Lit Summers sky

The moon, is lit and the stars are glinting
the wed of the night is singing;
Shatters, scatters of hopes and dreams.

The Queen of fatal beauty, sings to the moon
dancing around to the lite midnight sky
singing on high.

Love holds my thoughts
wishes are to be made, on this summer’s night
stars dancing around for wishes to be found.

Dispels the light of the sleepy eyes
darkness is where the dreams to be made
morning is a new page, of the breaking of day.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1986

CHANGE

You think it’s easy to change,
You think you know everything about me,
But really you don’t,

At times, I feel like I lost my life,
in a death like way,
yet alive feeling all that pain you gave,

Your words are like stones you beaten me down,
You tell me I need to change in your ways,
I say no thanks, I pass, so why keep bothering
me with all of this?

Why, put your hooks in my life,
It must be a nasty old habit, you need to change,
This I did say, we always seem to fight,
Like two battleships, ready to sink,

Oh, your threaded words of lies,
you given to me in darken dreams,
I looked skywards into the grey,
While I see, the moon looking gloom,

The air is chilled, my body is aching
While my heart is breaking,
in changes, you are making for me,
damaged cut deep where all I do is weep,

echoes of the night bring on fright,
flashbacks come to me like lighting,
to that old blood stain glass of my past,
poison is you who keeps eating away at me,
invisible by day,
but into my nights you creep into my dreams,

I feel suffocated,
like you have a pillow over my face,
I am a live yet feel so dead,
While You keep messing with my head,
With harsh glaring eyes,

Stories will be made about us,
While everyone is trying to pieces all my pains
to make a change. But all they will find
will be more rain.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2000

Dragging Memories

I would hear you say,
while you are scratching at my heart,
if your lost you will find me,
I will be waiting when you fall,
I will catch every tear that drops,

I could see your eyes looking at me,
while wolves are standing all around,
everything I do or say,
they would have looked my way,

More tears fall like raindrops,
lying in my bed, hearing the old clock
going tick tock down the hall,
while memories make its way back to me,
I could see you walking up the stars,

Oh, how that had given me a scare,
I started feeling all that fear,
walking slowly in my mind,
your voice comes to me again,
taunting me all over again,
Oh, mountains and changes
With lost self-worth,
you are dragging me down through time,
where hollow hall of us, keep coming back,

With time your face starts to fade,
darkness and lies eat away in my mind,
that turned my life in gray,
I looked out my bedroom window,
While old memories start coming my way,

Where secrets where once made,
Stolen thought drum deep within my mind,
while the pain started coming back inside
my broken heart, everywhere I go,
I feel you are near me. You fear me.

You are out to possesses me,
While you walk around with wolves
on mossy grounds, that are forbidden in
the world of truth.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2003
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Down By The Sea

Down by the sea thousands of kisses
has been given to me,
by he that loves me,
I told my lover to take our love slow
In spring, new beautiful leaves will be on trees
then we will see what love will bring
We were both young and foolish
when he sealed the sea without me
Your token of your love burns in my heart
never let this love depart from our hearts,
You can do whatever please you
but your letters now are not enough
I feel your loving touch in spring we
will never depart,
until our love is written in stars  
You have my heart.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1984

Passionless

What happen to the people?
Why do they act as they do,
they bow their heads like they
are very confused,

Oh, the pain that holds in their eyes
make me want to cry,
Oh, passionless is you
Oh, Darken Angel,

To me your words are pointless
but to the slaves,
your words are everything,

when you make, me cry?
You love to see me die,
But you keep me close to you
Afraid to let me fly,

I know there aren't many things
I could ever do,
to make you feel the pains you
given me and the slaves,

Because I can truly say,
You know pain,
that old ancient day
has cut you deep that you can’t
see what you are doing to me,

Someone had taken your heart,
but has never truly set you free,
so, you are given me the pains
that someone else given you,

When you hurt me so bad,
you make me feel I'm going to die,
oh, why do you like to see me cry?
You love to watch me bleed,

but deep within me
I’m still very strong,
even when you gave me the pains
of your past,
you broke me down like glass.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2010

Broken pieces

I can see the anger in his eyes
staring right into mine,
telling me all kinds of lies
it was late in October
When I thought, my nightmare was over,

Oh, how I cried with my baby ******* my hips,
I was shattered, broken into many pieces,
Wounded in abuse, young and confused
not knowing what to do,
I had no family or even friends,

So, this old battle didn’t have an end,
he called this love, I just die a little more
each time I heard his words,
I was trapped in this way of life,
I had to take more abuse,
because I became a mother of four,

I cried in the night where the kids never hear me,
My spirit was ready to fly away,
But I know I must stay, it’s the only way,
My babies were very young and so was I
With no one by my side,

Tonight, like every night, it rains more pains
came pouring down like no other night,
the thunder didn't get in the way of his voice
He throw words at me that are so sharp  
forced its way into another night of fright,

ravens on the treetops wrapped around in wonder
as he looks at me, while I was bleeding on the flour,
the leaves where falling while my heart was dropping,
just to watching what we once had go up in smoke,
I demand power over my own life,
I never ask for my abusers help,

his anger is like fire that burned even in the rain,
Then a woman stands in my way telling me lies,
she said she was going to put a spell on me,
there is nothing I could do,

I come to give you good advice,
even when things aren't nice,
then she put in my hand a black rose
that turn to dust,
then she was gone like a sad song,
in the rush of wind,
I fell to the ground and started weeping on my knees,
trying to pick up the broken pieces of me.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1985