shame is a powerfully motivating emotion, keeping us silent, our shadow-self even further withdrawn, but it can also be a catalyst, gently pulling us along and reminding us we’re worthy, while serving a lesson.

I have danced in the bed of ruse dust
where lust was always made,
I found myself playing the hand that Dark Angel gave,
where I patiently waited in a darkened room,
holding on to my heart praying I never lose it,
every summer of late June,
I could see the sky innovation so quickly
into that cold September, I will always remember,
while the night slowly moved along,
my mind played back that sad old song,
while I counted the days of the torment he gave
I could see all those times you had given me roses
they turned black into rose dust,
It was like the Universe started changing
to a place of darkness where love could never shine through,
I remember his eyes while I walked away,
Oh, the pain he gave to me out into that cold September rain,
My life never was the same;
I thought maybe love will shine its light on me,
But nothing came my way but only darken dreams,
Oh, how he made me scream,
things are never what they seem,
I would always take many walks by the sea,
Dark Angel names the sea after me,
the moon he names too,
I could always feel his eyes upon me,
I would look around but I could never see him,
But I know he near because he brings on fear,
he is always following me,
every time he looks at me, I could tell he has
no care in his eyes for anything,
his heart is cold as ice and he isn’t very nice,
at times, he surprises me when he gives me roses,
then he would say; Moonlight give you heart to me!
Shed your tears and let them fall,
I will drink them up like white wine,
Come Moonlight, let me see you care for me,
then he would whisper in my ear, I will always be your king
you will always be my queen in darken dreams,
you will never escape me;
then I looked at him saying I could never give my heart
to slander as you,
Oh, how the angry wind started to cry at me again,
Then Dark Angel, taken hold of my hands,
Then we started dancing upon the wet blood-stained sand,
while he started giving out his commands,
the rain started pouring down,
the sea started making weird sounds,
that is when I had fallen into the arms of he
the one who calls himself my king.

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

Can you still hear the cries? From the other side,
While the storm of pains move along,
Upon on an angry sea, comes to darken dreams,
Voices of an ancient time comes back to my mind,
Tortured standing in rain, facing the blade,
Casting down in a world of shame that giving so much blame,
Lies that cut like a knife, broken are the souls of long ago
In a world that is so cold, now we all face what was
and what is going on today,
Oh, how the sea moves the ship along the shores,
While the storm cast its spell of all evil in the minds
That sleep and dream of he that haunts the weak,
In darken dreams.

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

I Have Seen Many Things In 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 bloodstain 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
That 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 brightly in the love of God,
Oh, the ancient moon you hung in the gloom
In late June,
where fewer summers came along,
hearts are shattered;
the soul is broken down day and night,
tears flow like rain in so many 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 the 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 many 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 tempted in all things
God Jehovah and Jesus sees all things
even in darken dreams that make 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 doesn’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 that she sees
while slaves of faith weep,
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 lose 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.

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

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