VULNERABLE WAS ME

We walked, while we undressed each other’s hearts,
Love we once had was deeper than the blue sea,
If you try to reach inside my mind,
You would see many things that made me scream,
I try to never make a scene.  

You try so hard to find my weakness,
I do freely forgive, but so hard to forget,
forgiveness is the act from one’s heart,
that opens the spirit to set the matters free,
but that is so hard for me,

The old dark places I have seen,
cast a spell on me in darken dreams,
where Hope, and Love, could never be,
this is where Dark Angel thrives to cut deep,
he lives on all my fears, and tears,

We once had loved away before the pains
And rains that came to me,
in the cold September’s nightmares,
with each step, we walked, there was always a fall,
each word was sharp that pierced at my heart,
every chance Dark Angel was making traps
for me to fall in,
Oh, how my heart was broken into pieces,
while my heart started to break, the light of
my spirit had gone dim, like the stars that fall
from that cold September sky,
all my strength become very weak,
my flesh became cold like Dark Angels heart,

I felt so empty and lost, alone out into the cold,
Hate and anger is all over the place,
he truly doesn’t care about anything,
To forgive isn’t as easy as one thinks,
I tried so hard to avoid the pains he gave to me,
But when hate comes in one’s soul,
It’s hard to let it go,

Hate kiss love, it feeds on fears,
It leaves me wounded, with no end for peace,
where the old pride feeds where I bleed,
the old repeated past always makes its way back,
the memories become stronger than it ever was,
it melts you down like rose dust,

When it comes to Dark Angel and I,
It is always a fight for two different sides,
We are what others read in books of darken dreams,
Vulnerable was once me,
Oh, he cut me deep, can you hear me weep?
open that old thick book and take a good look,
read my own blood stain ink that bleeds out
what my heart weeps because of he,

He clothed me in black, where the blood stains
wouldn’t show, He calls me his soulmate,
his queen of darken dreams.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017

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

Dark Angel and The Magic Woman

They walk around trying to find faith
But they never want to give their heart to God,
they’re where born to know God
and to walk with God,
but they just turned away,

In the stained sand, they stand,
while their own tears flow,
fire and dust will be all they will know,
they bow down to the ground
worshiping false God’s,
Dark Angel has a wicked grin on his face,
while he looks my way,

The cold seven god’s they put rose dust
upon the graves, crying out in so much pain
come and awake they would say,
while the magic woman plays her games,
her thirst for their blood,
she desires their soul of long ago,

I see her hate and envy in her eyes,
While Dark Angel;
cuts deep pains in the deserts sky,
hell, is what he gives,
fire storms upon on the land of sand,
while he conspires with the magic woman,
While they take on the world in darken dreams
make the ones that dream scream,
while the slaves of darkness cry out to
their false messiah,
from the deep part of their hearts,
rise he would tell them,

Take the cup and drink the blood
of the innocent ones, destruction is the price
they will all pay when they gave Dark Angel
the key to their souls, of long ago,
thousands will fall like stars from the sky,
the old magic woman cast her spells,
to wage war in a nasty battlefield of lies,

The evil magic woman and Dark Angel
are the God’s of the blood-stained land,
black magic rolls into the eyes of the slaves,
they dance around upon on the deserts sand,
demons flow around the graves
in black rose dust.
Playing games on what they see
while their souls bleed,


The magic woman making wind of fire
That made the slaves confused,
While the bombs fly into the desert skies,
taken down all they can see,
while the weep what they believe,
the religion of their lies hold no power
in their mighty false Gods.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017