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CONTROLLING RAGE OF DARKNESS


Controlling Rage Of Darkness


Controlling rage of darkness; 
I allowed him to touch with his glance
of lukewarm eyes; 
His cold wet lips, touched my cheek
He whispers my name in so much pain, 
He acts as if he had gotten injured in so many way's

The more he looks within my eyes 
I could see the footprints of his darken soul, 
he could see my lonely past as I see his.
Time has away to wrench at your pains
your thoughts and memories; 
It has a way to Silence you, 
We once loved, but we had left it unspoken.

We had buried our souls deep within the night
displacing love into darken dreams, 
romance had gone down into the flame 
of two broken souls that don't know how to let it go, 
Oh, cold painful memories is rooting it's way at me
Every winter and every year; 
This memory scatters through my mind day and night, 
into the foundation of my soul, 

This pain summarized all my dilemmas; 
I see his eyes glaring back at me as I sleep in to deep dreams, 
He cries out telling me, ''what is it you see? ''
My paralyzed emotions came undone....
he words are piercing at my soul, 
His urgency branching out in the crying winds of Spring
Oh, deep burning blaze stay away from me...
images, melting deeper into my eyes
His desires will never be fulfilled, 
Oh, sorrows lead me into the symbols of more pain.

This old passion was once beautiful; 
but the rain has washed it all away, 
Though the lips of the past 
has it's own way of coming back, 
His love was once flawless but that is a myth, 
With his existence he finds me
to pass on all his pain out in crying rains.
My eyes see through the Paris mist 
rising from window pains.

A quiet night near rivers, 
where barges makes gentle
fruit trees and bumble bees 
Roses are blooming in the countryside of dreams, 
black rose dust in the midnight air 
travels with urgency of confessing it's Spell on thee, 
This is what I see, mournful cry's on the riverside 
no longer in summers breeze.

Poetic Lilly J.Emery (c) 

 
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Dark Angel Lilly Emery

To all my readers you may see that their are grammar errors in my old writings, but these writing are from the80's, 90's ,2000's. I truly didn't think anyone was readying my work . so I just started writing out what I felt and made my pains a story and poems . I had re post these poems and stories all over the internet and I keep them also in file so no one can ever say my work is theirs . I have kept my work as they are just for others to see where it was I started my writing at . The pains are so real not even a game ,The life I had lived I would never wish upon no one . I like to say to all who are taking the steps for change in their life congratulations to the new open doors God bless you . You may have seen my photos on the internet and my writings on Poetry.com and poem hunter etc. you may have seen the hate that others have given to me about my work and my beauty of who I am . But as you can see I will never let the haters Stop me from doing what I love . So I say the same to all of you write your own words and let your heart speak to all your readers . I hope you can understand why I haven't made changes in my work at less not the old ones . My old work are left as they are for me to always remember where it all came from . God bless to all who reads . Lilly Emery / Judy Emery

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