Archive | June, 2014

Requiem of A Kiss

29 Jun
Property of DarkRose Productions
By Julia DarkRose ©2014
Requiem For A Kiss
I have my fair share of detractors. Many of whom simply just do not like my literary art. Which is, of course, quite understandable. However, there are others that don’t like it because they simply don’t understand that which I write upon my literary canvas…
**If anyone needs help understanding my prose, please just ask. I am not trying to write “over anyone’s head”, I am simply expressing my own very personal experiences in my own unique voice. Here is a unknown fact about me. I only went as high as the 7th grade in school. Living on the streets at the age of 12, did not leave me much time nor any inclination to go to school. I am completely self-educated. I do not try to write in a way that is difficult for most people to decipher. Please remember what the essence of poetry truly is to begin with. If I use words that you are not familiar with, simply look them up. One should always be expanding their horizons. And in order to accomplish self-evolution, one must always exercise their mind, body, and spirit. You must not allow yourself to become flabby in any of these areas. So, if my artistry makes you have to think, I mean really think, and that annoys you, perhaps you need to do a little introspection. Anyway, my intention with my art, be it drawing, speaking, dancing, or writing, is always the same…to inspire, entertain, evolve, teach, and shake up the status quo!!!!!**

Requiem of A Kiss

I saw a vision yesternight,
Enough to sate a seeker’s sight;
I wished myself a minion there,
And his quick pants my trembling sphere.
It was a dark angel so glittering bright,
You’d think his soul an Adamite;
Beauty’s chiefest consort of honour,
You may break Lent with looking on him.
Not the fair Abbess of the stars,
With all her nunnery of eyes,
Can show me such a glorious prize!

Without a soul, a mind, a breath, or pulse,
I held no strings of arteries, veins or muscles-
All had untied themselves in love’s burning fight.
A veil of inky shadow bandaged up my sight,
My ears had started ringing,
my tongue dried and stuck with heat
to some cave-roof inside,
My arms half-fallen-off ensnared his throat,
I fainted, lungs too weak to vent a single note,
That gloomy kingdom swam before my eyes
Which never knows the heavenly joy of skies,
I saw the realm that King Pluto chose,
And worm-holes in the boat old Charon rows.

In short, half-dead, I felt his lungs inflate
And with a warmly sighing breath translate
Into my mouth a kiss, soon broken up among
Sweet puffs of laughter and his darting lizard tongue-
A kiss that fed my soul and made me live.
A sweet savage flame, moist and replenishing,
That banished death and lies of the mundane from my eyes
And made the boat of the old man who guides
The souls of all would be lovers to the shore of scarlet devotion,
Leave me upon that sweet ruby bank-too satiated to move.

And so it seems,
I was saved by the nocturnal bliss of a dark angel
and his midnight kiss.



The Devil’s Candy

28 Jun

Property of DarkRose Productions
By Julia DarkRose ©2012

*This is called ‘Devil’s Candy’ because I actually taste like the Devil’s candy (if he were to eat candy…maybe he does). My husband, DB, will be more than happy to corroborate this factual info to everyone, LOL.
**This is a fan drawing of me. Yes FB, I covered up the “offending” part of my body. So please, back to your regular censoring of artistic expression. That will be all. ;-)**

Devil’s Candy

I love when my feminine abyss is wet with wicked desire…
Please, my dark angel, release my longing with your burning lips, and stir my Dark Angel’s soul with the fire of your kiss…

Let me die.
Let me die, again and again.
My Devil’s Candy is enveloped with the rapture of your hot breath and frenzied kisses.

My Devil’s Candy is a symphony of crimson desire…

Evening falls. Our nigrescent haven of dark, earthly pleasures awaits.

Let me die, my love.
Let me die the dark sweet death, again and again.



28 Jun
Property of DarkRose Productions
By Julia DarkRose © 2014
(This is not about the singer Him.
‘Him’ is a metaphor for the erotic
beauty that I find within the Darklight.)

*A re-post from a few months ago. It seems that this particular piece is very popular on my blog. So, I thought I would re-share.*
Power to be

What is this sound
and what this light,
bringing an end
to sleep and waking up my precious night?

Whence this music?
Whose this flame?
Who wakes my flesh and spirit
to life again?

Who is it knocks,
who would come in?
Oh, I know him still,
I know him well.
It is Darkness himself.
My Lord, my desire,
my blood lust, my passion,
my fire.

Let me prepare
my body most fair
for his dark desires
whose very nature is on fire.

Unbolt the door
for he is here:
Now I lead him forth
to greet his earth;
my bag of bones and my soul.

Now my flaming Sire doth enter
once again into his favorite earth’s chamber:
Liquid-red flames proclaim my crimson love,
like a blossoming rose, I wake beneath his fervor.
Strong his sanguine light shines in amorous fever
quick to win my ruby passion’s favor.
Fire to fire we cleave together,
kindling the darklight, conceiving the raw truth,
joined forever and forever,
though the false fire of day returns
and those who would try to destroy what they
cannot conceive, continue to try to put out our fire
of passions dark wine.

Here at our marriage
of blood and earth,
drink to us both,
drink to eternal health and youth.

Bride of darkness
and bridegroom of Blood
bound together,
bound to you too,
to one another

We are the darklight.
We are the earth,
circles of red liquid fire,
circles of spirit and of flesh.
Night is our marriage,
night is our bed.
So in this night of nights
our flesh and spirit are wed.
Joined forever and forever
in the liquid darkness.



Scarlet Rain

23 Jun

By Julia DarkRose Ray ©2014

*Written from my own experience.*
A Kiss in the Scarlet Rain
Scarlet Rain

There is something magical about kissing in the crimson storm. Blood drops fall all over you-your face, hair, skin-and your clothes cling to you as if you are melting.

And you’re holding each other tight as you hear nothing but the beating of your hearts and feel nothing but the touch of your slick bodies and the wet ruby-stained grass between your toes.

The perfect moment lasts, the moment you feel alive and as one with nature, with the universe, with each other, forevermore within the depths of your being. A few glittering drops break the passionate seal of your sweet Dark Angel lips as you taste the beautiful scarlet rain and each other in one glorious sensual moment.

The Vine

23 Jun
Property of DarkRose Productions
By Julia DarkRose ©2012
The Vine
I dreamed this earthly part of mine,
Was metamorphosed to a vine;
Which crawling, creeping, one and every way,
Enthralled my dainty Rose.
Me thought, her creamy, white legs and thighs,
I with my tendrils did surprise;
Her belly, buttocks, and her slender waist,
By now soft nervelets were embraced.

About her head, I hung a writhing tangle of sensuality,
And with rich clusters (Hid among the leaves)
Her temples I behung,
So that my Rose seemed to me,
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curls about her neck did crawl,
And arms and hands they did enthrall:
So that she could not freely move,
(All her parts made prisoner).

But when I crept with leaves to hide those parts,
Which she keeps unespied,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with that fancy I awoke;
And found (Ah me!)
This flesh of mine,
More like a rock hard stock, than like a vine.



House of Flesh

23 Jun
Property of DarkRose Productions
By Julia DarkRose © 2014

*For those that actually read my literary art, you will notice that this prose is actually a joining of two previous pieces. :-)*
House of Flesh

Clouded by tears
torn by wind,
ragged with mist:
Ravaged by night,
abandoned by day,
shadows of gray:
My house of flesh
from which I ascend…

My mind
has broken
My bone
has cracked
My blood
has clot
My heart
has stopped
My flesh
has rot…

I sleep,
the sleep of gray,
where the gold and purple
of living fall away.
Here I lie,
beside the bustling of life,
past pain or joy,
desire or fear.
I am the stricken,
dying of death,
shrouded in weeds,
wrapped in my loss:
Silent I wait,
there is no healing
where I decay
nothing is sound,
silent I wait,
in my house of flesh.

I must choose of sleep or madness:
I go then, sleep that gray and soundless sleep
that comes before the silent nothing.
Warmed only by my poor domestic fire,
that lean and flickering flame,
lit upon my mortal hearth to comfort me in Autumns decay:
For it may warm, if not the spirit or the heart,
And least my chilled bones yet awhile.

I ponder the thoughts of the dark dreaming…
Are these not the words of some gray serpent
flickering in the dust?
Would it not be better to go mad and rave,
to court the fair illusion of a greater fire?

My serpents’ fiery tongue
licks my sleeping cold, tired lips,
and reveals this truth to me…

Death is death, and even madness
should soon play us false.
Better to sleep, better to close the curtains tight
against the treacherous laughter of the Light,
and sleep with yet a little fire on the hearth:
Then when the last torrid tongue flickers and is gone,
The sleeper knows it not.
Go now fair lady and sleep.
Your birth, your youth, your prime,
your proud excess, your cosmic fall:
Your mean prize of poverty and dull decline,
your lean possessions now shrunk to fill a little box:
All your senses, your delights,
turned pale and leached of taste,
now ended all, and you are all that’s left
to fill the silences between the ticks of time.
You, my dearest, have paled to a scentless draught
that rusts the heart to a mere foolish ticking clock…

So, now I sleep with him, the Gray.
Though blood and flesh not be shed,
I now have found and end to my despair.
Now my mirror of madness,
reflects only my dark perfection.



Edited-The Real 7 Deadly Sins

22 Jun

For those interested, here is the edited version of my video.

Thank you to those who took a few moments out of their lives to watch.

I deeply and truly appreciate it and you.



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