They Call Me Queen
We will call you ‘’Queen’’ of darken dreams,
The eyes that watch everything,
While Dark Angel has persuaded the slaves
To do all wicked things, you oh, queen hasn’t
done nothing to hurt anyone,
you are trapped into this darkness for a witness,
Clouds do nestle around the castle of darken dreams,
oh, down I go where no one knows, only the lost souls,
this is how the old story goes,
Dark Angel is always near, bringing on the fear,
while he calls me his sweet loving queen,
I still can see all his guilt and lies
deep within his eyes,
He plays his head games to keeps me broken,
I am like his little token, I am always hoping for peace,
my door did linger, while my heart grown weaker
in sorrows and pain, in darken dreams,
it always rains for me.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1988

Out on The Streets

Out on the streets
is the pains I weep,
the lies he tells
to keep me on his side,
Picture's only begun
when love was so much fun,
but that was then
Not now,
I feel so much sorrow
and madness that keeps my mind
going back to a time
when love was on my side,
But love has changed and so have I,
darkness is always around
in the city to night,
velvet moon shinning her light
with all those billions of dark diamonds
deep into the sky,
they remind me of my lover’s eyes,
this old moon is everywhere I go
I don't ask for pity,
I just want to get out of the cold,
because pity is already with me
there's nothing that you can do
to take away my darken woes.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1983

OLD FASHION

Just call me old-fashion because
of the humiliations of darken dreams
where things are never what they seem
old fashion is ancient,
But ancient is power to our day,
So, that is who I am,
I will take my stand,
old fashion is a fashion statement,
others make to get their way,
I am old fashion but I look good in it,
blessing is always at my hands,
where the prince takes my hand
with a wedding band to put on my finger,
for our love to last forever,
I’m always on a true journey in something
of ancient, my painting hang on the walls
down that long hall, where fashion
of old ways showed many how to keep their faith,
old fashion is truly something of beauty,
that keeps the spirit strong,
Somewhere over a colorful rainbow
will find something or someone
of beauty that lays upon a beating heart,
that will write in an old fashion way
but will relay what it is that one is trying to say,
in a poem, or in a song, love will move on.
something of ancient time,
which you've thrown away,
holds the mix of you and I,
somewhere under a shadow
there will be a shining light,
my soul had engraved your name
in my heart and it has not erased,
somewhere in my mind,
I will always hold a vision of you,
somewhere in this big old fashion way
our love will always remain.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2004
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery