OLD WOUNDS

Old wounds cut deep
The passion did leave,
Which I once consumed,

When I look at the colored sky
held a story to my eyes
of long ago where stories are told
but mine stayed buried deep within.
that keeps cut with no end,

This old pain has given much rain
I remember a time where you pushed
me down the stairs with no care
It had given me a lifetime nightmares,

The pains hurt so bad
I don't have the words to say how I feel
but I try over and over as I write
day after days my life is in gray
your words come to me out of the blues,

It’s like being in a heated-up hurricane
that holds no knowledge of love
I looked at what we had become
it was too much for me to endure
I must say I am glad you moved away.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980

LIES
Oh, I'd seen the sea in many ways
I heard so many lies coming from he
darkness is a playground
for the lost and never found,

Lies is in his eyes
Lies is in his soul
Lies is all he knows
I'd seen better days
but that was some time ago,

Dying is the place of grace
dying is to rest your head
dying is, the grave
that holds your name
it’s the history of who you are,

Life was slow and sad
but Dark Angel was always glad
when someone was made
I was crying alone
but again, this is his darken throne,

He is the angel of all lies
He loves to make me scream
and give me a life of darken dreams
He loves to tell me stories
that will make me weep,

Dark Angel is so mean
I watch the sea turn red
I see so many painful things
but most of all
I would hear the lies of the dark side.

Poetic Judy Emery ©
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THE BIRDCATCHER

Each night I dream, I must face he
Who makes me scream,
Facing the predator that eats away
at my soul and spirit
to get me to lose my faith,
In this old darken world of suicide lies
plays over and over of an ancient birdcatcher,

He is a super intelligent of the dark,
That knows how to pierce the heart,
Plays on the mind with cunning ways
to get you to lose your way,
while he sits on his blood throne of darkness,
he plots a trap in all your moves,
he studies all your habits and chrematistics,

He walks on the ground of the lost
that never been found;
the graves in ashes of gray pines of all time,
pasting on what was once glassy meadow,
he schemes to mislead,
he is the ancient birdcatcher of all times,
plays his games on the dreamer’s minds,

He has a wicked skittish hand,
he hides behind dark places
in his eyes are the fire of hades,
He sets traps for the flesh and blood
he takes the bones and turn into rose dust,
In the castle of true horror are many doors
That traps the dreamers,

I had recently burnt down many traps
He made out for me in darken dreams,
It was a stormy night,
on a cold September fright,
he came out of nowhere and taken me down
so, fast I didn’t know I was caught
into one of his traps,
Oh, the pains and the rain on a road of darkness,


High into the mountains are the eyes
and the tracks of slaves, where traps are being laid
The prince of darkness stands in the mist
giving out his evil commands,
anger is always in the air
in a world of darkness that don’t give a care,

I could hear the lying words through the thunder,
he is the birdcatcher of darken dreams,
he loves to watch me bleed.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017

You Give A World Of Pain

Oh, Painful love, you are made by hate
unusual feelings that are created by fright
soon comes sadness and tears,
I had tried so hard to leave,

But somehow, I had never found my way out,
you come to me as if you are sweet
full of life of kindness,
you appear you have something I need,
But all you really have, is darkness
that portrayed my way, you made evil
traps for my own destiny,

You blind every step I make,
beyond death are far away dreams,
You give divine failures,
that leads to more pains,
So, much disappointments to the eyes,
all my future you have crushed for me
In darken dreams,

But this is only a test of my faith,
You put me in a cold dark room,
It is my cage of doom,
in your dark evil eyes,
all I see is tragedy, all you seek is pain,
you call pleasure of love,
You live in my dreams,

You creep into my mind
just to see what you would find,
you stained the glass in blood,
you give doubt and shame,
you always give me your blames,

you have invaded my soul in darken dreams,
all you do is make me cry and scream,
you cut me deep,
Oh, flowing tears you hold so much fear,
My heart is broken, but to you is a token,

I must ask, where did you come from?
Where did you get the license?
to give me pains,
you take love out of my life,
you take me down
into a dark state of mind,

you swept away my light of day
to a world of hate and blame,
you take everything that is good for me,
you web your darkness in dreams.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1992

Lived a life of grief and sorrow
Striving to live my life,
I have no one on my side,
All I ever hear, are the haters criticizing
everything I do,
they hold envy in their eyes,
because Dark Angel keeps me by his side,

He always gives my all his attention,
Instead supporting all the rest,
Pounding the ground with anger
They walk around protesting their lies
trying to get Dark Angel to look their way,

But what they don’t understand is,
they are of the dark,
So, why would he need them?
If he already has them?
Dark Angel, don’t have me,
he doesn’t have my heart,

But he needs me, I don’t need him,
This is like, who gives and who takes,
The pleasure moments are when I know
I have control of what I believe in,
And that is something worth fighting for.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2004

Moonlights Horse Tamela

Silent is in the cold chilly air,
While Moonlight takes her ride
Upon her favorite horse,
she calls ‘’ Tamela,’’ which means
like to control everyone within
its own influence,

she riding and galloping around the castle
looking at the beauty of the land,
this beauty had no words, so breath taking,
but as soon as Moonlight seen Dark Angel
walking her way, she got choked up,
while the heavy winds raged,

ash of rose dust blow into the air,
Oh, Dark Angel never plays fare,
Envy eyes is he, who looks at me,
Always around me every day,
Drops of rain started coming down,

I must always remember everything,
Keep track of his anger, each bladed grass
Has a cut of stain of blood,
Of another soul that has been taken down,
Dark Angel, called out saying it’s time to come in.
Let the slave walk ‘’Tamela,’’ back to the stable,
come in out of the rain,

He takes Moonlights hand to help her get off
Her favorite horse, then she and Dark Angel
Walked very fast back to the castle,
While Brutus was at the door,
reaching for Moonlights shawl.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1986