Rose Dust

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 patently waited in a darken room,
holding on to my heart praying I never loss 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 it 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 is near bring 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 could 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 you 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 a 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 give 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.

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

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 blood stain 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
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 bright in the love of God,
Oh, ancient moon you hung in gloom
In late June,
where fewer summers came along,
hearts are shattered;
soul is broken down day and night,
tears flow like rain in so much 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 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 much 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 termeted in all things
God Jehovah and Jesus sees all things
even in darken dreams that makes 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 don’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 what she sees
while slaves of faith weeps,
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 loss 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.

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

Tears of Jewels

I sung to the sea
in so many dreams;
but it’s all the same to me,
I cried and cried day and night
while the old moon looked down on me,
while my tears had fallen deep into the sea
they looked like jewels of history
from all the pains,
I held deep within
lips of words that cut do deep
that made my heart bleed out into the sea
the sea became a friend
just like the autumn winds,
dreams that taken me back to the past
oh, here comes the pain
bring down the rain
those memories are cutting at me
my mind could see
the eyes of he looking back at me
while my tears started to fall
like autumn leaves;
the sea made them all
into tears of jewels of me.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

In The Still Of The Night

In the still of the night I still hear the wind cry,
upon the lonely sea, the moon shines its beauty
on the ancient black sea,
while the sun has faded into many dreams,
my own weakness raised up deep within my soul
of something that happen long ago,
on the road of painful memories,
where the cuts that was made for me to bleed,
like the old willow tree that leafing out,
through the streets of the neighborhood,
in my sadness, I could feel the open wounds,
this old pain will always remain,
I take one step at a time and breath
While his eyes stayed upon me,
I cried but no one would ever hear my sight,
But the world could see the pains in my eyes
But they never say a thing,
while the old man tops his hat while the people
of this evil town walked on by,
When the night shift to day,
everything seems to be the same,
this old pain remains,
I know I could blow the whistle
and let the world know what was happening to me,
But it would be a waste of time,
because no one will ever believe me,
He the one that was hurting me,
Would whisper in my ear,
My child, my dear, no one gives a care,
So, take in the fear, because I will always be near,
Dark Angel, is an evil man of the town
to describe what he looks like,
would truly be hard for me to do,
This sad loneliness has been going on for years,
all my tears he treasures, and my pains he lives by,
my fears he breath in, on the second floor
from my bedroom, I would stand by my window
looking out while I push the heavy curtain,
where my thoughts wasn't sustain,
because of darken dreams,
nothing is never what they seem,
I could feel a cold wind coming in from somewhere,
Behind me I could feel heavy breath behind me,
Tired and weak is me,
I’m so tired from running from he that haunts me,
He gives me so many bad dreams,
the failure of love is always with me,
all my thoughts roll over another day,
my nights are always long because of painful dreams
I always search for the words to write down,
for the whole world to read about me
in darken dreams, oh how this makes me scream
because of all the places I have seen
I never wanted to see are be in.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery