growing in size

While their strings attached go uncorrected



They kept us quiet all the while

Waiting with numbers dialed

To put the innocent to trial

Lining up in single file

To be cast into the same old pile

None willing to lay down their tile,

Casting shadows upon their guile,

The double agent mercantile,

Lobbying candidates to endorse.



All I ask, is to what do we base belief?

Dying children get no relief

Oil poisons the coral reef

Prophecy of the fallen chief

Given a thought but a bit too brief
Together a tree, alone but a leaf
Although it is all who feel the grief

Of our actions consequential course



Corrupted elites discuss our goals

So we continue to dig our holes

To depths that darken souls

Rigging markets to decide our roles

Assumptions made so that greed controls

They draw their graphs till the pencil dulls

Then add a factor, see how that goes

Without even the slightest feeling of remorse



Growth is sacred, but is it moral?

Strengthen reason yet we quarrel

Over falsities of ***** oral

Arrangements like that of floral

Remedies but not doctoral

Blood of fallen lives pastoral

Remind that we’re all mortal

But all thereafter bear the force.



So please tell me at what cost?

In a moments past our objectives lost

Compassion was our hand now tossed

Lines we’ve drawn, lines we’ve crossed

How much dirt can be washed

From our conscience we exhaust

Before shattering glass of fate we sloshed?

Working from the scattered pieces back to the source



It is us who blindly lead the strut

We are the source and nothing but

Whose center point is one giant rut

Where false desires cracked and cut

And the selfish feed an endless gut,

When our culture begins to split and jut,

We might finally ask... It was all for what?
Inspired by the great Bob Dylan. I refer you to the song “It’s Alright Ma’”
IN LOST DREAMS

Let the rain come on down
let every drop wash me clean
from yesterday's pains
that Dark Angel gave
I became his queen
in darken dreams,
He always makes me feel
I'm ill like I am going insane
in my dreams, I seen my grave
Oh, how that made me scream
Look! what you have done to me
I am among the shying of sad songs
silence remains in my own pains,
in my mind, I will always see
Dark Angel eyes
when you came in life
I don't have one
I'm written down in history
in crying eyes of darken storms
when others seen me
they walk away from me
they call me strange
someone that is locked away in dreams,
My deepest affections are now lost
like a sad song in the crying wind
Autumn leaves fall like me
in darken dreams is where I will be
if anyone is looking for me
You’re the first and the last
you are something from my own past
you are something I pray to never see
but you are always in my dreams
just to make me scream
upon the sea
that makes me bleed out your name
You had taken everything from me
but this you do see
you are so mean,
You take my freedom
my life
I have no hope left in me
dreams of true love will never be
You take my heart
and left me scared
I will always remember
what you did to me
on that cold September
I will never forget the pains
that brought down the rain of me
your eyes
your world
like fire works
that plays over and in my mind
most of the time,
you give me fright from your darkness
You touched me I feel so cold
you stand so bold
even though you are old
your love is something out of my reach
I can still feel you always near
I know I mean everything to you
but you mean nothing to me
this you must see
even in darken dreams
you had to take me down
You are a nightmare
you poisoned my mind
you give me a world of pain
you take everything from me,
I feel so cold
this is the life know I hold
darkness engulfing my soul
I have nothing I could call my own
a Queen of darken dreams
he made of me
I have No exist in life
only in lost dreams
is where I scream to be free
this is where I will be
locked away in darken dreams of him
that always makes me scream.


Poetic Judy /Lilly Emery © 2004
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
FIX YOUR THOUGHTS
Oh, why do you sing your heart out
To the daemons of the night?
Why do you press your lips to the mirror of time?
The spirit of evil isn’t worth the time
Isn’t worth the painful outcome,
So, why do you give your heart away?
to the enemy that gives bad dreams.
Each touch, or look of sorrow,
He weeps for your tomorrow,
Each word you say, he will write down in
Spells to trap you in,
His smile isn’t innocent,
He holds no affection for your soul
He uses words of lies to charms his way
Into a place, you crave,
Then when he finely gets you
He will soon quite you and neglect you;
Oh, can you see the darken swan swim?
Dark Angel trapped it upon scorn ponds,
Making everything beautiful to the swan’s eyes,
The hunger of sweet delights for a foolish swan
To swim its away into a darken state,
Oh, can you hear the rushing wind?
Singing out its painful cries of all time,
Beauty and lies are the trap of he
that gives darken dreams,
the words he says cut like a sharp knife
poison the blood that runs in vain,
Dark Angel, is something of hate
Loss of faith, words of worthless power.
Fads with time,
His words are like an ancient rhyme
That makes the soul cry;
The spirit weakens while the heart breaks,
Oh, look in the fading mirror
that shapes the face; that reflects lies,
into a world of darkness
that languish into the mind,
that dance into a place of anguish,
where tears will always fall,  
Clean up your ways, fix your every thought,
Because if you are weak in your faith;
Dark Angel will sweep you away
into a dark state of mind,
he will invade your life, he will cast you into
darken dreams that will make you scream.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
TAKE THE JOURNEY

The years have passed,
but my mind is still on you
My heart is broken in two,
I have been doing a lot of thinking
Why life have been doing so much changing,
At times, it is so ******* me to say what it is I think,
I just stand quite while others look at me strange,
They would even ask others if I was okay,
So, I started writing all my pains down
in my own blood stain ink,
where others could read what, it is my heart bleeds,
It is hard for me to explain everything Dark Angel
Has done to me in darken dreams,
But I try to do my very best to open the doors of empty rooms
for all who is ready to take the journey,
there are so much to see in the battles of darken dreams
you will be left in darken places where you see the dead
while others are losing their minds in a different time,  
in my mind, I have so much emotion bottled up within
My heart weeps for peace, but darkness is all I see,
In a world of pains that brings on pouring rain that stings,
I try so hard to express all that I feel or see,
I write on paper on the computer or on anything that will
let me write out my pains,
In darken dreams my world of screams, a place of darkness
Where the blood moon hangs in late June,
I never known life to be so cold. I always stand bold
Even in the hours of a painful storm,
On the scale of time I always write what’s on my mind,
Just for the readers to see the journey of darken dreams
That comes to me while I sleep.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams is me
Poetic Lilly Emery.
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
Ancient Past

Oh, Dark Angel, you cast your anger
You call so many hateful names
night and day, outcast you would say,
while they hid their face,
You had told me,
on that cold autumn day,
don't trust what your eyes may see
because things aren't always what they seem,
look at me Moonlight,
will you allow me to take you in my arms?
Come to me my queen, let me tell you
my stories from an ancient past,
while the night moved on
his words would flow,
then he looked at me like he was in more pain,
He got up in a way like he was ready to fight,
that’s when I started to cry,
saying it wasn’t me that you see,
that is making you bleed,
so, please don’t take it out on me,
That is when he taken my hand
and said, you will never be away from me
you are my queen, in all my dreams,
do you understand me?
that is when I said yes in a soft voice,
I will be with you always Moonlight,
you will see me in all your dreams,
in memories of all your pains,
I will be with you in every September
every autumn leave that falls,
Every rain storm of your life,
just Waite, you will see what I will mean
to you in every darken dream,
I will be on every sea,
in every darken dream
you will find me next to you,
I am your Darken Angel
the one that would tell you and show you pains,
I am the one who cut you deep
that lets you bleed out like ink into the sea,
just for others to see you bleed
for them to read everything you write,
I am the one who had cast many spell on you,
Keeping you confused, every cold September
just for you to always remember the fear I gave you,
Dark Angel, just kept on talking,
I will always get you must think about me
At all times, I will be on your mind,
in darken dream, things aren't always what they seem.

P.s Dark Angel and Moonlight 9-17-010

Poetic Judy Emery © 2010
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
shamamama May 2019
Pull the weeds, plant the seeds
this is what the garden said

choose what stays
choose what goes

be mindful when you do

the silver oaks darken the sun in the mind
trim the trunks, so light may you find

the bindweed traps the heart
clip the vine, free the art

the poison oak stings your delicate hand
let the goats eat these weeds right off the land

the pompous grass clouds the soul in your eyes
pluck these weeds before they set and rise

the deadweed piles darken your spirit
compost the weeds, lighten your merit

plant the seeds of love, hope and color
water with nourishment, fertilize with wonder
and you will warm the heart of another

and then,

begin again,

pull the weeds
plant the seeds
I feel like my garden has been talking to my soul and I want to share the conversation.
Into the woods Dark Angel go's
tumbling over anything
that is in his way
just look at the old grey leaves
fall along that sad path he makes
nothing could stand in his way
unless you have true Love and Faith
struggling times are always hear
in darken dreams of all things
that winter brings
Dark Angel has a battle to win
but that battle is deep within himself
a darken forbidden place
no one in their right mind
would never want to open that door
to ever see what he holds in his soul
trembling times keep the rain coming down
the cries has broken the glass
of a nasty darken past
that seems to keep coming back .

Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)
Darken Dreams
TAKE THE JOURNEY

The years have passed,
but my mind is still on you
My heart is broken in two,
I have been doing a lot of thinking
Why life have been doing so much changing,
At times, it is so ******* me to say what it is I think,
I just stand quite while others look at me strange,
They would even ask others if I was okay,
So, I started writing all my pains down
in my own blood stain ink,
where others could read what, it is my heart bleeds,
It is hard for me to explain everything Dark Angel
Has done to me in darken dreams,
But I try to do my very best to open the doors of empty rooms
for all who is ready to take the journey,
there are so much to see in the battles of darken dreams
you will be left in darken places where you see the dead
while others are losing their minds in a different time,  
in my mind, I have so much emotion bottled up within
My heart weeps for peace, but darkness is all I see,
In a world of pains that brings on pouring rain that stings,
I try so hard to express all that I feel or see,
I write on paper on the computer or on anything that will
let me write out my pains,
In darken dreams my world of screams, a place of darkness
Where the blood moon hangs in late June,
I never known life to be so cold. I always stand bold
Even in the hours of a painful storm,
On the scale of time I always write what’s on my mind,
Just for the readers to see the journey of darken dreams
That comes to me while I sleep.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams is me
Poetic Lilly Emery.
The Queen Of Darken Dreams

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