BLACK MAGIC WOMEN

The banks are wet
The air is cold
streams of memories
are everywhere I look,
where Dark Angel is prison in my mind,
I remember that cold September night
that given me so much fright
when Dark Angel taken me down that night,
His touch
His words I will always remember,
I still see from far away into a darken dream
the castle of Dark Angel
upon the tallest mountain,
I had ever seen,
everything was evergreen
woods of deep smelling pine
fair flowers all around the valley grounds,
but I also felt the great depression
that will overtake anyone’s souls,
I remember a time where the
Black Magic woman casting her evil spells
on all she could see, in clouding me,
spell of darken dreams
that cuts deep into your soul
she hangs on to your heart
and never wants to let it go
that is a part of her evil control,
while her puppets wherein mask
while they dance around
on broken glass;
Oh, how they would scream
Begging the Magic women to stop their pains,
Oh, how it made me scream
To see all these things in darken dreams,
The old dead sea was anger as it could be,
Storms are brewing;
Rain of tears are falling;
Frogs are hopping
Trees are swaying into the night,
Oh, how I held on for the ride
I hold on to my soul
but still a part of me let go,
things are getting so out of control
Dark Angel I cried
Why are you doing this to my life?
But he didn’t want to give me a sight
Into his darken eyes of his lies,
I know I will never find an honest soul
darkness is all they know
Dark Angel will give wonders of worries
throughout the days
for the rest life of life of hate
this is the life Dark Angel gave,
to the heart of pain
the flood of tears is everywhere
no souls are spared
the expressions on the evil slaves face
they have much hate in their eyes,
Oh, the ships that are out on sea
started to sink like a disease
that is killing all that is in the way
of the angry storm,
I will never see the light of day
in them darken eyes,
I started crying with the storm
Dark Angels, rage is all over the place,
I'm afraid and very weak and too afraid to think,
I try to explain what I was feeling
it didn't matter to them anyways,
Oh, pale lips come to me
Your lips are rosy as they could ever be
give me a kiss
and I will let you taste death,
Dark Angel walks over to me
I am hearing bad things
I hear things I must not speak
I must stay strong and meek
but Dark Angel has a battle of his own to keep?
I am in way to deep
I'm losing this fight for my own rights
Dark Angel kissed me
I feel I could no longer breath
he is taken the life out of me
He given me the pain of rain
that will never go away
September will always be remembered.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1988
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

TORTURED
Words and lies that cut deep
That makes your heart weep
Makes it hard to sleep
Have you ever see someone tortured?
Bleeding out like ink,
While looking into the eyes
While life is leaving their eyes,
Having no words that could easy the pain
My thoughts of sorrow
lasting longer than tomorrow,
Poets of ancient time
Had seen the ink that was bleed out
While the hearts sink
Words of true knowledge was written
In a world of the forbidden,
Deliberate torture is a sickening
and abhorrent,
bleeding heart are being written
God sees all things;
While the souls cry out in their own
blood stain ink;
Life and Death we all must face
memories and agony's
that evil gave, but in darken dreams
you can see anything of curtly
where winter winds are always calling
where rainstorms are always brewing,
where the flesh made a bed
bones and ashes are in the mirror
that broken the glass
of my beaten down past,
the windows of my life
cut deep with a knife,
praying for God to reclaim my soul,
to lead me out of the pit,
Words and sound kept me bond,
I cried out in merciful tears
But true love never came near,
I got lost into my fears;
clowns of the darken town
are being crowned for their ***** deeds,
while my mind roamed around
my heart wasn't yet found;
while my own spirit is being tortured,
where coldness taken over
while I was being abused;
I felt so used because of Dark Angel;
this world of darkness is a big mess
that gives sickness to the mind,
tortured day and night
Oh, how I can hear the cries
They are now becoming lullabies
in my life;
every day is a darkness of old memories
cut deep at me;
all my pains are written on the wall
for all to read what it is I bleed.

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

MY BATTERED WORLD

My body and mind had been battered
My poor heart is shattered with time,
I still waking around scared
Holding on to your words
That kept me fearing you,
In my life, you had taken everything
My hopes even the beauty of love
You give me a world of darkness and pain
You discriminated my name
You give me so much shame
Holding on to all those blames
In the cold September winds
My heart starts to shatter all over again
The snow that is on the ground
Where you once pushed me down
frozen my heart;
the sun doesn’t even shine like it used to
in my life, you’re always standing in between
given me darken dreams;
I’m tired of running from you,
I tried so hard to forget you
I could still hear how you would laugh at me
While you had beaten me down
So far down I didn’t think
My life was worth anything;
You took my young spirt
and made me feel old
Then you left me in a world of darkness,
While I could still feel your eyes on me
Letting me know I will never be free from you,
You kept me on confused
I was afraid to ever cross you
I still hear your words of evil
Telling me will never see love
I will never be loved
I will never be loved
I could hear your laugh while you walked away
Leaving me in a world of pain
My body left out in the pouring rain
While I was bleeding out like ink
It was like I had nothing to live for
All hopes for me had come to its end
I got to the point I didn’t care
About what others think
I didn’t let no one get too close to me
All I know is my soul is still weeping
My spirit is still sinking
But I am still here.

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

My heart is naked
and very alone;
people always judge me
because they think their better than I am,
I came out of my own mothers belly
I bleed like anyone else,
But They don’t see things the way I do,
But again, I am The Queen of Darken Dreams
Poetic Judy Emery and the story is about me.

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

A FAVORABLE STORY OF ME

Darkness like something cold
is in the air brings on fear;
In my heart,
I can feel an aura of evil
standing near;
like it is trying to preserve
all my inner emotions,
All day I’ve been feeling a built
Of pain of something from
another life time;
where potters loved their clay,
where a lifetime of the heated sun,
but then something happened
to the beauty of the land,
ships of love sink into the angry sea,
where true fisher mans was out
casting their nets;
Oh, how the horizon bleeds
Upon on the blood stain sand
Where it is the dark king stands,
Where he was once locked away
Now he goes out of sight,
Making his way into the night
Making darken dreams to all who sleeps,
I wondered why this evil king
Always comes around me?
This is a lifetime of ancient mysteries
These dreams are something of what I
Had lived; but come to me in history form
It’s as if I could eat away the sky
That field my heart with so much pain,
I can still smell the apple ash trees
That burn in the time of long ago
A story that one day will be told,
It will be a lifetime accomplishment of me.

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

The Queen of Darken Dreams
Poetic Judy Emery

The dark unfathomed tide
That has fathomed my life;
Of an interminable pried
That blacken up my heart
That turned it into ice,
My life is only a mystery
Of many darken dreams;
I can still hear the ravens cry
Day and night
Always by my side
deep into the night where life
is full of fright;
it is a part of my early journey
where lies are always being told
while the creepy stories are
on the making of true hearts breaking,
where old dreams never made
a home of darkness;
where poets written down
what they loved;
where plays are making drama
that made visions come alive;
with wild crazy thoughts
moved the mind and hearts
to a place of the unknown,
where words are written
to a place of forbidden,
Where a place my own mind
made a written scene;
for others to play out in their own minds,
places in the mind is a journey of some kind,
where true imaginations are made,
where the spirit of me
hasn’t seen yet;
but I hold no regrets;
but at times I hold worthiness of my heart,
on dreamy eyes;
I do write what comes to my mind,
What my heart bleeds
For a world of mystery
To open their minds and read all about me
In darken dreams;
Poetic Judy Emery
The Queen of all darken dreams,
I let my inter visions of my spirit
Write out my misty scenes
for all to capture what it is I see or bleed,
My thought come with many plots;
to control the unknown;
where sleeping spell and rose dust
are being cast into a darken past;
yet; hunting down the brighter hopes in life
to come alive in my life;
There will always be the two dodo brides
In my stories;
You will hear many kinds of things
That will come into darken dreams;
Words of a thief to make the heart weep,
Where witches casting spell
Where only true love could take the spell off,
Where knights ride along the lines
Where queens are made in dreams,
In the sight of ancient time;
I care not about the evil enemies
Because they are a part of the story;
But my work of darken dreams
I do cherish because they are about me.

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

ROYAL GODDESS

I have a dark side of me
I don’t like to see;
It truly masks everything about me,
I feel the warmth of the wind
dancing upon my ivory skin,
drying up my tears from my colored eyes,
while my own royal memories
come rushing back to me
like a wild fire that could never be put out,
I hold my head up high
Showing others, I am just fine,
I am a goddess in true fashion
My own father handed down to me,
He is and was the king of the land
My mother the true goddess of beauty and love,
It was like they were both sent from heaven
But again, what do I know,
While time was only a chapter in their life book
Now I have many pages I must also fill
For the world to read all about me,
Life wasn’t all that easy;
Like others would think
just because I had royalties,
my life was never easy,
I felt a part of me had been lost for sometime
And I try hard to find out what it is
That has been taken from me,
In my years, I come to face most of my fears,
But something of long ago
was always eating away at my soul,
I remember someone given me a drink
like a potion to help me sleep;
that’s when I started having all those bad dreams.
that when I would hear something evil
crying out to me in the desert wind.

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