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What the Heck is Going On?

7 Sep

What the Heck is Going On?

First up, my finished, yet continuously updated, website:

www.rosewytchmedia.com

Rose Wytch Media Logo Final-Edit

Next, is my current project, the second edition of my book, Blood’s Truth, published last year, titled: A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies

Kaleidoscope of Butterflies Book Cover II

Also on my list of current projects:

The DarkRose Journal-ReVamped: The Southern Gothic Issue 7

 

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And now the final piece of my daily Artistic Alchemy~Gothic FaerieTales

Introducing, for the first time, anywhere, and in their truest incarnation…the Fae of Twisted Hollow!

Twisted Hollow

Stay tuned for more…oh my, so much more.

Thank you kindly.

~Julia DarkRose Caples
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Broken?

2 Aug

Broken?

 

Broken

All that we know and all that we understand has the potential to be broken…all. In knowing this, whether or not humanity has a deeper understanding of it or not, why do you (we) fight for, sacrifice for, endure for, feel pain for, self-doubt for, abuse and be abused for, and even die for, that which can (and for almost everyone, at some point) and will be broken?

I know why I do it. Do you know why you do it?

Once broken, it (whatever that might be) can never be put back together the way that it was before. Sometimes, once it is broken, we can pick up some of those pieces and create something new, something stronger, yet, even then, it will still have the ability to break, again.

So, why do we do it?

Is creating something new out of the broken, better? Is it stronger, or rather, does it have the potential to be stronger, to be, in some ways, superior? Is that which breaks, an inevitable circumstance/lesson in life without which we can not truly reach our fullest and probable inherent meaningfulness? Without the broken, is the apex of our transcendence truly possible?

I know why I do it. Do you know why you do it?

Do you even know that real happiness fills us with sadness and tears?

Do you even really know how beautiful your face truly is?

I know. Do you know?

~©Julia DarkRose 2017

Imperfect

2 Aug

Imperfect

“If art is to truly imitate life, then by the imperfect nature of life, it,  humanity’s art, must then, too, be imperfect.”

~©Julia DarkRose 2017

Imperfect

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*I could not find the photographer’s name for this photo. However, it is clearly watermarked on lower right corner of photo. I in no way have any rights to this photograph.*

Simple

2 Aug
Always, always, see, understand, & embrace the simple first. Why? Because, as far as I have lived and experienced…the simple is the truth, of most everything.
Certainly of the ALL.
Indeed…Yes.
Julia DarkRose 2017
*I do not own the video or any of its contents. All copyright belongs to The shins.*

You’ll See

29 Jul

You’ll See

I will look in the sky and search for all the signs that tell us about where we, humanity will be tomorrow. I will read all the books, on my knees, in front of you, to tell you about all the legends from our past. I will wait on the dark side of the world for our sun to appear and bathe me in his light, so I can tell you about the beauty that is all around us every day. 

However, if you just look inside and embrace your true spirit, the world will open up to your eyes…you’ll see.

I will stand in the rain and brave every storm that comes our way, waiting for the sun to break through so I can see every color of the misty rainbow. I’ll stay up in the night catching the shooting stars so I can tell you about the ALL…all about the infinite…the mysteries of forever. You'll See
Just look inside and accept what really is, look inside and see your true self, then the world will open up to your eyes…you’ll see.

I will wait for you on the top of the world for the blood moon to kiss my soul, then I can tell you all about the beauty of the darklight.

I will wait…but you must open up the truth from within and then the ALL will flow out of you like a flood of light and beauty…you’ll see.

~Julia DarkRose
©2015/2017

 

As I Walked Out One Evening-2017

27 Jul

As I Walked Out One Evening

As I walked out one evening,
I looked over his shoulder                                     Julia DarkRose FB 4
for vines and olive trees,
for marble, well-governed cities
and ships upon wine-dark seas;

But there on the shining metal
his hands had put instead
an artificial wilderness
and a sky like lead.
The stars are dead.
The animals will not look.

He, my deluded lover,
asked me to lay my sleepy head
upon his faithless arm.
Instead, I plunged my hands into the red water,
I plunged them in up to my elbow;
Stare, Oh how I stared into the basin
and I wondered why the world had chosen to miss
the shining darkness before them.

The glacier knocked in my cupboard,
the desert sighed in my bed,
and the crack in my tea cup opened.

So, I walked out onto the brightly lit lane,
it led to the land of the dead.

As I walked out one evening,
I went through the werewolf’s painful change.
Turning my head away
on the sweaty bolster, I tried to remember
the mood of my womanhood,
but lying in my sweat and blood, at last, as always,
letting it happen, the fierce fur,
soft to my face.

I now hear with sharper ears,
and live and love with the darkness
of my imagined fallen grace.
With my bestial understanding,
I open my wolfen eyes and truly see.…

The soul shrinks
from all that it is about to and should remember,
from the punctual rape of every blessed day, and cries,
“Oh, let there be nothing on earth
but what I choose to see,
nothing but rosy glasses to cover my eyes,
and gloves to cover my hands in the rising steam,
and guilty, blurred dances done in the sight of heaven.”

They never find the way out of their prison
and into the precious,
saving graces of the Darklight.
Pale souls they are, consumed by fear
of the living world they haunt.
Yet, they have not learned what habits lead them
to hunt what they do not want;
Nor have they learned who does not need them;
They are no one here,
until they are truly the someone they need to be.

Oh, what makes them so ugly, to me,
is self-inflicted ignorance.
Incurable ignorance.
I don’t want to harm them,
I think this very thought,
right up to the moment I slit their throats
with the truth.

I am touched with the moon’s red silver,
I am my own wolf sun,
made of human moonlight.

~Julia DarkRose
©2015/2017

Spectre

23 Jul

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