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

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

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